Lots of good articles on Canadian brutality in WW1 if you do a search. As for war crimes in particular, here’s one of many articles mentioning how Canadians killed prisoners of war:

https://nationalpost.com/news/canada/the-forgotten-ferocity-of-canadas-soldiers-in-the-great-war

It doesn’t.

I mean, we’re kind of known for war crimes too. Was anyone in WW1 worse than the Canadians?

That’s not too fair. Poor guy. Someone has to fight back. Are we sure it wasn’t self-defense? Maybe they were trying to sink his yacht?

Yup, sounds like it. I think this is what the French call “a crime of passion”. The idea is that the moment is so enraging that one cannot be held accountable for one’s actions in that moment. It’s a kind of, “fuck around and find out,” law.

I was wondering until this comment. “Ethiopia? Ecuador? Oh! Colombia.”

The leaves change colour

Technology fails humans

A second stone age.

A power outage

Turns my shiny computer

Into a dead rock.

EDIT: Lemmy edited out my paragraph breaks.

First time I’ve seen the word ‘cryptofascist’ outside of Red Dwarf.

I couldn’t catch it either, but yeah, that’s rough. Definitely a step above “shut up”.

Yeah, I’ve seen this cropping up over the last few days and was wondering.

A quick look through a few news sources suggests that it is related to an artificial ground mulch made from recycled materials. This mulch was used in a bunch of parks. It came from a recycling company that claims all its mulch has tested negative for asbestos. Again, although it is referred to as ‘bonded asbestos’ which means it has been combined with another building material, it doesn’t say what. Up until the 90s asbestos was used in concrete, under lino, and in drywall.

… I don’t know who the fuck would use ground up construction materials for playgrounds mulch. Pretty sure the school near me (in Canada) users ground up tires, so I’m not walking too tall here. I suspect that’s going to be it’s own thing in a few years. (Tires are pretty fucking toxic. They very optimistically thought they could make artificial reefs from them in the 80s. No. Nothing will grow on them.)

https://www.theguardian.com/australia-news/2024/feb/19/asbestos-mulch-locations-sydney-sites-near-me-nsw-map-full-list-when-where-found-schools-parks-epa-news

Heavy brow ridge, no chin, fair hair. This guy is literally a Neanderthal.

Here’s my man with the real goods. Linguistically these categories explain so many ‘weird’ spelling shifts between cognates.

That shit scarred me, and I think was a major contributor to an anxious-preoccuppied attachment style as an adult. A lifetime of being put on a pedestal from the recognition I was bright and a novel thinker, and then the judgment when I inevitably goofed something up left me with a deep -rooted belief that the true me was unworthy and an inevitable fuck up. “Taniwha is an intelligent and capable person, if only he would stop being such a fuck around.” I learned not to trust myself because inevitability I’d do something impulsive, or miss some social queue, or not stay with the program, which made me very Other-focused and wanting to do the “right thing” so I didn’t let everyone down again.

Every single report card and evaluation I’ve ever received was full of back handed compliments pointing to a moral failing. “… if only he just completed his homework on time,” “… needs to stay focused,” “… too much time socialising with/distracting his neighbour.”

“Lots of potential … If only …” Never enough.

Fuck you. That was the thing I was born to struggle with. How many stupid kids got sent home with report cards that said things like, “John’s a hard worker and attentive student. He has a lot of potential, but he needs to work on not being stupid.”

Parents: “Johnny. You NEED to stop being so stupid in class, and start being smarter or you’re going to need Canada’s most disciplined ditch digger.”

To this day, an accomplished academic, a variable professional, and kind person I still freak out inside when someone gets excited about me. I keep falling into relationships with avoidants because trying to please someone who I’ve let down is just about all I know.

A reference to Habbakuk 3:11 in the Bible, which Jesus alludes to in his triumphal entrance into Jerusalem (see Luke 19:40). Habbakuk is prophesying against the people of God and saying they’ve become such a bunch of self-serving hypocrites that even the stones and timbers of their house (figurative or literal) cry out against them.

If you want more explanation, I’m happy to unpack it more, but that’s where it comes from.

As to why someone felt it made a good message for a rock wall? I don’t know. Often Christians interpret it as the stones are crying out in joy at Jesus’ arrival, but that misses the Habakkuk allusion, the political reality of Jesus’ conflict with the Jerusalem temple authorities, and the context in which “hosanna” historically gets used.

I’ve heard this story before, but never registered the date: December 25th, 1937. Having played in Boxing Day rugby matches, and considering holiday “sport” matches in general I’m going to make a couple reasonably informed guesses. 1) The goalie was drunk. Quite drunk. Everyone was drunk. 2) Everyone was still on the field … drinking, the goalie just didn’t realise they weren’t playing any more because he couldn’t see them.

… with FAS? FAS gives people eyes like that, doesn’t it? It looks like she has a pretty flat upper lip too. That might be part of the reason she looks … off. And obviously, that haircut is doing her no favours.

I discovered one lighter that no one will steal from me. They’ll give it back to me a week later when we run into each other. It’s a Toronto Maple Leafs lighter. I buy them whenever I see them now.

Kryten is on your list. Rad.