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NEWS: Bette Midler just released a remake of Woody Guthrie’s classic protest song “All You Fascists Bound to Lose,” updated to fit the current moment and urge action ahead of the midterms.
You have to listen to this.
People seemed to like my X post on English idioms that came from Newgate prison like one for the road. Here are some common phrases derived from British sailors. Thank you @grok.
Three sheets to the wind — Extremely drunk or unsteady. (On sailing ships, "sheets" are ropes controlling sails; if three are loose in the wind, the boat veers uncontrollably.)
Taken aback — Surprised or shocked (often unpleasantly). (When a sudden shift in wind pushes a sail backward against the mast, stopping or reversing the ship suddenly.)
Batten down the hatches — Prepare for trouble or a difficult situation. (Securing a ship's hatches with battens before a storm to prevent water from entering.)
Loose cannon — An unpredictable or dangerous person who might cause harm. (A cannon that breaks free on a ship's deck during rough seas and rolls around uncontrollably.)
Between the devil and the deep blue sea — Facing two equally bad choices. ("The devil" was a seam between hull planks near the waterline; a sailor working there risked falling into the sea or injury.)
All at sea — Confused, disoriented, or not knowing what to do. (A ship out of sight of land with no navigation points, leaving the crew lost.)
Know the ropes (or learn/show the ropes) — Understand how something works / teach someone the basics. (Sailors had to master the complex system of ropes controlling the sails.)
Take the wind out of someone's sails — Discourage or deflate someone by undermining their confidence or plans. (A ship maneuvering to block another's wind, causing it to slow or stop.)
The cut of one's jib — A person's appearance or character (as in "I like the cut of his jib"). (The shape of a ship's forward sail, or "jib," allowed sailors to identify a vessel's origin or type from afar.)
Pipe down — Be quiet or stop talking. (The boatswain's pipe whistle signal to end the day's activities and send sailors below deck to rest.)
Down in the doldrums — Feeling depressed or low-spirited. (The Doldrums are a windless equatorial region where sailing ships could be stuck for weeks, leaving crews miserable.)
Any port in a storm — Accept any available solution in a desperate situation. (In bad weather, a ship would head for the nearest safe harbor, no matter how undesirable.)
The Royal Navy at the battle of Trafalgar.
I am increasingly disillusioned with my reach on X, so I am writing about stuff I like: English idioms. From 1188 to 1902 the Old Bailey Crown Court was attached to Newgate Prison.
The condemned men were taken by horse and cart to Tyburn, modern day Marble Arch, to be hung. They were allowed a pint of beer on the way. Stopping off in the Holborn area they had "one for the road".
The driver of the horse and cart was not allowed to drink, as he was "on the wagon".
Once hung at Tyburn to be put the person out of their misery they would yank their leg to break their neck.
I am not "pulling your leg".
Often famous or notorious people were hung and people wanted to buy the noose. After all it was "money for old rope".
At 11.40pm last night, a monster positive lightning bolt lit up the sky just East of Norman, Oklahoma.
And I was in Texas with my camera pointed above that storm, and captured the giant red sprite it produced.
@MavrocksGirl I was very young when Rockford Files was on but your dad made a big impression on me. Having watched Boreanaz over the years I think he would do the role proud. He has a great sense of humor but also a tough edge that can pay homage to your father.
@Glastomichelle I love them all but the first and second really spoke to me. I voted for the first but the second is really a soothing picture that invites the viewer to take a walk up the path.
Okay let's explain it for the men at the back of the classroom.
Consenting to transactional sex requires a) an exchange for non-essential needs and b) ability to freely refuse c) informed understanding of the act.
She's starving? Can't consent.
She's homeless? Can't consent.
She's a minor? Can't consent.
She's unconscious? Can't consent.
Not aware she's being traded? Can't consent.
She's trying to exit a war zone? Can't consent.
She'll be jailed if she doesn't? Can't consent.
She'd be fired if she doesn't? Can't consent.
If you are thinking 'hmm, is this rape?' ask yourself: would this woman have sex with me if her safety or very existence was not on the table.
Don Lemon and Georgia Fort have been released.
But the procedural history now emerging is unusual. Before the arrests, a federal magistrate judge found no probable cause to arrest them. The government appealed anyway.
Here’s why that matters—and what it signals more broadly.
The party goes on.
Crystal chandeliers throw warm light across polished marble floors. The orchestra keeps its tempo. Glasses clink, laughter rises, and the world keeps dancing without even pretending to look back. Nobody waits. Nobody turns around. The United States remains in the corner, alone, out of step, out of time, out of the room.
They have withdrawn from 64 international organisations. They are openly antagonistic toward their own allies, flirting with conflict against NATO itself. They have insulted Denmark, mocked European war veterans, and launched tariff wars against practically everyone. They shoot a mother of three and a nurse, imprison their own people, slam the door on tourists, and call it strength.
The dollar slides. Trust evaporates. Europe starts phasing out American tech companies and signs new trade deals with a market approaching three billion people. Military contracts disappear. Buyers choose Gripen and Rafale over the F-35. Alliances shift.
Official statistics get polished. Numbers are “revised.” Reality is edited. An entire government lies in unison and manufactures a world that does not exist anywhere except inside the sealed rooms where they reassure each other. A parallel universe built from fear, pride, and constant self-deception.
And still, the music plays.
Outside the ballroom, the rest of the world is not mourning. It is celebrating. Not out of kindness, not even out of revenge, but out of relief. There is a kind of delighted clarity in watching a self-appointed centre of the universe finally discover that the universe has moved on. New partners, new systems, new supply chains, new security structures. A global dance floor with fresh choreography.
Meanwhile, Americans panic.
They refresh exchange rates like a heartbeat monitor. They rage at airports when visas are denied. They watch companies relocate, contracts vanish, prices jump, and allies stop returning calls. They feel the ground shift under a story they were raised to believe: that the world needs them more than they need the world. The panic is not just economic. It is psychological. A collapse of narrative.
This is not a boycott. It is not even punishment. It is simply consequence. The United States chose to leave the table, and now it sits with a torn suit, flies buzzing, rubbish at its feet, and the cold realisation that the party did not end when it walked out.
So much loss. So little gain.
The party goes on.
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