I love reading Davis Thompson’s blog because he is an expert in les affaires de la Fisque, such as in this priceless piece:
After reading the news, it is time to attend to my indoor garden, to do the work of keeping my plants alive: the trimming and the watering and the fertilising. This work is meditation, a way of going on.
Yes, going on. Bravely, heroically, and despite the realisation that your preferred candidate lost an election, four years ago.
And then the defiant phrase,
My houseplant garden is a tiny national park that Donald Trump can never destroy.
By the way, today’s word is fixation.
Read the entire thing to get the full, intensive effect.
There is one small problem, though, with reading Thompson’s stuff, and that is that it exposes one to lunacy of all sorts: Left-wing, feministical, academic and eco-freak, to name but some, and all with massive overlap between them.
Because I don’t read Slate or New Yorker, for example, I’m never exposed to such nonsense — but reading Thompson does do that, in the same way that playing with dogs, while wonderfully pleasurable, does expose one to their bad breath and fleas.
Nevertheless, go on and read such splendid pieces as the above, as well as Please Update Your Files And Lifestyles Accordingly (for extreme wokedom and snowflakery) and Land Of The Before Times (for extreme eco-hypocrisy).
Why should I be the only one exposed?
One thing I hate about Thompson’s blog is the extra-tiny font and gray frigging text.
One thing I like about modern browsers is there are extensions that let me override such stupidity.
Oh great and wonderful Kim,
les affaires de la Fisque?
You often use phrases that I instinctively get the meaning of even if I do not understand the exact meaning of. This is one such case. But what it be meaning?
He’s talking about fisking articles, named after the notorious Robert Fisk.
I’ll skip it, thankee. My BP is already elevated from recent samples of Twitter idiocy. I don’t need more.