Meh. So what if the ACLU has joined a number of other ideologically “neutral” NPOs in dropping its non-partisan facade and announcing its support for the Democrats (because let’s face it: nothing says “we value civil liberties” more than smoking bans, the surrender of private enterprise to a massive centrally-controlled government, municipal usurpation of private property to feed the common weal, and non-denominational holidays stripped of their celebratory cores and presented as simple, non-offensive husks, their blinking colored lights a reminder that even the most profoundly held beliefs can be reduced to low-wattage, community-approved superficiality). Fact is, my antique ladder bookshelves arrive today!
I mean, a ladder that holds books and knicknacks? It’s like God Himself has transubstantiated into delightfully rustic rubbed wood decor.
Plus, they frickin’ lean!
Mine are an antiseptic white tubular steel and pressboard Swedish design. Thirty bucks at Target, fifteen years ago.
Key word is “pressboard”. They’re as swaybacked as Michael Moore’s favorite sofa, now.
Oh, congratulations, btw.
Everyone seems to be coming out these days. Pink and red satin must be flying off the shelves.
So let me get this straight: these are the kinds of leaning ladders that hold things, not the kind attached to a rail along the wall that you can ride.
Yeah. No wheels.
Yet.
But I’m starting to get good with my tools.
MAN HAS AWAKENED!
Why am I suddenly reminded of an early scene in “The Mummy?”
As a certified tool-tard I speak with authority. That phrase means that you can successfully start the portable 18 volt drill without holding your hand on the drill bit.
Cheers!
I’m picturing the red pills behind the couch, Jeff, and one of those rolling library ladders. It’s not pretty.
On the other hand, those rolling ladders are pretty dope (and handy for clock hanging!).
I bet you can’t wait until you have to shell out $150 for one of those two step stools that can be flipped over and made into a small chair.
That smells suspiciously like Pottery Barn to me. Do patriots shop at Pottery Barn?
Rolling library ladders mean you actually have a real library. Some books, by the law of God, no doubt, must be stored in a sufficiently high location so that whenever you enter the library you have to look UP. Almost, as though, in this small shrine of knowledge, you look upwards to heaven…
/18th century
Yeah, the ACLU better not act like this is some kind of surprise. Who did we think they supported? I recall that once, they defended the Christian Group Intervarsity Christian Fellowship. Allow me to explain why. Although IVCF is Christian, they have many progressive leanings (partly a wink and nudge tactic on the part of Christians, partly a useful idiot problem.)
In this way, IVCF could expect support from the ACLU: they talk about ‘embracing all cultures’ and ‘having peaceful dialogue with muslims’ and ‘living nonjudgementally’. They also talk about ‘whiteness and … [insert person/place/thing/idea].’
But its all a facade for the power of Jesus. Jesus was a ninja, didn’t you know?
Or maybe he was a transformer.
Transforming ninja?
Black Transforming Ninja?
IVCF’ers are genuine followers of Christ though, so they listen to reason about these things. All it takes is for someone to explain the failings of multi-cult/etc to them with rationality (not through the basis of prejudice) and they will listen.
I.E. they won’t listen to the multi-cult-criticism that says: “Screw multiculturalism. White power!”
Even if it is by a Black Man. (Haha, that’s my favorite Chapelle skit.)
Interestingly, when I went to the last Urbana Missionary conference (’03 in Urbana-Champagne) there was a seminar on ‘Evangelizing to Post-Modern thinkers’. It was well attended. There are plenty of useful idiots there, but there are plenty more that understand what is going on, and have for decades.
The ACLU is pretty hollow overall; say the right things and they will pony up the lawyers.
LOL! You got the Quotation des Tages on my blog for that one!
Dunno. Those cute decorative wooden ladder shelves require the bonfire-blackened skull of an enemy on each shelf just to reach sexual neutralityâ€â€unless your “antique” above means “once owned by Marquis de Sade.” Then, yes, MAN.
MAN does not know this word, but when it is applied to, say, his game-used ABA ball annointed in the sweat of Connie Hawkins, and his (not provably) Hunter Thompson-discarded Dunhill box, he is suffused with the primal knowledge that it is an imperative meaning “kill.”
Or so I don’t recall.
Jeff Goldstein’s HOA Nation, a stunning critique of the American dystopia.
