Month: July 2022

No Wonder They Lost The War(s)

Bad News, Drive Time

My plan this afternoon was to go and set up a new bank account to handle the dollars that my Kind Readers are going to support me with, and buy a few groceries from the Kroger across from there.

“Hello, Tiggy,” says I to the VW.  “Ready to go on a little trip?”
“Sorta.”  Some miles go by.  “Nope, sorry, let me show you my check engine light, and if that’s not enough, I’ll throw in a little juddering and unresponsive throttle.”

125,000 lousy miles, lovingly looked after, and it does this to me.  (see title)

I just made it to Mike The Mechanic (actually Chris, but that lacks the alliterative impact) who, when I described the symptoms, gave a merry laugh and called his wife to book that trip to the Bahamas.

Even better, I’ll only get it back next week, as they’re as busy as Hunter Biden in a whorehouse with a wallet full of taxpayer money.

Which means that for the foreseeable I get to chug around in Sputum:

Not that I mind, though, although it does mean that I will have to ferry New Wife to and from The Job.  Or just stay at home, drink gin and growl at my screen.

Wait:  what was the first option again?

News Roundup

Bad News

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And if that doesn’t just describe the denizens of this roundup’s news perfectly…

Welcome to a new department:  Royal Assholes:

 

And on with the real news:


...yeah, let us know how that works out.


…[snicker] Sarah’s being snarky, Sarah is.


…key word:  Iran.  Y’all thought it was Chicago, din’tcha?


…every person involved in this horrorshow should be subject to a daily scourging until all the jobs come back to the U.S.


…somehow, I don’t think that Guns!Guns!Guns! sells a decent pastrami sandwich, but then again I’ve never been to Uvalde.


…not that anyone watches ChickSoc anyway.


…and she should know, by golly.


…but catches herself just in time.

And in INSIGNIFICA:

   


…I report, you decide.

Finally:


…I don’t know who the alleged “TV star” is, but she must have brought quite a lot to the party, because here’s his missus:

And some solo shots:

Nobody named Hunter Biden was harmed in the compilation of this news, unfortunately.

Compare And Contrast

Fashion, Gratuitous Chick Pics

Here we see two hotties (of different vintages) wearing somewhat startling outfits to a social occasion:

Paige Spirinac (29), to some party of glitterati:

…and Catherine Zeta-Jones (52), to a wedding (!):

Now I would have no problem with this latest “see-through” fashion trend, until it spreads to women like… (no names, no outbreaks of mass vomiting).

I do care about my Readers’ tender sensibilities…

Sssshhhh Don’t Tell ‘Em

Disaster, Guy Stuff, SHTF

“When civilization falls apart, the rifle I want is an AK-47.”  We all know that famous quote, but an even better one is:  “When civilization falls, you’d better know how to survive in Nature”, as Richard Moss describes the fate of the “social elites” who don’t:

They would soon realize that their clever turns of phrase, condescending smirks, allegiance to “diversity,” abortion, and rejection of God would mean nothing before the fury of nature and nature’s God. Their fatal conceits would vanish in terrified moments as nature delivered its cruel blows. Their high-minded rhetoric, progressive orthodoxy, navel-gazing, and self-absorption would dissolve before the acid rain of Gaia’s indifferent wrath.

All good stuff.  Of course, I don’t have much of that knowledge either — or at least, it’s been largely forgotten — but I have friends who do, and I would arrive at their doorstep with tons of food, guns and ammo —  to help guard them and their loved ones against the inevitable hordes of goblins who would try to prey on them.

The East/West Coast types?  Best leave them in their ignorance.

Dept. Of Righteous Shootings

Righteous Shootings

Is there a man alive* who doesn’t get the Warm ‘N Fuzzies from reading this?

The St. Louis Post-Dispatch notes that the alleged robber entered the store and “announced a robbery.” He then allegedly put a knife to the clerk’s throat and demanded money from the cash register.

At one point during the incident a customer who had just exited the store looked through the window and saw the suspect allegedly dragging the clerk “while she was screaming.”

The customer grabbed a pistol from his vehicle, went inside, and confronted the suspect.

The suspect then allegedly walked toward the customer, holding a backpack in outstretched arms and saying, “I have something for you.”

The customer opened fire and the suspect collapsed.

The suspect was pronounced dead at the scene.

When all you can complain about is the grammar (“exited the store”?), it’s a happy day indeed.

Well, except for the “alleged” goblin, but fuck him.

*unless you’re in the Uvalde Police Department, that is.

When The Economy Falls Into The Ditch

Bad News, Economics

How Sri Lanka fell into the pit.

Executive Summary:  Debt.

An object lesson for all governments, not the least ours.  The only good thing about this debacle is that the ChiComs are going to take it between the cheeks.

Footnote:  the World Bank gave all sorts of accolades to Sri Lanka for its economic growth, even though the economy was built on foreign loans which the country had no chance of ever repaying.  So much for the banking system…

Further: