Turning The Tables

For those of you who’ve been away vacationing on the Planet Zarg and you have no idea who “Amelia” is, let Jamie Wilson ‘splain everything in her own inimitable style:

The British government’s Prevent office, housed under the Home Office (think Department of the Interior, but allergic to dissent), partnered with a media nonprofit called Shout Out UK (like a PBS focused on preventing “radicalism”) to come up with a clever new way to re-educate British youth.
The concern, as always, was “radicalization.” They thought the solution was inspired: a choice-based video game. Kids like games. Games involve decisions. Decisions shape values. What could possibly go wrong?
Thus Pathways was born, a government-funded interactive morality play designed to gently shepherd British children toward being properly antiracist, properly accepting, and properly enthusiastic about the ever-increasing number of migrants reshaping their country. Civics class, but fun. And digital. And corrective.
As part of this effort, the designers introduced a character named Amelia, a cute, purple-haired, vaguely goth girl who carries a Union Jack and talks about Britain being for the British. She was meant to function as a warning, a living illustration of how nationalism can look attractive, even charming, and yet be dangerous to the impressionable youths of Britain who may not have fully internalized the idea that Brexit is bad and they are to obey their elitist overlords.
What they did not anticipate was that the public would take one look at adorable, charming Amelia and decide she was the good guy.

To be honest, I’m howling with laughter at this whole thing.

Wasn’t it that little Commie tit Saul Alinsky who suggested using your enemy’s own rules and weapons against them?

Monday Funnies

And on the subject of classic catastrophes:

…we move on to modern times:

I’m feeling nostalgic today, so let’s turn back the clock a little, with some 70s-era Marilyn Cole:

And of course:

Now off you go and see if you can find that box of old Playboys in the attic.

Left Field

Every so often New Wife will absolutely skewer me with an observation that is so sharp that I’m left helpless with laughter.  Here’s one example, after I’d done something profoundly idiotic:

Me:  Ami I that stupid?
Her:  Not all the time.

Last night brought out another one.  We’d just finished watching TV for the night, and were sitting together on the couch, when she looked at me quizzically and asked:

Her:  Have you cut your hair?  (She hates it when I do.)
Me:  No.
Her:  Are you sure?
Me:  I promise you, I have not cut my hair since you got back from Cape Town.
Her (unconvinced):  I think you’re candlelighting me.
Me:  You mean gaslighting?
Her:  No, I meant candlelighting.  It’s like gaslighting, but… gentler.

Ten minutes later, my stomach was still aching.