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29yo Jewish autistic British “person” into books, movies and music. Libertarian socialist. He/him.

Recently had to delete my old account on here so looking to reconnect with mutuals 🙂
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What movie villain is a horrible "person", but an absolute joy to watch on screen?
Orson Welles as Harry Lime in The Third Man (Reed 1949). He is wearing a black coat and fedora and pointing a handgun with a shocked expression
November 11, 2025 at 10:49 PM
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Calvin from Calvin and Hobbes talks to his father, who is seated Calvin: HEY DAD, KNOW WHAT I FIGURED OUT? THE MEANING OF WORDS ISN'T A FIXED THING! ANY WORD CAN MEAN ANYTHING! BY GIVING WORDS NEW MEANINGS, ORDINARY ENGLISH CAN BECOME AN EXCLUSIONARY CODE! TWO GENERATIONS CAN BE DIVIDED BY THE SAME LANGUAGE! TO THAT END, I'LL BE INVENTING NEW DEFINITIONS FOR COMMON WORDS, SO WELL BE UNABLE TO COMMUNICATE DONT YOU THINK THATS TOTALLY SPAM? IT'S LUBRICATED. WELL, I'M PHASING. Dad, clearly unimpressed by this diatribe, makes the peace sign: FAB. MARVY. FAR OUT.
October 3, 2025 at 7:44 PM
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I can’t speak for any other Jewish person, but the reason I haven’t been able fully to process these deaths yet is because I’ve had to weigh my grief against the knowledge that Mahmood and co. will use the still warm bodies of the dead to demonise protest against a horrific ongoing genocide
"The issues that are driving those protests have been going on for some time. They don't look like they are going to come to an end any time soon. They could have given a community that has suffered just a day or two to process what has happened," added Mahmood, who said that authorities "will make sure" that other protests in the future could go ahead. "To anybody who is thinking about going on a protest what I would say is imagine that is you who has had a family member murdered on the holiest day of your faith," she added. "We can get back to your protest later. Just because you have the freedom to protest doesn't mean you have to use it," said Mahmood, who also used an interview on GB News to reiterate the same call. "I would still call on people to show some love and some solidarity to the families of those who have been murdered and to our Jewish community."
October 3, 2025 at 10:02 AM
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Trevor Moore in a white turtleneck against a background of stars
October 2, 2025 at 7:30 PM
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Trevor Moore in a white turtleneck against a background of stars
October 2, 2025 at 7:30 PM
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STATEMENT FROM THE NEW YORK YANKEES RE: PASSING OF FORMER UNITED STATES SECRETARY OF STATE HENRY KISSINGER The Yankees are profoundly saddened by the passing of former United States secretary of state Henry Kissinger, who performed varied and vital diplomatic and advisory roles throughout his distinguished career. A lifelong friend of the Yankees organization, he was a frequent welcome guest of the Steinbrenner family at Yankee Stadium. We offer our heartfelt condolences to his family, friends and all who had the privilege of knowing him. He will be deeply missed.
October 2, 2025 at 7:24 PM
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Close enough, welcome back Christopher Hitchens
Sometime in the late autumn of 1977, I went to a book party that was held in the Rosebery Room of the House of Lords. Why I went I can't think - the volume was some piece of unreadable bufferdom extruded by Lord Butler, who as 'Rab' had never in his life done anything to live down the Greek Street sobriquet 'flabby-faced old coward'. He himself was vaguely present, moving about the carpet like a terrible tortoise. A sprinkling of hacks and politicos completed the scene, which was identical to a score of similar gatherings except in point of its grand setting. And then there was a sort of sensation at the door and in came Margaret Thatcher. Rab's shell crackled and contracted a little, as he tried to look flattered by the attention of his new leader: she whose whole purpose it was to cram Butskellism as harshly as possible into the WPB of history. And I? Reader, I was bewitched. A dull pre-dinner drink-stop had been entirely transformed. You may have forgotten, but the regnant left-liberal idiocy of the period had it that Thatcher was a shrill, suburban and narrow housewife, the outcome of a spasm of folly among the Tory back-benchers. Unsound, unelectable, extreme ... shouldn't be long now before the voters remind us that politics, as Rab had once so originally said, is the art of the possible. Having observed her arresting qualities of domination at the previous Conservative Party Conference, I had been ridiculed for writing, in the New Statesman, that she was a great fanged and clawed feline, replete with sex and spite, her tawny whiskers flecked with cream past, cream present and cream to come (I exaggerate only slightly). And I wondered to myself. Had she read my paragraph? Surely, if you're leader of the Tory Party and the (then) leading journal of socialist opinion says that you're a bit of a bombshell, you get to hear about it? Would she recall the byline? Peregrine Worsthorne sportingly offered to introduce us. I eased my way over to her side. Worsthorne did his stuff, saying that he and I had just returned from a most interesting trip to Rhodesia. And here also was a good test, because Thatcher had attacked the two-party consensus on the Smith-Muzorewa deal, suggesting that if elected she would lift sanctions on Salisbury. At once we were in an argument. Of Joshua Nkomo I remember her saying: 'I think Joshua is absolutely sweet.' That was the least of our disagreements. On one point of fact, too abstruse to detail here, I was right (as it happens) and she was wrong. But she would not concede this and so, rather than be a bore, I gave her the point and made a slight bow of acknowledsment. She pierced me with a glance. 'Bow lower,' she commanded. With what I thought was an insouciant look, I bowed a little lower. 'No, no - much lower!' A silence had fallen over our group. I stooped lower, with an odd sense of having lost all independent volition. Having arranged matters to her entire satisfaction, she produced from behind her back a rolled-up Parliamentary order-paper and struck - no, she thwacked - me on the behind. I reattained the perpendicular with some difficulty. 'Naughty boy,' she sang out over her shoulder as she flounced away. Nothing that happened to the country in the next dozen years surprised me in the least.
October 2, 2025 at 3:48 PM
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Post a fictional comedian who definitely would accept an invitation to the Riyadh Comedy Festival
Krusty the Clown holding an axe
September 30, 2025 at 6:41 PM