…and then discover what happens when the bit breaks through the thing you are drilling and grabs a fiber in the underlying carpet. You watch with amazement as the pile from all four points of the compass amass on the end of the bit, which makes removing the bit from the thing you have just drilled nearly impossible.
– When that happened to me once upon a rug Geez, I decided just to leave it that way for a few weeks, explaining to inquisitive friends it was the latest in arte’ decore. The female companion unit was not amused.
My FCU seems to have the same defect.
Best drill story ever: A friend of mine, who worked as a boat mechanic, was drilling through the foredeck of a large pleasure craft for the purpose of installing a new samsom post. He was using a big, honkin’ Makita drill with a handle extention. As we were conversing about the awesome power of the drill the bit caught a heretofor undiscovered piece of metal in the deck, seized up and literally flung him into Narragansett Bay.
I laughed so hard I puked twice! True story!
Geezer: the simple solution to the carpet pile hairball is to simply set it on fire.
I should charge for this stuff.
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I got rug burns on my knees one time.
The female companion unit was very amused.
Yeah, but at least you didn’t get donkey punched.
I got rug burns on my knees one time.
– Oh the things we do for lust…..
Plus, they frickin’ lean!
Can we assume they lean right?
non-denominational holidays stripped of their celebratory cores and presented as simple, non-offensive husks, their blinking colored lights a reminder that even the most profoundly held beliefs can be reduced to low-wattage, community-approved superficiality
That right there is a thing of beauty.
And as usual, it cuts right to the heart of the matter: form over substance, papering-over of differences in place of meaningful debate, and a consuming need to assuage perceived group guilt.
Individual lefties aren’t evil, insane, anti-American, etc; those are just convenient verbal weapons. The real problem is that they are just plain wrong, so wrong it can make their behavior seem insane to anyone who isn’t hindered by having a few critical logic gateways in their brains (such as “universal victim status” or “equal opportunity = identical results”) flipped to “1” instead of “0”.
But as individuals, there is always hope for change. I know from personal experience.
Slightly OT, but I’m starting to notice the early symptoms of server breakdown again—ppages failing to completely render, internal sever 500 errors, etc.
Just sayin’.
“non-denominational holidays…”
– Ah yes friends… As we enter this years “anthronormative heterogenic, plasticized, generalized, amorphically distributed, holiday season”, let us give thanks to the ornately decorated greyness of all we have to take joy in.
– We must all begin preperation for that annual excersize in dumbing down, and astutely ignoring any notice of specitivity, as we draw up our “winter holiday” lists of civily “safe” distribution schedules of “nonpurposed” casual gifts, avoiding scrupiously, anything that might suggest favor, or advantage, lest we unintentionally hurt feeling’s, or excite passions, because that would just be PC wrong.
– Now. Isn’t that so very much more “sociable”. “Something for noone” so to speak. Everyone equally unhappy. I was never comfortable with mangers anyway.
– Kerist on a McMuffin. What a bore.
Scrupiously? Scru-piously? Oh….
Screw Piously! (buzzer)
I’m sorry but your invented phrase to describe stabbing your fellow man in the back with a sense of serene holiness had been banned from the holiday season. Have a generically average rama-hanna-kwanz-mas*.
sincerely, ACLU
PS: Put out the fuckin’ cigarette and get out of your house!
(*stolen from Glen Beck)
Here’s a good one for our nondenominational holiday:
I heard the bells on Christmas day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
Till ringing, singing on its way
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good will to men.
And in despair I bowed my head
“There is no peace on earth,†I said,
“For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.â€Â
Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail
With peace on earth, good will to men.â€Â
(that’s my favorite Christmas Hymn.)
Oh, I guess that’s a bit too denominational. Too bad.
One of my favs too, Olaf.
For insights on dyi safety, watch “ American Chopper” and don’t do what they do. In the hands of the average american homeowner a drilldriver is more deadly than a gun.
PS: Put out the fuckin’ cigarette and get out of your house!
– Oh well. Maybe we can find some fun places to hide the pine cones.
Jeff’s furniture is doin’ the gangsta lean?
Pshaw, minds me of the opening of “2001 A Space Odyssey”
Behold Man with his mighty tool…wait, that can’t be right.