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And speaking of assholes:


...give it to ’em good and hard, in perpetua.  Not that I care:  I’m long gone.


...probably should have stuck to her backyard, and not taken it to the streets.


...when telling the truth is dangerous, is it time to start the hangings?  Asking for a friend.


...key phrase:  “active volcano”.


...given the generation and nationality, I’m amazed that it’s as high as 53%.


...what was the middle bit, again?


...key word:  India.


...thus devaluing their “brand”, but if they don’t care, why should I?


...but only partially so:  it’s going to be a long hard slog.


...amazingly, not in Australia.


...I think that any complaints of this nature from prisoners should be ignored, just on principle.


...which means that I’ve had long Covid for over 30 years.


...I can think of a dozen, without even trying.


...off to the 7pm shift at the docks, would be my guess.

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...considering that it’s quite possibly the best TV show ever made (never mind just comedy), that’s not surprising.


...not that we need much excuse to look at the delectable Mariska:

And that’s it for the news;  now get on with your lives.

Not So Sure

Then there’s this little development:

Former U.S. Rep. Tulsi Gabbard ripped into national Democratic Party leaders, calling them “elitists” who no longer care about individual freedom.

Gabbard, a former Democratic candidate for president, later added that her former party bares no resemblance to the party as it was when John F. Kennedy was president.

I know she quit the Socialist Party and all that, and she’s rather cute-looking:

… but I still don’t trust her, because guns.


And by the way, it’s “BEARS no resemblance” — holds, not strips off

Both Desirable

I see that Queen’s Gambit  hottie Anya Taylor-Joy is modeling Jaeger-LeCoultre watches now:

…but I have to say, her beauty is a strange one, because:

Anyway, here are a few more reference pics so you can make up your own mind:

And the more errr descriptive ones:

But that’s not really what I want to talk about here today.  Rather, I want to talk about Jaeger-LeCoultre watches, of which I’ve never owned a single one but I’d love to because they are just flat-out classy:

Of course, they do produce watches for more errr  modern tastes:

…and frankly, I think they’re both pig-ugly — aimed no doubt at the Russian Billionaire’s Son Set or else Arab sheiks, neither of which are known for their refined taste.

Hell, I’d take one of Jaeger’s second-hand and (very much-) older watches over either of those “modern” ones:

…just as I’d take Gina over Anya:

But you all knew that.

NIMBY, But With Reason

Here’s something I agree with, but not for the reasons you might think.

We’re furious as monstrous new super prison is being built behind our home – it will put our lives in danger

But quite apart from the NIMBY (Not In My Back Yard) sentiment, my argument against the “But we have to put the prisons somewhere!” statement is simple:

There are literally dozens of uninhabited islands scattered around the shores of Britishland (e.g. in the Outer Hebrides or even the Shetlands) which could easily support a supermax prison.  Why, I ask, should a prison be built in a quiet country locale when it would be easier — not to say more secure — to dump the nation’s most reprehensible criminals in a place which has shitty, cold weather, as opposed to in the relatively-mild climate of Leicestershire?

Yeah, the construction costs may be higher in the middle of the ocean — but offset those against the long delays and added costs involved with overcoming local opposition on the mainland?  Not so bad.

“What about power and water?”  How about a couple of windmills and a few solar panels (for those few hours a year when the sun actually shines) to provide electricity, and a small desalination plant if necessary?

It’s not like these animals deserve coddling, after all.

Living by Their Own Rules

I see that the German Watermelon Party is doing their usual outrage thing:

Members of Germany’s Green party are furious after the country’s ruling Chancellor, Olaf Scholz, ordered that the country’s remaining nuclear power plants be kept in operation beyond 2022, reversing an earlier plan to have the facilities decommissioned by January 1st 2023.

…this despite the fact that Germany is facing catastrophe without their beloved Russian natgas supply over the winter.

Here’s my thought:  the Germans are famous for their ability to interfere with the lives of its individual citizens — their “rain tax” alone is evidence thereof — so why doesn’t the KrautGov simply turn off all Green politicians’ household electricity from, say, November to April, and give these fuckwits a taste of what their outrage would mean to ordinary citizens, if allowed to direct national power policy?

I know, that’s way too simple a thing to ask, and no doubt the Kraut media storm would be deafening as older Greens start to die of cold (a feature not a bug, but you know what I mean).

I’d suggest mass executions (to save electricity, of course), but the Germans do that kind of thing a little too well, as we all know.

Signs Of The Coming Eucalyptus

Ah, FFS.  First the Jag F-type, now this:

Rolls-Royce has finally taken the wraps off its first fully electric car as the sleek and silent Spectre goes on sale from today to super-rich customers who want to be greener.

The new Spectre – which has undergone thousands of miles of testing under a camouflage skin disguise – has a mighty 577 horsepower (430kW) with two electric motors – one driving each axle – propelling the near 3 tonne vehicle from 0 to 60mph in just 4.4 seconds and up to a top speed expected to be limited to 155mph.

But it also has a significant full-charge range of up to 320 miles – enough to drive from London to just north of Newcastle, with zero-emissions from the tailpipe…

Wait for it…

…although it will use plenty of energy potentially created with fossil fuels elsewhere to do that journey.

Okay, so let the Ultra-Rich Wokistas (e.g. David Fucking Beckham) and Watermelon politicos (like Nancy Bitch Pelosi) drive these stupid things, while the rest of us can be left alone to drive cars and trucks powered by internal combustion engines.

Although if there’s anything of which we can be absolutely certain, it’s that they won’t be satisfied until we’re all lumbered with fucking Duracell cars.