The hawt chicks & links is back and on time. This is me organised. This is me with nothing else to do, more like it. But that’s cool. I’m cool, baby. I’m doing what I love which is entertain you guys, get the hits, sell the books, buy more cigars. That’s what makes the world go around. This week’s edition is dedicated to the awesome NPC meme which only rose to the surface barely a month ago, but since then has taken the meme world by tempest and pissed the hell out of the prog leftard oinks.
Because it’s accurate and true.
Being a grand old D&D player and video gamer, I particular love this meme. I would have thought of it myself but I took an arrow to the knee. You know how it is.
The NPC meme is so effective because it mocks group think, and group think is what SJWs do under direction from their prog masters. They think what they are told to think, even if it defies all logic. You can program an NPC to say whatever you want it to. Am I talking about video games or real life? The answer is both. With the culture wars accelerating off a cliff you don’t even have to disagree with an NPC any more. Simply remaining silent and not parroting the official line is enough to get you into trouble.
Sounds like a former European nation whose rulers like to wear Hugo Boss uniforms. You know, that label that SJWs/NPCs keep throwing at us.
NPC is so very good that I think it will even supplant SJW. At least a warrior has some sort of credibility, and SJWs would very dearly love to imagine that they are capable of wielding a sword. NPCs, not so much. Perhaps a broom handle.
Roissy waxes lyrical about the sublime NPC meme art.
The NPC is immunized against all dangers: one may call him a SJW, soyboy, dangerhair, cuck, it all runs off him like water off a raincoat. But call him an NPC and you will be astonished at how he recoils, how injured he is, how he suddenly shrinks back: “I’ve been found out.”
Scroll through the comments for more great examples of this meme in action. This thread over at Spawny’s Space also has some delicious NPC meme moments in the comments.
This week’s long read for the nerds – Our Revolution’s Logic.
The Democratic Party and the millions it represents having refused to accept 2016’s results; having used their positions of power in government and society to prevent the winners from exercising the powers earned by election; declaring in vehement words and violent deeds the illegitimacy, morbidity, even criminality, of persons and ideas contrary to themselves; bet that this “resistance” would so energize their constituencies, and so depress their opponents’, that subsequent elections would prove 2016 to have been an anomaly and further confirm their primacy in America. The 2018 Congressional elections are that strategy’s first major test.
This is a great article and I’m seeing it linked everywhere, so read it.
It’s almost Halloween but the US government is banning certain costumes because they’re, wait for it, too scary. Specifically, clowns.
Newsflash, jackholes: If you’re holding a public event, to which costumes are allowed for adults, you don’t get to specify the ones you allow, any more than you can dictate what other forms of expression you’ll allow at a public meeting. Shocking as it may seem to the D- student h.s. grads who tend to occupy government jobs coast to coast, even in MI, the First Amendment still applies, as it does in the other 57 states, courtesy of incorporation to the states under the Fourteenth Amendment. This means that when they f**k with someone who shows up as a clown, they will get a curb-stomping in court, and the taxpayers will get anally raped, if necessary all the way to SCOTUS, for the ensuing legal bills and civil damage award. Freedom of speech is like that. Welcome to America.
In other words, Aesop doesn’t agree with the new directive.
Here’s my idea of what Halloween costumes should look like this year:
A new code of conduct for the computer programming world, in this case SQlite. Is it the usual dross? The clue is in the fact that NPCs are rage quitting in response.
Apparently, because even the Linux kernel has adopted a Code of Conduct, SQLite decided to, as well. Again, those who have been around a while sort of inferred that Hipp is a man of deep faith. So, when Hipp adopted the Rule of Benedict for his CoC (with a huge prefatory disclaimer about not enforcing any of the “more introspective aspects”) one should not be too surprised.
What’s good enough for the saint who helped found the Knights Templar is good enough for me as well.
The difference between citizens who hate Mr. Trump and those who can live with him—whether they love or merely tolerate him—comes down to their views of the typical American: the farmer, factory hand, auto mechanic, machinist, teamster, shop owner, clerk, software engineer, infantryman, truck driver, housewife. The leftist intellectuals I know say they dislike such people insofar as they tend to be conservative Republicans.
Hillary Clinton and Barack Obama know their real sins. They know how appalling such people are, with their stupid guns and loathsome churches. They have no money or permanent grievances to make them interesting and no Twitter followers to speak of. They skip Davos every year and watch Fox News. Not even the very best has the dazzling brilliance of a Chuck Schumer, not to mention a Michelle Obama. In truth they are dumb as sheep.
A bit of WWII history that I was unfamiliar with – prisoner exchanges between the Allies and Axis forces.
“Jerry could not understand us,” said one man who had been selected for exchange under the abortive plan of two years ago. “When we were told the disappointing news that the exchange scheme had fallen through at the last moment a group of us struck up a tune, and in a few seconds all were singing lustily ‘Land of hope and glory.’ Our German attendants just threw up their hands. Clearly they thought we were crazy. They were unable to understand why we did not show any downheartedness.” One airman whose foot was missing said quietly and cheerfully: “Never mind, Sir. It is only a very little bit of me gone.”
Truly the patriarchy at work.
Most men are content to get their haircut at whatever chain salon they happen to wander into, and accept whatever cut the stylist happens to give them. Fifteen bucks later, you’re on your way.
A better route, especially as you leave college and begin to get more serious about the importance of your appearance in your professional career and love life, is to develop a long-term relationship with a quality barber who can take your hairstyle up a notch. The difference between a chain-salon haircut and one from a quality barber can be really significant, and the difference a quality haircut makes in your appearance is quite underestimated — it can definitely change how you look.
Every 4 weeks is my rule. And I tip, no matter which part of the world I am in at the time.