So is poor young boy makes a few lines in a corner of a paper, Mean while #DawnButler laps up the limelight for chatting absolute bullshit š” Didnāt his life matter???? https://t.co/il7F0mQZrY
Frankly, Dear Reader, sometimesĀ reading signsĀ ‘correctly’ can beĀ a bit of a schlep…
Hackney residentsĀ were shocked yesterday to see a new road sign had been erected…
*Beards and hats and dressed in black… /shakes head… Knot Amish, though, Clicky. You don’t get many Amish in London…*
Franck Allais produced the road sign artwork for a project, to ‘celebrate London’s diversity’.
āIt was a project about crossing the road ā¦ how everyone is different, everyone has an identity.
āThere is not only one sign in the street. I put more signs up in the street, but only this one got noticed.
“I am sorry for any offence caused.ā
Signs missed by the residents included aĀ woman pushing a shopping trolley…
… a man pushing a wheelchair…
… and a cat…
*Knot exactly ‘people’ though, Clicky, eh? *
*/rolls eyes…*
A misunderstanding then, rectified and apology given.Ā Not a sign of a hate crime…
“We take reports of hate crimes extremely seriously so if any residents find any kind of anti-Semitic signs or graffiti they should immediately report them to the police on 101.ā
*/sneers… Hateful sign…*
Blue Frank put up anĀ interesting post today about ‘roadkill‘. He too is seeing signs…
But it might be beginning to change. Itās not as easy āto control exactly what people thinkā as it was 20 years ago. The internet is changing how information gets around. The MSM no longer has a monopoly on what and what isnāt news.
*Smokers and Jews have a lot in common, Clicky… /sigh…*
… Whilst Red Frank posted images of Anne Frank, and childrenĀ fleeingĀ for their lives, along a road…
*He also included one of Leggy’s short stories, Clicky… From the same book at ‘Telephone Pest’… We turned that into a screenplay… /blows out cheeks… Fucked if I know how to get it made…*
*Heh. You romantic, Clicky… /lights up… And if knot? …/blows smoke…*
Oh fuck!Ā The quintessential game of the SnowflakeĀ generation is back…
*No, Clicky, they’re whiners, not winos… /shakes head… let me tell the story*
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Almighty whoops and Poppy’s incessant barking drew me from kitchen sink daydreamsĀ to the Library. Thoughtful Man lay slumped in his chair, head bowed, gasping forĀ breath.
“OH MY GOD! Are you okay?!” I cried, rushing toward him. He’d been serious ill earlier this year; I hoped it wasn’t a relapse. I placed my arm aboutĀ his shoulders – they were shaking. Poppy stood on her tiny back legs and urgently pawed at his knees.
“Ah…” Thoughtful man lifted his head. His face was contorted and his eyes runneth over. “Ah… HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Relieved that he was only laughing and not suffocating, I waited for him to calm down before inquiring after the source of his mirth. “What’s so funny?”
I was aware of the recent phenomenon. “Yeah, a bunch of idiots running around trying to catch digital monstersĀ onĀ their mobile phones. Sounds like a lot of accidents waiting to happen.”
“Yes, well read this.” He moved aside so that I could read his computer screen.
He cleared his throat. “Yes. Guess what Koffing’s special ability is?”
“Nooooo…” I whispered incredulously and snapped backĀ round to the screen.
The auditorium plays the testimonials of Jews who survived the gas chambers during the Holocaust. Itās pretty obvious as to how a Koffing, known for its poisonous gas attacks, can be offensive.
āWe do not believe any group of men adequate enough or wise enough to operate without scrutiny or without criticism. We know that the only way to avoid error is to detect it, that the only way to detect it is to be free to inquire. We know that in secrecy error undetected will flourish and subvertā. - J Robert Oppenheimer.
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