Wednesday, May 18, 2016

semiotically interesting

D-Leftist-Socialist-Communist

Dictatorial, 1-sided "tolerance" assertions

The conjunction is addressed by Chet Redweld

Mr Redweld confronts the conjunction rhetorically

Which path was Mr Redweld using here?

Here's the target, R side uphill from L side

Huh.  Who'd have expected this?

If Mr Redweld's shot considered the right side's uphill nature, he would not want the ball to strike the green with a right-to-left curve in trajectory, or a leftward spin of the ball.  It would be inclined to roll off the green, or bounce off the green, toward the left.

Mr Redweld chose a left-to-right curve in trajectory, a "fade" as it's described in panel 5.

A leftward flight or spin would likely have resulted in a 4 or higher on this Par 3.  Even Lee Trevino, who was a master of leftward spins and flights, would have struggled to stay on-target here.

How in Hades did Mr Redweld manage to control things so finely?

He spent a lot of time at the driving range, perfecting his golf swing so that he could control the ball's spin and flight, directing it with curves in either handedness.


--Charles F. Oxtrot, unofficial sort-of biographer of this blog's counsel, who would remind you that refinement of the golf swing is one of the most painstaking athletic pursuits one can undertake.

9 comments:

Jacques Krogh-Barr, III said...

You're saying Redweld could use a driver on a big Par 3 and make it stick upon landing? You're full of shit. When I was at Choate, I spent a whole afternoon trying to get good at hitting a driver. I couldn't make it do anything but low-trajectory shots that scared the chipmunks and squirrels. No way "Redweld," or whatever he's calling himself this week, could do better than I have in my attempts. I've been the leader of my field in 24 different fields since I left my collegiate studies. I memorized every leading treatise on golf, too. You're saying Redweld can do what you just described, Oxtrot? Bullshit. I call bullshit. You are a sick redneck Repthuglican cracker reactionary who is Corporate. You lack the refinement that I embody, you didn't go to Choate, you're not a real prep even though you like to think you are. And quit pretending that Oxtrot and "Redweld" are two different people. Next thing we know, you'll be arguing that Noam Chomsky is a fraud.

Karl Franz Ochstradt said...

The corvid's most athletic moments are on the tiddly-winks "pitch."

Hitch up those mom jeans and click that plastic disc home for the "win," Jackie.

Paul Behrer said...

"...but I read the book!"

That's nice. Now tell us what it said, in your own words; after that, tell us whether you are able to do anything but robotically repeat what you read. Tell us how you've learned to implement the images you photographed when looking at a book.

Oh. You can't do that?

No wonder you just cut and paste, regurgitate and demand adherence, issue proclamations and insist on obedience.

This Crowbar character is pathetic. He's worse than Corey Robin, even.

Karl Franz Ochstradt said...

Corey Robin: making eedjit undergrads uncritical of the Davidian agenda since 1999.

He's as bad as Richard Perle, Paul Wolfowitz, Midge Decter, William Kristol, Robert Kagan or any of the neocons who, like Corey, distort conservative values/outlooks/rhetoric for the purpose of making every eager listener/reader feel kinship with socialism-communism-leftism-Democrats-Progressives-Greens.

Neocon = leftist who uses the GOP like cattle.

Harold Caidagh said...

What's more ridiculous?

Corey Robin pretending to "understand and explain the conservative mind"?

Tarzie Popovich Simbeaver pretending to have "original" infosec insights, which are shared solely for the purpose of "trolled you hard, BRO!"

Chalupa hides behind a bookstack and says "stop punching down! Corey's got a faculty position and a published book, I'm just a librarian who can't write worth a HOLYFUCK!"

SCHWING! says TPS Chalupa, as he flicks his feather boa from mid-body to sinister side, back-and-forth, careful never to let the boa beyond the median.

THIS IS MY REVENGE FOR NOT BEING A KOOL KID K-12!

THIS IS MY REVENGE FOR NOT GROWING UP UPPER-MIDDLE-CLASS!

THIS IS MY REVENGE FOR NOBODY THINKING I'M A GENIUS POET!

THIS IS MY REVENGE FOR MY OWN INEPTITUDE AT ALMOST EVERYTHING!

THIS.

IS.

