Thursday, January 10, 2013

Nig-Nog

(We'd better clear this up..)










Goodness me.  Goes from bad to worse.

Nig-Nog.

There isn't an entry for 'nig-nog' in my big three-volume Websters dictionary, which is "Composed, Printed and Bound" in the United States. (So it's American.)  If there was any racist allusion it would be in there.  But there  isn't.  And neither is the term.  So I don't know what you're on about.  And neither does this guy.

But there is a term 'nig'.  And there is a term 'nog'.  And if you put the two together you get *something* of the meaning.

To 'nig' (a verb),  means to dress stone with a sharp-pointed hammer.
And a 'nog' is a wooden block hammered into a brick wall so it will hold a nail.

So 'nig-nog' is something like hammering a block of wood into a hole in a brick wall, and by association (among tradesmen) probably something like all you're good for on a building site, where practising experts  -  even the cement mixer who knew about fifteen different varieties according to the requirements of the job -  knew what they were about.  In other words, .. not really very bright, .. a bit dim.  And which a parent might use affectionally to a child, amusing itself pointing and giggling at the wall whilst refusing to come in for tea.
("Come on you little nig-nog, .. call the dog and come in and have dinner.")

Or in Spearthrower's case, pointing and laughing to a piece of cheese in the belief that he's actually communicating. 
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See, ..  It's the human condition, to turn the knife to oneself when nothing is threatening.  Like Gingko there with his science.  There's nothing untoward about publishing for publishing's sake.  Everybody needs a job and has a family.  And neither is there anything wrong with putting it in its place in relation to going against the tide..

Nobody's calling you a nigger, or a drunkard, .. merely affectionally calling you a bit of a dill for forever trying to turn things around and build strawmen and light them up to gain attention and sympathy for your forward anti-stance, in the belief that everybody's behind you.  That's all.  Are they?  I don't know, but it looks very likely, .. the way the red and blue cards are shaping up.

Bit of a dill?   Sure.  It's how we used to use the term, playmate-to-playmate when I was a one - before there was a black face in the land (where I was at any rate.).  And even though there were plenty of advocat drinkers, you would never call any of them a nig-nog.  Maybe at your peril. 

If you wanted to toughen it up a bit then you might put it in the category of  "daft as a brush", .. or "talking to the wall". Of course like many terms, others have taken them to themselves.  (More's the pity.)  And their derivations get forgotten.

(Nice Jacket though..) (Tell Mother.)   I guess it was you did the reporting that got me the red card wasn't it?  That's what your baiting's about ... trying to manufacture responses that you can 'use'.  (Bloody dill.  World's full of people like you.  Lighting fires and making trouble where there is none.  Witch-hunting is alive and well, I'll bet, where you come from.)

[PS.  I see (his post #8327 on P.417)  now he's saying I'm calling them "scum" and "vermin" if they disagree with me.   That's because I said something like consensus having an angry face like a monkey's bum if it's contradicted, ..  But I said monkey's bums were quite respectable really, compared to the skunk's bum that  Davy Crockett wore as a fashion item.  ..   Well, .. let's see what the Kangaroos of the Court  have to say about vermin and scum, .. whether they'll take it as a comment on *their* bums and whether they've washed this morning or not, .. and which way they're going to turn their knives.  Next I'll be labelled racist, and probably misogynist as well because I said Just A Theory was like a wife to talk to.  ..  (Hmm .. funny he didn't complain about that.)   What's going on with these people?? .  This younger generation, .. they're very difficult to communicate with for some reason, .. never listen to what you say, and when they do, .. they take it the wrong way, .. All plugged into their me-phones, and getting stroppy when they get a message from the cloud.  The 'word of God' , even if it is through a friend, .. it's them in the end, .. "Loving me, ..  loving  my phone."  They've lost touch with the world.  Don't know a fashionable skunk's bum from a piece of vermin.]



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