"There are some people who are quasi-trolls."
"Everyone is a quasi-troll — including you."
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Quasi-troll.
Overheard at Meadhouse:
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ask not who whom the blog trolls, the blog trolls for thee
Who is that quasi-troll?
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After Quasimodo's death, the bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame sent word through the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer was needed.
The bishop decided that he would conduct the interviews personally and went up into the belfry to begin the screening process.
After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he had decided to call it a day. Just then, an armless man approached him and announced that he was there to apply for the bell ringer's job. The bishop was incredulous.
"You have no arms!"
"No matter," said the man. "Observe!"
And he began striking the bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody on the carillon. The bishop listened in astonishment; convinced he had finally found a replacement for Quasimodo.
But suddenly, as he rushed forward to strike the bell, the armless man tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street below. The stunned bishop rushed down two hundred and ninety five church steps, when he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only moment before.
As they silently parted to let the bishop through, one of them asked,
"Bishop, who was this man?".
"I don't know his name," the bishop sadly replied,
BUT HIS FACE RINGS A BELL"
WAIT! WAIT! There's more
The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist, the bishop continued his interviews for the bell ringer of Notre Dame.
The first man to approach him said, "Your Excellency, I am the brother of the poor armless wretch that fell to his death from this very belfry yesterday. I pray that you honour his life by allowing me to replace him in this duty."
The bishop agreed to give the man an audition, and, as the armless man's brother stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest, twirled around, and died on the spot.
Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief at this second tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side.
"What has happened? Who is this man?" the first monk asked breathlessly.
"I don't know his name," sighed the distraught bishop, "but..."
"HE'S A DEAD RINGER FOR HIS BROTHER."
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Stolen from the interwebs.
I self identify as 1/64th troll, a Hemidemisemitroll.
I'm a quasi-genius. But aren't we all?
Why no blogging on Rod Dreher's "Primitve Root weiner" Column? That's right up your alley. Sex, Religion, Race, and strange words. Plus, its Rod!
@rcocean
I don't see everything, and if I see it after other people are already talking about it, it has less value to me.
Plus... my "alley" may be different from what you think it is. Some race topics that right-wingers are chomping at are not something I want.
Ah, excuse me
Oh, will ya excuse me
I'm just trying to find the bridge
Has anybody seen the bridge?
Please
Have you seen the bridge?
I ain't seen the bridge!
Where's that confounded bridge?
Dreher's column seems to be prompted by that Gary Shteyngart piece in The New Yorker, which I blogged about when it first came out. I try to catch things early, and then I wouldn't usually re-blog it because someone else is catching it after me.
Shteyngart's piece (about circumcision) is fantastic. What do I care about Dreher's boyhood experience of seeing his first uncircumcised penis? Shteyngart has a unique and vivid experience. The saw-my-first-uncircumcised-penis experience is mundane and to highlight the race of the person with the penis is just random otherizing.
Recently, I've noticed that Meade has upped his troll game.
Althouse: "Shteyngart's piece (about circumcision) is fantastic. What do I care about Dreher's boyhood experience of seeing his first uncircumcised penis? Shteyngart has a unique and vivid experience. The saw-my-first-uncircumcised-penis experience is mundane and to highlight the race of the person with the penis is just random otherizing."
Given the fact the NeverTrumpers have been completely exposed as outright left and far left wing democrats (Kristol, Boot, Wilson, Schmidt, Weaver (of the Young Lads Are Very "Interesting" school of thought), Conway, Hayes, French, Goldberg, et al) or simply very weak and quite bizarre quislings for the democraticals, Dreher's effort to shoehorn in his pathetic and not relevant at all early penis-sightseeing "tale" into another more noteworthy effort by Shteyngart is hardly surprising.
The NeverTrump idiots literally have nothing else to write about and no one wants to hear what they have to say any longer anyway.
They are really a "crew" of about 100 folks who only talk amongst themselves and try to piggyback on whatever else is happening at any given time.
madAsHell: "Recently, I've noticed that Meade has upped his troll game."
Recall a couple years back that it was Meade who got our pro-marxist pro-CRT LLR Chuck to completely expose himself as an open borders fanatic.
We all always knew LLR Chuck was for completely open borders (since Chuck is a democratical), but Meade was quite masterful in getting LLR Chuck to openly admit it!
QuasiTrolldo, the hunchback of Yoder Dame, home of the fighting Amish.
*The above has no meaning. But you already knew that. The Yoder Dame part comes from local humor around me, a play on nearby Notre Dame and equally nearby Amish pacifist culture.
Rod Dreher is insufferable. This is my opinion.
M Jordan: "Rod Dreher is insufferable. This is my opinion."
Dreher literally wrote the book on surrendering everything to the democraticals and walking away.
Very similar to Paul Ryan who gave a speech at the Reagan Library where he too preached completely surrendering to the left on ALL cultural issues, and even most economic ones as well (Ryan has to pay back his lefty masters for putting him on those lucrative Boards of Directors).