MY.

REEEEEEVEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGE!

Chalupa, Lord Garth of the internet's Elba II said...

HEH!

Paul Behrer said...

It's not Chalupa's fault. Blame his parents. They were reactionary rednecks.

Chalupa's constant spews of absurdly prejudicial and narrow/small-minded outlook are proof positive that every child should grow up in a comfortable Upper Middle Class household with parents who watch PBS and listen to NPR and worship Noam Chomsky and praise Michael Lerner/Forward magazine and believe that the sole purpose of the federal government is to get fatter, fatter, fatter evermore, crowding out the nefarious private industry and replacing it with bureaucratic "businesses" whose only agenda is mediocre goods/services provided at min2.5x the rate of what private businesses in the same arena would have charged pre-takeover.

That's progress. When everyone grows up like that, we've progressed. That's the TRUE American Dream.

Nobody has to try for excellence any longer, thanks to the gigantic maternal Big Central Government coddling everyone. Being bowling-pin-shaped in midlife is just what people do when their society is progressing. CIVILIZATION means we can relax, bro. Physical fitness is for cave-people from the ancient days when people died at 35 tops, and usually at 17 or 18. If you try out for your HS soccer team and get cut, that's a sign you should go all pear-shaped and be bitter about it.

Chalupa, Lord Garth of the internet's Elba II said...

I totally owned you with my BDR post and my Tarzie post earlier today. TOTALLY OWNED YOU!

Rick-Rolled FOREVER!

WHO'S YER DADDY?!!!!!

Karl Franz Ochstradt said...

I feel sorry for Planet. Can you imagine having to cope with people seeing your dad's 1,368 blogs and trying to explain that he's "doing comedy" when it's never funny, and then trying to suggest "well it's satire, sometimes satire isn't loud-laugh funny," but it's never been satire and never will be satire, so then you have to say "well actually he's trying to be a poet and this is all sub- or infra-structure in the meta-narrative, or something like that, you'd have to ask him actually."

Put on the spot and required to dance around with perspective-manipulating lies about her dad's blogs and tweets, Planet begins to wonder why her father seems forever stuck at age 15. She asks him, "Dad, why is your poetry and blogging and cheap amateur photography always more immature than what I was doing in 7th grade?"

"Planet, sweetie -- this is all very elaborate, meta- stuff. When you've been an artist for 20+ years, you might begin to undertand. Meanwhile trust me when I say this is how Warhol, Basquiat, Rothko, Pollock all rose to fame: meta-genius, demonstrated by sub-cretinous art."

Jesus, my dad's a fuckin' con artist, thinks Planet.

"I know what you're thinking, sweetie. 'Dad's a fraud.' I understand, I was the same when I was 21. As you get older you will realize your parents weren't stupid or wrong, and you will stop seeing them as frauds, idiots, or people stuck in a dead past."

"So, have you reached that point yet regarding Grandma and Grandpa?"

"I TOLD YOU NEVER TO MENTION THEIR NAMES IN THIS HOUSE EVER AGAIN!"

"Dad? Are you okay?"

"GOD DAMNED CRACKER CHRISTER REACTIONARY ASSHOLES OMIGOD THEY THOUGHT HOMOSEXUALITY WAS A SIN AGAINST GOD, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOD EXCEPT FOR ME, I'M GOD! MY OWN GOD, AT LEAST!"

"Dad? Do you want to sit down? Let me get you a glass of water."

"FUCKING REACTIONARIES WON'T LET A BOY KISS ANOTHER BOY WITH TONGUE. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM? SEX IS THE MOST IMPORTANT FEATURE OF HUMANITY AND WE NEED TO PROGRESS ON SEXUAL MORES BY ELIMINATING THEM ALTOGETHER AND ENCOURAGING BONOBO CULTURE."

"Dad? Hang on a minute. MOM? CAN YOU COME HERE A MINUTE?"

"GODDAMN RURAL CRACKERS HUNTING POOR DEFENSELESS ANIMALS! FUCKING SICK BASTARDS SHOT BAMBI! THEY TRIED TO GET ME TO EAT BAMBI, THE PSYCHOTIC SOCIOPATHS!"

"Jeff. Jeff, honey. JEFF! CALM DOWN!"