Odds and Ends, 10/15/19

And the jackass Zman.

Mota Marin ceremony 2014.

Lowell Presente.

Good Strom piece.

Italianthro is gone.  Was he intimidated by Greta Thunberg?

Fighting predatory, invasive, non-native species.  Good idea.  Let’s talk immigration.

I agree with dat dere Rienzi guy.

Jim Colosimo – “swarthy animal magnetism” – Der Afrowop.

Codreanu tribute music.

More Zman:

I had an early flight out of Copenhagen back to Lagos, so I did the sensible thing…

For a Type I Alt righter

…and went out with the conference goers until the early hours…

Beavis and Butthead snigger.

…We have a lot of South Asians, who are not big on daily bathing. There’s usually one on the plane, so be prepared for it. On one trip, I saw one so ripe that the flight crew hung an air freshener on the seat backs…

The South Asian special – body odor mixed with cheap cologne.  A hallway or stairwell will stink of that for, literally, hours after one of the cogelites walk by. It is difficult to restrain from vomiting. Experto crede.

…started to think about those people living in the Roman Empire wondering why the water no longer comes from the big stone thingy anymore. 

Because invading Germans wrecked them?

Some may have remembered their ancestors working on them for some reason, but they no longer recall why. 

What bullshit.  When the water stopped running, it was because the city was sacked by, and later mismanaged by, the Holy Ones.

The people who knew how and why those aqueducts worked were long gone. No one was around who could figure out how to make them work again, because they lacked the capacity to do it.

Absolute, raging bullshit.  The water stopped flowing after the fall of the empire. Who was running the show then?  Maybe folks who never built aqueducts in the first place. Odoacer: “What’s that big stone thingy?  Can my horse drink out of it?” Hey, Zman, take your Kempian lies back to “Lagos.” By the way, the “Lagos” joke is so stale by now it’s starting to stink like one of Zman's South Asians.

I got into Montreal looking forward to some lunch. I had a good long nap and my olfactory receptors were cleansed of Mr. Bong’s stink, by the waves of perfume from the shopping area passengers are now forced to endure at airports. Everyone is forced through a shopping zone now, as they want to make sure you are always ready to consume next product. As a result, airports now smell like the dressing room of a strip club…

Zman knows how they smell.  Interesting.

Normally, when you connect on an international trip, you just walk to the next gate and maybe you have to go through passport control. In Montreal, I had to go through customs, then security and then passport control again. It was a slow mess...

But I thought all of the excess bureaucracy in Europe was because of the EU. You mean, it is in Canada as well?

I finally made it back to Lagos with a collection of great memories of a wonderful time with friends in the European scene. Frodi is a great host and wonderful person.  I’m thankful for having got to know him and now count him as a friend…

But he can’t understand a simple concept even when explained to him repeatedly over a period of months.  Well, he works with Counter-Currents....