Next time he appears, he will be wearing a yarmulke.
It better have a propeller on top.
Imagine this guy with a propeller beanie.
I won’t lie, it looks better than the hats he normally wears.
I’m a little worried it might smother the marmoset he’s trained to perch on the top of his head.
I believe they fought bravely against the White Witch at the Battle of the Aslan’s How.
She called Engoron “enraged” and red-faced and said that he slammed a table, something she said she “wouldn’t tolerate in my life, I’m not going to tolerate it here.”
“He had a hammer! A HAMMER! Like some kind of handyman serial killer! What kind of psycho brings a hammer into a courtroom? They wouldn’t even let me take my smallest gun in there! I didn’t feel safe with that maniac in a black dress swinging a hammer around! And why was he called a judge, you aren’t supposed to judge people according to the Bible unless you’re Jesus and that guy didn’t look like Jesus.”
If the hat can smother anything, put it over his face instead.
Wow. How bizarre some would want to reap “revenge” not on those who perpetrate the humiliation or pain of hazing, but on those next in the meat grinder. I mean, if I for example grew up as a mistreated slave or indentured servant, and later overcame it to the point of having influence over policy, I’d like to oversee a world without subjugation.
To these
sociopathspsychopaths, nothing consummates their deliverance like having their own people to shit on.
This sort of attitude isn’t universal, but it’s too widespread to really call it “bizarre”. And I don’t think they view it as revenge. It’s how they proved themselves worthy to join some elite group, and anyone else who wants in must prove their mettle, too. Or maybe that’s just the rationalization that their brains come up with so they can live with themselves. If people were purely rational, maybe we’d welcome newcomers with open arms. We’re not purely rational, and never have been.
Hazing doesn’t always rise to the level of pain or humiliation. There’s a famous story in Boston of a fraternity at MIT who required three of their pledges to measure a bridge across the Charles River leading to the MIT campus. The unit of measurement they were told to use was one of the pledges, himself, Oliver Smoot. As far as I’m aware, none of the three regret their moment in the city’s history.
To this day, the fraternity still repaints the Smoot markings on the bridge, and Google can happily convert any distance into Smoots.
The U.S. is a nation of immigrants. For much of our history, maybe all, there has been discrimination against new immigrants by the children of immigrants who were already here. I don’t know why anyone is surprised that we are still that way.
According to Wikipedia: " . . . during bridge renovations in the 1980s, the Cambridge, Massachusetts, police department requested that the markings be restored, since they were routinely used in police reports to identify locations on the bridge."
The bridge was marked in October, 1958. I was two.
Or as my step-father implied ( in so many words ) “I had it rough…you’re gonna have it rough”.
Most likely answer, in my estimation.
There’s a meme I’ve seen, but I can’t remember the wording. Something like, ‘If you think others should have it hard because you had it hard, and you turned out fine, you didn’t turn out as fine as you think you did.’
Couldn’t agree more.
Appalling as it is, the accounts I’ve read about female genital mutilation report that it is often done to young women by older women who had also undergone it. Such is the strength of cultural norms.
This sort of shit occurs in all walks of life. I was in a fraternity, and I have certain opinions regarding hazing (mostly bad). One of the prominent examples of hazing that everyone seems to be okay with is doctors’ internships. There is no good reason for a twenty-four or thirty-six hour shift.
Thank Og, I’ve heard this is changing or has changed in some places. All the people I know who worked in the medical sphere have retired now, so I don’t know how accurate this is.
My understanding is that the sidewalks on the bridge will be laid in smoot-length slabs, a few inches shorter than regular slabs.
The important question, though, is: how many Smoots are in a tariff?
More puns like that and we’ll Hawley ass out of here!
Generally, I see that used to justify corporal punishment, specifically to “bring the schools back into the good old days”.
I asked an AI bot to find the source. The response was to the effect that it’s difficult to determine but the expression is usually credited to Louis C. K. because, basically, it sounds like something he would say.