The Antisocial Socialist

 Critical support for the head of lettuce.

The jokes just kind of write themselves, don't they?

Have at it, folks; I'm exhausted.

Proof that my neighbourhood is the most adorbs:

Doorbell rings. It's my next door neighbour—the one I don't see very often. With a tin of cookies for me. Of course, I was planning on dropping by in a few days with a tin of cookies for her and her husband. So I saved a trip next door! (And since they're not often home and may well be going away, it worked out well that I could give them to her now.) We both found it pretty funny, especially because we'd both baked ginger cookies.

I am predicting that I will end up with roughly the same amount of cookies that I made owing to everyone being on a baking spree lately.

OMG YOU GUYS OMG

YOU GUYS

Despite the first movie being smacked down by the Invisible Hand of the Free Market, Atlas Shrugged II is out.

And it sounds horrendous. And Robert Picardo is in it, because apparently former Star Trek actors mostly get work in movies like this. I am so excited. I hope he and Armin Shimmerman are skeezy together in a scene where they plot against the heroic capitalists who singlehandedly turn the wheels of industry with their bulging arms.


THE GUBMINT IS COMING AFTER OUR COPYRIGHTS!


Are your ideals rigid or are you just happy to see me?

Okay, kids, you know the score. I need this movie in my life. First person to find me a genuine working torrent gets the review dedicated to them.

We're not going to have Rob Liefeld to kick around anymore.



The comics world mourns the loss of baroque anatomy, porn traces, floating or otherwise invisible feet, and seriously, what was in all those pouches?

I can't help but imagine various DC heroines untwisting their spines and sighing in relief as their internal organs re-settle into their proper places and their tiny little feet are finally able to touch the ground.

Also, who tweets during a movie? That's just rude.

(Via fengi.)

Hey, I haven't done a leftist sectariana post in forever. Let's change that. Check out Cause Pimps. (Warning: If you are prone to seizures, don't check it out.)

It was brought to my attention courtesy of two people who seem to be among the author's primary targets. (They're both lovely people, incidentally.) Once again, I was insulted that I have not been included in the directory of Bad People—as Wilde put it, the only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about—and it occurred to me that perhaps I should join the SPO just to warrant a mention. But I don't like their logo. Anyway.

Cause Pimps is an interesting site for a few reasons. I mean, the most obvious is the hilarious animated gifs and unfortunate colour choices. But politically, it's interesting because it seems to be an attack from the left, or at least from someone who was on the left at one point, but doesn't hesitate to use right-wing talking points, and occasionally swerves right into full-on conspiracy theories. I can almost guarantee that I'd know the author by face, if not by name. This is someone who has been on the wrong side of either an OCAP schism or a CKLN schism, or both. Not a hard thing to do, and however much I respect the work both groups do, it can be a painful, isolating thing, so I might have a little sympathy for our mysterious webmaster. Except, well, he's wrong, and also the site is really terrible and eye-watering.

A few highlights:

The control system seems to work at three levels. The rawest is the police/judicial complex which is widely said to be run by the Masons. The Toronto police headquarters is surrounded by Masonic symbols.

Anyone who has tried to get justice done through either the civil or criminal courts has become aware of a seamless system of denying justice. It runs from the cop on the beat through the legal aid system to the court staff to the judges to the attorney general's office. If the Masons are not the coordinating system in this, then it is some group much like them.

I can think of many, many reasons to hate Toronto cops and cops in general. The theory that they are Freemasons is not one of them.

The kind of people and organizations who you will be given intelligence about on this site are really, really not going to like it. We expect intense efforts to try to take this site down. Let them try.

If, by "take it down," you mean linking to it on their Facebook pages and directing everyone there for a good laugh, yep, that's what they're doing right now.

Should we complain to google? Anyone hitting Andy Lehrer" and "pimp" can find this page due to cross links with other pimps pages. The truth will come through despite all the efforts of the liars to throttle it.

This quote, admittedly, is a hundred times funnier if you know him. Still, I think he'd be pretty amused if people were actually Googling "Andy Lehrer" and "pimp."

The world is also full of people with unresolved mental problems, or who have serious mind circuit problems. The true crazy refuses to accept that there is something wrong with him, not with the world around her. Generally, they think the world is slighting them and sometimes they become violent.

WHAT

Toronto activism is so weird, you guys. So. Weird.

The only thing funnier than Jonathan McIntosh's Donald Duck/Glenn Beck mash-up:


[The above video is captioned by lovely people!]

...is Glenn Beck's response to Jonathan McIntosh's Donald Duck/Glenn Beck mash-up:


[Not captioned yet, unfortunately.]

Hat tip: culpster.

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Psst, snarkitysnarks: The party responsible for the May 21st apocalypse billboard is Harold Camping. I know this from my learnings. Well, from Slacktivist mentioning it in passing.

The telephone was an aberation in human development. It was a 70 year or so period where for some reason humans decided it was socially acceptable to ring a loud bell in someone else’s life and they were expected to come running, like dogs. This was the equivalent of thinking it was okay to walk into someone’s living room and start shouting. it was never okay. It’s less okay now. Telephone calls are rude. They are interruptive. Technology has solved this brief aberration in human behavior. We have a thing now called THE TEXT MESSAGE. It is magical, non-intrusive, optional, and, just like human speech originally was meant to be, is turn based and two way. You talk. I talk next. Then you talk. And we do it when it’s convenient for both of us.

This is true and in a few years when there are no more loud noises followed by disembodied voices, you'll know just how true it is.

In other news, if you haven't tried the Geocities-izer site (make any website look like it was made in 1996 by a 13-year-old), you are missing a good half-hour of fun. Minimum.