For this story, Breitbart used this headline:
Well now, but that doesn’t really tell the story, does it? Here’s what the headline should have looked like:
…because if you’re going to publish the race of the victim, you should also publish the race of the bad guys, right?
That’s just me; always willing to lend a hand.
And this LeBron guy is a total asshole. A Black billionaire who howls about racism at every turn — but when actual racism happens right in his backyard, he says nada.
When I see headlines like this:
…I am forced by my limited range of invective to plagiarize borrow from Mr. Ishmael Of Shetland:
Is there anything in eternity, in the infinity of space and time which you feel would not be illuminated, amplified, clarified, altogether improved, embellished, glorified by you commenting upon it, from out of your arsehole?
Is there no occasion or event or circumstance about which you are not compelled to comment at insufferable length? Might there ever be something happen in this world without it attracting your observations?
If someone was to write OH NO, NOT THAT CUNT AGAIN in letters as big as the Milky Way it would be a poor illustration of the effect you have on sensible people. You are as funny as rectal cancer. You have the insight of a cement mixer, although entirely lacking its utility. You know nothing of any value. You and elegance are estranged. There is better reading on a bus ticket. Nothing you say is witty, informative, provocative, original or scurrilous; nothing you write is worth reading. You are clumsy, cackhanded, plagiaristic, trivial, meaningless, insincere; unredeemed garbage. Even pored-over, analysed, the odd nugget is seen to be stolen from other people, shabby, second-hand, grubby; you cannot even recycle with any distinction.
You are the dullest, most boring, predictable, tedious, mind-numbing gabshite on the planet. Contrasted with reading your musings, watching the grass grow is scintillating, dazzling and provocative. You are as stupid as it is possible to be and still be sentient; nay, that is a misjudgment, lumps of rock are smarter than you, a bag of sand has a better sense of humour. Living with you, even a garden gnome would hurl himself in front of a train, rather than endure one more moment of your endless, infantile commentary. You are an unspeakable cunt. Why don’t you just either shut the fuck up or seek psychiatric assistance for your delusion, the one that makes you think the world cannot survive without you being its continuity announcer. Nobody on earth, not even your mother, if you have one, gives a fuck about what you think about anything. Most people would rather gouge their eyes out than read your drivel. You are an almost unassailable argument for shutting down the Internet; single-handedly you undermine the case for freedom of speech.
The Saviour himself, encountering you on the mountain, would say Fuck me, not this cunt again, does he ever, ever, ever even for a fucking second, shut the fuck up and just be? Or does he think that he spellbinds his betters, enchants his peers and renders reality herself incomplete without his penny’s worth? This is one cunt and a half, lads.
Do you really imagine that you are so perspicacious, so wise, so seasoned that your turds of wisdom, your worthless sweepings-up are indispensable to the world? Do you think people tune in to CSNBC and exclaim: I can’t wait to hear what the ex-POTUS thinks about copper smelting in Zambia; gosh I hope he speaks quickly?
It may be argued in your favour, although I wouldn’t, that crass as you are, your heart is in roughly the right place; your head, however, remains, inextricably, cemented up your arse.
You are unpardonably stupid so, hereby your very own, easy to understand parable:
“Omar went to the Master. He said, Master, I have been painting for years and remain unhappy with my work, can you help? Go, said the Master, and do your finest work and bring it to me. Five years later Omar returned with a painting he had slaved over and handed it to the Master, who threw it straight on the fire.”
Look at your speeches for something not already better said; it’s not there. Is this the point of you? Cover versions?
If you would speak, first learn silence. Learn some Zen, Shithead. Learn some plumbing.
Etc.
The latest news is that property prices are falling… well, in these ten cities anyway.
Toledo, Ohio: $115,000 (-18.7%)
Rochester, N.Y.: $149,000 (-17%)
Detroit: $75,000 (-15.4%)
Pittsburgh: $230,000 (-13.7%)
Springfield, Mass: $239,900 (-5.8%)
Tulsa, Okla.: $220,000 (-5%)
Los Angeles: $985,000 (-5%)
Memphis, Tenn.: $173,500 (-4.6%)
Chicago: $399,000 (-3.7%)
Richmond, Va.: $310,000 (-3.4%)
Running a skeptical eye down the list, it surprises me that any properties in these shit-hole cities ever experienced a housing price increase in the first place. I wouldn’t live in any of them for free.
…shown by a Brit, of all people:
Lady Victoria Hervey has insisted she feels ‘safer’ when carrying a gun in ‘dangerous LA’ – and has suggested a ban on firearms would lead to a ‘genocide’ in the US.
The 45-year-old socialite and former ‘It Girl’, who is the daughter of the 6th Marquess of Bristol, and has in the past shared controversial opinions, told The Mirror that while she supports stricter regulations, she doesn’t agree with at total ban.
Now the reason this titled British tart has these oh-so-horrid beliefs is that she doesn’t live in Britishland, but in Los Angeles — hence her refreshing (and no doubt well-founded) opinion. And she’s right, of course, especially in Los Angeles, which in no way resembles even London or Manchester when it comes to serious violent crime. But when it comes to “stricter gun regulations”, it’s hard to see how anywhere could be stricter than L.A. in that regard, so she’s of course wrong about that.
Frankly though, I’m amazed that Our Vicky can even pick up a gun, given that she’s long been the World’s Skinniest Non-Anorexic Woman Not Living In The Third World:
Whenever I see a headline like this:
Thousands of gun control advocates are expected to rally Saturday in Washington, DC, and across the country in a nationwide “March for Our Lives” protest following the deadly mass shooting in Uvalde, Texas.
…what I would really like to see is a counter-protest of, say, ten million gun owners descending on Washington D.C. — no funny stuff, just an immense crowd of people holding hand-painted signs saying non-contentious things like “We Love Our Second Amendment”, “First And Second Amendments — Our Two Pillars of Freedom” and “Over 1 Million Violent Crimes Prevented Each Year By Law-Abiding Gun Owners”, etc., so that for once, the world can see the depth of our support for the Second Amendment.
But we don’t do that, do we? And by our silence, we give the stage to the gun-confiscators and -controllers, and the world says, “See? See? Even Americans want gun control!” when in fact we don’t.
And when some crackpot like Michael Moore thunders:
“Repeal the Second Amendment. Repeal the Second Amendment.”
…we just chuckle, because we know that such a thing would require a two thirds majority in both House and Senate, and a three-quarter majority of all the states — ergo, it ain’t gonna happen.
In the near future. But further down the road? You sure about that?
…and in a damn Brit newspaper, of all places.
I knew her story, of course — most Texans of my age do — but I read the whole thing, all the same. And you should, too. We need more like her and fewer of that little Hogg boy from Florida.
And proper reporting… from The Sun ?