Attention. The long quotation is from Simone de Beauvoir’s The Second Sex, a book that I’ve just started reading (a la vejez, viruelas…) and I’m quite enjoying, amongst other things because at least she had a sense of humour, unlike some second wave feminists. -let alone the third and fourth-wave ones. The Doggie’s quote graces the introduction of the same book and is by a French geezer, François Poulain de la Barre, and is one of the very (VERY) few things ever said by a bloke about women that isn’t a lot of cobblers. (In fact it’s spot on and it’s just what I’ve been saying for the past three decades.) Not that women haven’t talked (and still talk) a lot of bollocks on the very same subject, let’s be fair. But nowhere near by a long, long chalk as the self-styled masters of creation have, which has had such dismal effects on the human race at large and the female contingent in particular. PS. The Doggie’s name is Calanda. She’s not a Cagnolito of Tindalos but she’s closely related to them on her third auntie’s side.

Blimey! You know what it’s like. You’re peacefully trundling along the paths of evolution when suddenly you come across a crack in the continuum. And then everything goes wonky. And then next thing you know is that an adventurous amoeba decides to grow arms, or legs, or both. And then, next chapter in the saga is…people! Oy vey! 🙁 Still, one must go on, even though one can’t go on. Have a spiffing, gap-free week end, wot sooooon come.

Walkies. aka (Small) reasons to be cheerful. The unruly doggies of the Mid-Badlands have escaped en masse to party and riot and rejoice at the demise of that ghastly cunt Berlusconi. One down many, many, many more to go, but, as the Spaniards say, Menos da una piedra. That is, every little helps and even a small bit of good news can be stretched and used as an excuse to have a merry shindig. I’m off to join the disorderly canines. Take very good care of yourselves and stay sane. Have un po’ di very silly mu’:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ojULkWEUsPs

Cyclop Twins. aka The New Subnormal, part 33 ¾: Compliance is Freedom.
NB. The System (aka The Man, aka Them, aka The Masters of the Universe), really doesn’t personally need to punish you for your unorthodoxy. That task has been outsourced to the Little Servants of the New Canon, the innumerable groups and grouplets that police though and attitude and will cancel you if they don’t like what you think, never mind saying what you think.
Weekend soooon come. Have a splendid one.