I thought they smelled bad on the outside.
Geoff: There is something seriously wrong with people in this country.
Aura_: Over the years I've read a lot of psychology articles.
If I remember correctly, humans get really pissy about sharing their wealth when they feel sure it will run out. When they feel like they are doing well and will have abundance for the foreseeable future, they will happily give some of it to others.
If the fear of running out is so strong it overrides a biological drive to be protective of children, I am pretty sure they know on some level how fucking bad it is going to be.
The article you linked seems to be implying these are the same people who are supporting Brexit. If that's true, what you are dealing with is not so much racism or evil people, it's a panic, fear of embarrassment and flat out refusal to admit they were wrong.
Geoff: Partly it's that, partly it's the years of propaganda (the newspapers which first published this bullshit causing the backlash are both staunchly anti-EU papers).
And it is propaganda. The EU commission kept a record of almost 30 years of outright lies in the British press about the EU.
People are convinced the EU is evil.
Geoff: DEFRA (Department for Environment, Food and Rural Affairs) has said that releasing projections of post-Brexit food disruptions would, "not be in the public interest."
Aura_: I sort of agree? Predictions of that kind would be a self fulfilling prophecy, as people would start hoarding the predicted items creating the shortage. Since we import everything on Aruba I've seen that happen a couple of times.
Geoff in reply to Aura_: I think the correct term is, "stockpiling."
And since we've still got 6 weeks until the deadline for the government to shoot the entire country in the head, I think it's important that they warn people.
We're already seeing medicine shortages.
Geoff: Just wrote a typo in an email to a client. Instead of "underfunding" I wrote, "underfucking."
Whoops. Thankfully, I know this client well, and they'll find it funny.
Geoff: Just to set the record straight. Johnson is nothing like the Hulk.
He's a shit scarecrow, a lying sack of fetid horse balls, and serial sleazebag.
Although he did have the police called on him for screaming at the woman he left his wife for.
Geoff: Last Night of the Proms is something of a British institution, especially the traditional performance of Rule Britannia at the end. Always accompanied with flag waving.
This year, there were plenty of EU flags being waved with gusto. And... this. This magnificent moment.
Geoff: News headlines that inspire a facepalm and an exclamation of, "no shit, Sherlock."
"Johnson only backed Brexit for his career."
Geoff: You know what gets me most about the battle of Hoth? Rogue One demonstrates that X-Wings are perfectly capable of atmospheric combat.
And they stick with using the speeders?
Oh, and Leia kisses her brother.
And then the nerfherder.
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Corwin: And why aren't either the Imperial ships nor the Rebel ships equipped with some kind of super powerful "primary weapon"?
Space Battleship Yamoto could take out a Death Star in one shot, and that was just a refitted WWII ocean-going vessel.
Hell... Space Battleship Yamoto could single-handedly take out the Imperial Forces AND the Rebels... they're lucky they're in a galaxy far far away. They wouldn't stand a chance against Japanese Anime Forces.
The Yamoto's only weakness would be if their radio cross-talk could be easily deciphered by activating the English subtitles... but that would require a DVD remote, which would be technology alien to their galaxy.
Geoff: Wait. There's a new movie about the life of Marie Curie?
The woman whose notebooks are still so irradiated that you're not allowed to touch them?
Fuck, she knew what she was doing. And she did it, just so the rest of us would have a lesson to learn.
Geoff: My great-grandfather was a musician of the old music-hall type.
He spent a long time trying to teach me this song.
The sons of the Prophet were brave men and bold
And quite unaccustomed to fear
But the bravest by far in the ranks of the Shah
Was Abdul Abulbul Amir
Now the heroes were plenty and well known to fame
In the troops that were led by the Tsar
And the bravest of these was a man by the name
Of Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
One day this bold Russian had shouldered his gun
And donned his most truculent sneer
Downtown he did go, where he trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir
"Young man", quoth Abdul, "Has life grown so dull
That you wish to end your career?
Vile infidel, know you have trod on the toe
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir."
Said Ivan, "My friend, your remarks, in the end
Will avail you but little, I fear
For you ne'er will survive to repeat them alive
Mr. Abdul Abulbul Amir."
"So take your last look at sunshine and brook
And send your regrets to the Tsar
For by this I imply, you are going to die
Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar."
Then this bold Mameluke drew his trusty skibouk
With a cry of "Allah-Akbar!"
And with murderous intent, he ferociously went
For Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
They fought all that night 'neath the pale yellow moon;
The din, it was heard from afar
And huge multitudes came, so great was the fame
Of Abdul and Ivan Skavar
As Abdul's long knife was extracting the life—
In fact, he was shouting "Huzzah!"—
He felt himself struck by that wily Kalmyk
Count Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
The Sultan drove by in his red-breasted fly
Expecting the victor to cheer
But he only drew nigh to hear the last sigh
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir
Tsar Petrovich, too, in his spectacles blue
Rode up in his new crested car
He arrived just in time to exchange a last line
With Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
There's a tomb rises up, where the blue Danube flows
Engraved there in characters clear:
"Ah, stranger when passing, oh pray for the soul
Of Abdul Abulbul Amir."
A Muscovite maiden her lone vigil keeps
'Neath the light of the pale polar star
And the name that she murmurs so oft as she weeps
Is Ivan Skavinsky Skavar
The subtext is: Don't be like either of these fucking idiots.