The Ironist
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Differing Perspectives
Awe and Reverence
On First Looking into Perry’s Podcast Much have I travell’d on the internet, And many goodly vids and jpegs seen; Round many reels & tik toks have I been Which bards in fealty to Osiris hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow’d Horus ruled as...
The Sober Second Thought
Stopping the Creeping Cancer under Wokeism Henry Goulburn, PC, one of the British negotiators at the Treaty of Ghent in 1814 (which ended America’s illegal attempt to seize Canada), remarked: I had no idea of the fixed determination which there is in the heart of...
Sinister Dealings
{In keeping with our tradition of welcoming a variety of perspectives on everyday life, we at The Ironist are open to submissions of matters relating to public interest raised by aggrieved contrarians. We recently received the following from an anonymous contributor....
What is Irony?
It’s as clear as mud.” Since mud is not clear, the speaker cannot mean what he says. (Let us assume he is male). In fact, he means that what he has heard or read is unclear. Very unclear.
An Introduction
The modern world has suffered in the past century, and into the present one, from the tyranny of monomaniacs, from murdering monsters of depravity like Hitler, Stalin, and Chairman Mao, to cultural purists infected with the arrogance of privilege, like Trump and...
Happy Valley
If you haven’t seen it yet, Happy Valley is a television series you should see. The last of the series just ended so I want to promote it before it disappears under another surfeit of maudlin Disney rehashes which seem to never stop. You really do want to stay up another hour to see the next episode.
Ozymandias, Egyptian Tombs & the Song of the Harpist
Shelley’s sonnet Ozymandias uses the Greek name for Ramesses II, the most famous of Egyptian pharaohs, and was written as a great statute of him was in transit to the British Museum in a wave of awe and Orientalism sweeping Europe.
The Joy of Mud
Children like to play in mud. It is (or was, for us ‘oldies’), a relatively rare treat to be able to play in the mud. It is slippery, fun, sticky, squishable, slimy, and well, just fun to mess around with wet dirt.
For Enid Blyton
(A Children’s Story for Grown-Ups) Editor’s note: The Pendulum has already swung back to defend Enid Blyton's Noddy books from charges of racism and of excessive insensitivity to such human afflictions as having large ears. See the Independent...