From an exasperated restaurant owner, who just put a “No Kids Under 10” rule in place:
“We don’t hate your kids. We hate your parenting.”
Now go to the source (thankee, Reader Sean F.) and watch the embedded video.
Feel the rage build — yours — as events unfold. (keywords: New Jersey)
And speaking of flights of fantasy…
...the (much) greater likelihood being that they belong to the Chinese or Russians, and not Klingons. Who the fuck are you trying to kid?
...OMG criminals don’t need handguns to kill people?
...unfortunately, this statement was not preceded by the words: “Speaking from his jail cell…”, although it should have been.
...sounds appropriate.
...yeah, eight times a week.
...lemme guess: Aphrodite was actually a man in drag?
...pass.
...and when she dies as a result of this feral bureaucracy, her husband’s going to do something violent — oh wait, I forgot: Australia. Let’s leave them alone to lick their chains.
...just another idea so utterly impractical, stupid and viciously-coldblooded, it could only have come from academia.
...gee, I wonder why men are just so judgey.
...unfortunately, the position responsible was not mentioned. #ShitJournalism.
From the INSIGNIFICA files:
...giving a whole new meaning to the term “Officer Friendly”.
And on Paige Three:
...and yes, she was there. Oh, you want proof?
Speaking of a family affair, we see Paige and her mommy:
Whoa.
Apparently, the putz who shot a whole bunch of kids at Michigan State U. was cornered by cops, thereafter saving everyone a whole bunch of money and hassle by popping himself.
Turns out he wasn’t a ChristianWhiteSupremacistTrumpSupporter, but some random Black asshole, so this is likely the last you’ll read about it, because RacistMainstreamMedia.
I have to say that I’m on the side of the dad in this one:
Father, 41, ran over two 15-year-old boys who were ‘bullying his son’ before repeatedly driving over one of the boy’s legs
Here’s the thing: as a parent, you’re often helpless when your child is being bullied — the “authorities” (school admin, police, whatever) are frequently helpless or indifferent to what’s happening to your child, of course you’re not allowed to confront the evil little shits responsible, and I’m all too familiar with that feeling of impotent rage that builds and builds when you’re rendered incapable of protecting your children.
So as I said, I’m already empathetic about this dad fucking up the bullies. But what pushes me all the way over to a “Well done!” attitude is this:
The enraged father-of-three had hunted the pair down after his porch window was smashed by one of their group and they fled the scene. After the group vandalised the family home that night, Connolly’s son chased after them and Connolly got into his car to look for him.
And finally, there’s this:
One of the boys was treated for fractures to his foot with metal plates inserted and skin taken from his thigh. ‘There will be permanent scarring to the foot and the thigh as a result of the surgical procedure. He was not able to bear weight on his foot for six weeks and will have permanently reduced mobility.’
Good. The feral little fuck deserves to be reminded, daily, of why people shouldn’t be assholes — my only quibble is that every one of the group of bullies won’t suffer the same fate, because they should.
Our Hero Dad was originally charged with attempted murder (!!) but common sense prevailed and he’ll only be charged with assault etc. Still, he’s facing some serious consequences.
I’d like to say that I wouldn’t have done what he did, but I’m not so sure. Protecting your family and property is so deeply embedded in the male psyche — despite all efforts of Modern Woke Society to eradicate it — that sometimes we men have no choice in the matter. Deplore it all you want, it’s an inescapable fact.
I see that The Greatest Living Englishman will be back for a third season of Clarkson’s Farm, and I couldn’t be happier.
Having just binge-watched Season Two (on Amazon Prime), however, I must say that I now understand why Brits aren’t allowed to own AK-47s — because after watching the show-behind-the-show (Jeremy’s clashes with Parliament, the West Oxfordshire Council, and the local village council) which explains in excruciating detail how Britain’s farmers are being fucked six ways to Sunday by all the above, all I wanted to do was reach for mine and do a little hunting.
And not badgers, although they too need to be exterminated. Badgers spread bovine TB, but they’re protected ergo you can’t kill them, so if you’re a cattle farmer, you are essentially powerless and you’re going to go out of business.
Time after time, Jeremy’s attempts to make his farm at least marginally profitable are thwarted by bureaucracy — good grief, just his struggle to “register” newborn calves with their unique ID codes (quoi?) had me climbing out of my seat in frustration. But then there’s this:
Council: All the farm store’s customers’ cars are parking on the roadside verges and causing traffic problems.
Clarkson: Can I put in a gravel parking lot on my own land to accommodate them and end the problem?
Council: No.
And then:
Clarkson: Can I build a small restaurant (using an existing building) that will provide jobs for locals and help the local farmers, all of whom are going to go bankrupt because of government-created problems?
Council: No.
Clarkson: Why not?
Council: Because you don’t have a parking lot to hold the customers’ cars.
If you haven’t watched the series yet, you should — if not at home (because you don’t have Doubleplusgood-Bezos), then at a friend’s- or family member’s house. Apart from the frustrated hatred the show engenders, it’s also wonderfully funny, in a way that only Clarkson can create.
Just lock the guns away first, or a new TV might be in your future.
