They *really* want to give your hard-earned money to foreign invaders. It’s astonishing. What’s perhaps more astonishing is that they think they can gaslight the public about this. Witness this professional example of a deputy press secretary doing her damnedest to pretend to be a freakin’ moron.
I *can’t* be the only person to watch this doofus’ performance and wonder if maybe she’d be better employed playing a “before” character in infomercials for useless products.
This looks a bit like a skit… it’s kinda too “perfect.” The acting seems shaky and staged. And yet… I dunno, the world is full of whackaloons these days. Context would be handy. I wonder if this was created as a training video for aircrew?
I haven’t flown in years. I used to love it; even got myself a pilots license. But then 9-11 and the subsequent security theater came along. And since the Commie Cough floated over and turned *everything* into garbage, it sure looks like air travel has become not only laborious, time consuming, expensive and physically uncomfortable (my knees were typically mashed up against the seat ahead of me *before* they slammed them back), it now seems like far too many flights are equipped with violent or screaming entitled loonies.
@jeloy_25 She must have been having a bad day😢😢 – Watch Til the End #ctto #repost
By the title, you might think that “ethnomathematics” might be a means to count or calculate the number of people in this or that ethnic group. Nope.
Originally it seems to have been the study of how different cultural groups did math or at least understood the concepts of numbers and counting. But recently it has taken a far more sinister turn, and has become the nonsensical notion that mathematics is somehow subject to ethnicity, that this ethnic group has a different set of math than others. That multiplication and division and simple addition are different from one group to another. And that some primitive form of math that struggles to count to ten is somehow relevant in the modern world and that limited educational time and resources should be splurged on teaching kids ineffective, outdated and really rather useless ways of doing math purely to make some people feel good about their mythical past. It is in effect, if not necessarily in intent (though I would not bet against intent), a means by which a population can be rendered incompetent to even *understand* their own technological underpinnings.
Sometimes you just need a good actor. And if what you’re shooting for is “holy frak that’s creepy,” a good actor who is literally dying at the time of filming can be incredibly effective. Such as Julian beck here in “Poltergeist 2.” Thirty years ago this bugged the bejeebers out of me, and it *still* works.
Nope.
Nope.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPE.
Over nine thousand on the cringometer!
The information these yahoos provide about who used to live there, what their current ethnicity and genders are, what they’re wearing? Really only one valid response to that:
One of the best episodes of any of the Trek series aired 25 years ago today.
AAAAAAARRRRRRRRGH.
On one hand: crap, I’m ooooooold. On the other hand: this episode, which saw Our Heroes from Deep Space Nine sent back in time to the original series “The Trouble with Tribbles” episode and seamlessly slotted in using CGI tricks and well constructed sets, props and costumes, showed that the original series designs worked *perfectly* well in an era of higher resolution. And when Star Trek: Enterprise did it itself some years later, with even higher visual resolution, that cemented the fact that the Nu Trek eras determination to redesign everything was just ridiculous and, let’s face it, ugly.
Nothing STD or STP has produced has improved on this:
As a bonus: in order to produce footage that the new characters could be inserted into, vintage Trek footage was remastered digitally. The end result was so good that it help to assure that a complete remaster of the original series was created and released on Blu Ray.
The parallels between the seventies and the current era are numerous. A shameful abandonment of allies, allowing them to be over-run by savages. A feckless and wholly incompetent President, in far over his head. A NASA in shambles, promising a New Thing but facing constant technical issues, delays and massive cost over-runs. An economy in deep trouble, with looming inflation. An energy crisis. Deep cultural and racial divisions. New York and other major cities being known more for their crime than anything else. And on and on.
So today, while out and about I stopped in a convenience store to get something to drink. Over the past few months there have been occasional shortages… sometimes they don’t have the syrup to make this or that fountain drink; or they don’t have straws, or they don’t have polypropylene cups, or they don’t have styrofoam cups. Various bits of shelf space bare from time to time. All annoying side effects of the current economic conditions brought about by the pandemic and ridiculous policies that trash the ability of American ports to do their jobs. But nothing quite screamed “the 70’s are back, baby!” to me quite like today: I got my drink, pulled out a paper-wrapped straw, and unwrapped it.. to find a *paper* straw.
I haven’t seen a paper straw in 40 or more years. I didn’t like ’em then, because they turned into a soggy mess well before you were done with them. I don’t like them any better now, because of what they represent: an admission of failure. I don’t know if these straws hold up any better than they did 40+ years ago because as soon as I got to my car I swapped it for a proper plastic straw. But I kept the thing. It’s still there, mocking me, promising to bring on stagflation and a return of lime green polyester leisure suits, wide lapels, bell bottoms, perms.
Get ready for it. it’s coming back, like it or not.
Portlan, Oregon, paragon of progressivism and police-defunding, *used* to have a Coast Guard Cutter as a museum ship, the USCGC Alert. Then it got turned into a homeless encampment. Then it sank.
Rather than spending taxpayer funds on police, civic improvement, restoration ans sustainment of history and dealing with abandoned military vessels in their waters, the Portland government decided to be Portland.
Ronald Reagan he ain’t. Hell, Bill Clinton he ain’t.
Some very good points are raised here, with clips comparing comparable scenes between old and new Trek. Due to bad, lazy, immature writing, new Trek has taken a serious beating.