It’s Britishland; what did you expect? Decent weather?
And the Royals, of course:
Fraffly well done, chaps.
Month: March 2022
Back To Business
Man, that was a stinker of a head cold. New Wife got it first, no doubt from one of the little petri dishes at the school, and it took her a week to get over it. On her last day of recovery, I came down with it and it kicked my ass all over the place.
Only yesterday did I feel anything like in decent shape to go out in the car and run errands, and today I feel ready to take on the world, albeit in somewhat-enfeebled fashion.
Thanks for putting up with the reduced and, if I may say, mediocre content of the past week, and my bad / indifferent mood.
Normal programming should resume as of today. And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m heading off to the range.
News Roundup
Today’s Roundup is brought to you by the fine folks at:
Endorsed by the late Linda Lovelace, no less. Annnnnnd… on with the news, starting with the furriners…
…sell it somewhere else, Mick; we’re not gonna buy it. And still wearing of the green:
…because Greens hate all humanity, anyway.
…a Catholic cardinal, of course.
…it’s going to fail. You heard it here first.
…seeing as Syria is no longer a war zone? That’s the excuse, anyway; the Danes are just sick of all that imported Muslim crap.
Back home, the insanity continues:
…well yeah, they’ve been doing that since Woodrow Wilson’s administration.
…never was. See all entries under the Gratuitous Chick Pics.
…his defense: just doing his bit to end the homeless problem.
…racist fucker. Oh wait:
But as we all know, Blacks cannot be racists. So Jamal is just a common-or-garden street thug.
…I think Mitt’s less relevant to the GOP now than Bob Dole, and Dole’s dead.
…you mean California, New York and Illinois are getting fucked by their own anti-business policies? NO!
And now, INSIGNIFICA:
Finally, speaking of newspeople and journos: I think we are all admirers of Marina Ovsyannikova, the blonde totty who crashed a Russki TV news program with an anti-war poster:
I think she should be offered political asylum, and given a job at Fox News. She certainly has the boobs qualifications:
…and as seen here in a pic with her lawyer:
(I mean, she can barely speak English, but that never stopped Dagen McDowell.)
That, or a centerfold.
About Damn Time
I was going to sound off about this Daylight Savings idiocy for the billionth time, but I see I’ll only have to do it twice more, maybe — if the House gets off its ass:
The U.S. Senate on Tuesday passed legislation that would make daylight saving time permanent starting in 2023, ending the twice-annual changing of clocks in a move promoted by supporters advocating brighter afternoons and more economic activity.
The Senate approved the measure, called the Sunshine Protection Act, unanimously by voice vote. The House of Representatives, which has held a committee hearing on the matter, still must pass the bill before it can go to President Joe Biden to sign. The White House has not said whether Biden supports it.
Of all the stupid shit our government has ever done, the time-switching thing is unquestionably the most pointless.
What am I thinking? Biden will probably veto it, just for spite.
No Fun At All
…and by “fun”, I mean for us fans of Train Smash Women and their regrettable decisions, as we turn our gaze towards the Cheltenham Festival in Gloucestershire, Britishland:
…not to mention the ever-debonair Richard Hammond:
And the couples looked fine, too, with nary an exposed boob or garish tattoo:
All well and good, but…
Roll on Aintree, I say.