Which is similar to our own LLR Chuck who viciously opposes any attempts to rein in the democraticals most marxist/leftist cultural policies.
M Jordan said...
Rod Dreher is insufferable. This is my opinion.
Dreher and his commentariat are just too good for us mere mortals.
shteingarts schtick is just tedious, he's from kazakhstan and he's about as annoying as sasha baron cohen's alter ego
This blog’s posts are quasi-trolling.
Wow! Just read Dreher's post. It and the comments are a real shit show. Some people have too much time on their hands.
I feel like my cover is blown.
So that was how Dreher learned that he liked to suck cock.
Probably similar to how Chuck learned.
Is Biden trolling us when he gives us his "word as a Biden"? Or does he somehow, in the misty swirling fog inside his head, truly believe that his "word as a Biden" means something (something good, that is)?
23&Me says I am 24.93% troll. I can live with that.
My trolling is the high-minded kind - trolladis trollandis: ADVERB (used when comparing two or more cases or situations) making necessary alterations while not affecting the main point at issue.
"what is true of undergraduate teaching in England is equally true, trolladis trollandis, of American graduate schools"
Trolls invade comfort zones.
Good trolls invite critical thought.
I am become troll. To troll or not to troll, that is the question. Never give a troll an even break. Some of my best friends are trolls. Troll is a social construct. Tip troll through the tulips.
"What do I care about Dreher's boyhood experience of seeing his first uncircumcised penis?:
All I can say, is that "primitive root weiner" is a phrase I'll never forget. And will forever associate with Rod.
Maybe its a guy thing.
"Rod's Primitive Root Weiner," not available at stores.
Every guy I know is circumcised AFAIK, including my son. 'Twas the done thing, and seems sensible to me.
After Quasimodo's death, the bishop of the Cathedral of Notre Dame sent word through the streets of Paris that a new bell ringer was needed.
The bishop decided that he would conduct the interviews personally and went up into the belfry to begin the screening process.
After observing several applicants demonstrate their skills, he had decided to call it a day. Just then, an armless man approached him and announced that he was there to apply for the bell ringer's job. The bishop was incredulous.
"You have no arms!"
"No matter," said the man. "Observe!"
And he began striking the bells with his face, producing a beautiful melody on the carillon. The bishop listened in astonishment; convinced he had finally found a replacement for Quasimodo.
But suddenly, as he rushed forward to strike the bell, the armless man tripped and plunged headlong out of the belfry window to his death in the street below. The stunned bishop rushed down two hundred and ninety five church steps, when he reached the street, a crowd had gathered around the fallen figure, drawn by the beautiful music they had heard only moment before.
As they silently parted to let the bishop through, one of them asked,
"Bishop, who was this man?".
"I don't know his name," the bishop sadly replied,
BUT HIS FACE RINGS A BELL"
WAIT! WAIT! There's more
The following day, despite the sadness that weighed heavily on his heart due to the unfortunate death of the armless campanologist, the bishop continued his interviews for the bell ringer of Notre Dame.
The first man to approach him said, "Your Excellency, I am the brother of the poor armless wretch that fell to his death from this very belfry yesterday. I pray that you honour his life by allowing me to replace him in this duty."
The bishop agreed to give the man an audition, and, as the armless man's brother stooped to pick up a mallet to strike the first bell, he groaned, clutched at his chest, twirled around, and died on the spot.
Two monks, hearing the bishop's cries of grief at this second tragedy, rushed up the stairs to his side.
"What has happened? Who is this man?" the first monk asked breathlessly.
"I don't know his name," sighed the distraught bishop, "but..."
"HE'S A DEAD RINGER FOR HIS BROTHER."
****
"Because the light was on."
"I try to catch things early, "
I have made much money by having an ability to predict trends before they are trends, the second derivative test. I filter out most of the deals by this method, then examine the rest in detail. Having an intuitive ability is a mysterious thing, but it works to allow detailed work on the remaining.
Do not ask for whom the troll tolls. A breaking point comes for everyone living through cultural revolution.
I would prefer to stay in Zhivago’s ice palace. But not The Benedict Option. Why does one inspire and the other irritate?
I will leave the discussion of foreskin to others.
But, speaking of genitalia, why did it take Jim Goad over at Taki to be the only journalist in the world to notice that The Lancet has erased women from womanhood (people who menstruate, people who give birth) while not doing the same with men (no ‘people who get testicular cancer, people who ejaculate, people with penises’ etc.?). An excellent question. See The Week That Perished column, unattributed, but I’d recognize Goad’s style anywhere.
But, speaking of genitalia, why did it take Jim Goad over at Taki to be the only journalist in the world to notice that The Lancet has erased women from womanhood (people who menstruate, people who give birth) while not doing the same with men (no ‘people who get testicular cancer, people who ejaculate, people with penises’ etc.?). An excellent question. See The Week That Perished column, unattributed, but I’d recognize Goad’s style anywhere.
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