Month: September 2023

Actually, It Is

Africa

From an irate journo, writing about this year’s Notting Hill Carnival in London:

Ummm well, maybe not “culture”.  How about “lifestyle”?  I mean, when a simple street festival features this kind of festivity:

…well, that’s not exactly a feature of (say) the Macy’s Thanksgiving Parade, is it?  (Although I may stand corrected sometime soon, in Manhattan.)  Certainly, it’s not a feature of Paris’s Bastille Day (although ditto).

But when you read every week about some cultural activity or festive occasion with a mostly-Black orientation that turns into thuggery and mayhem, perhaps you have to ask yourselves the question.

Meanwhile in the background, old Enoch Powell is laughing his ass off.

News Roundup

Bad News

And:


...of course he did.  And in other unsurprising news:


...used to be the the Soviets, now it’s some other Leftists, same ol’ same ol’.  It’s not as if Associated Press ever had any credibility, after all.


...imagine being compelled to pay money to watch this shit.


...so you’ll be okay with people refusing mandatory WuFlu vaccinations, then?


…should be in actual rather than this kind of hell, but then again at least he’s still in a U.K. jail, which is better than nothing (not to say surprising).  On a similar note:


...pah. “Grisly” would be impalement, guillotining, flaying and being boiled in oil — most of which punishments, sadly, seem to have fallen from favor recently.


...but it’s all the guns’ fault, isn’t it?


...JHC, if women need Mrs. Token-In-Chief and that whiny little Hermione for their inspiration, they shouldn’t be allowed to vote.

In Furrin News:


...although I think France is the winner in this one, Gabon being just another African shithole.


...in other news:  JapPM’s office denies that he’s growing a third ear.

From the Great Assimilation Project:


...”single male asylum seekers” being more likely to be criminals, radical assholes, etc., I just can’t see why the Belgies would do this.


...which leads us straight to:

INSIGNIFICA:

 

...which kinda says it all, really.

Finally, in ShowBiz News:


...well, seeing as she isn’t bothered by it, here we go:

I could do this all day, but I’m saving the best for a Sunday post.

Missed Opportunity

Music

Thinking back on my 1985 U.S. trip with Longtime Buddy Trevor, I remember that we arrived in Newport RI at the end of May, when New England — especially resort towns like Newport — must quite possibly be the best place in the world to be at that time of year.

Sitting on the dock at Christie’s*, drinking beer and spooning down their wonderful clam chowder…

…it just doesn’t get much better than that — until it does.

Driving around sunny Newport one day in a little Fiat 124 Sport borrowed from Maryann:

(that’s not us, just two other lucky guys)

…we were listening to our favorite radio station (WHJY-Providence), when DJ Caroline Fox said, “…and here’s one from the Beach Boys for you on this awesome summer day”, and our day went from “lovely” to “fantastic”.

I don’t know if there’s any band whose music best exemplifies “Summertime in U.S.A.” quite like that of the Beach Boys.  You all know what I mean:  Surfin’ USA, Catch A Wave, Surfin’ Safari, and especially Kokomo... everybody knows what I mean.

Had I been the Beach Boys’ manager, I would have had them write and release a new “Summer” song every year (around Memorial Day, traditionally the first day of summer).

I would have pitched it to them as follows:

“Guys, nothing says SUMMER! like a Beach Boys song, and I think that it would be a great idea to signal the end of winter for the whole damn country.  It would lift people’s spirits up, and what the hell, bring in a little annual income for you guys too.  And do it every year, for as long as you guys are still alive.
“What’s that, Brian?  ‘What if we’ve broken up?’  Doesn’t matter.  For a couple days out of the year, you can all put your differences and squabbles aside, get back together at the Capitol studio, and produce one new song.  For the American people.  How difficult could that be?”

That shoulda happened, but it didn’t.  More’s the pity.

*Some fucker bought Christie’s and despite its history and popularity, tore it down and put up a “boutique” hotel in its place. [200,000 angry words redacted]

If I didn’t know better, I’d suspect Mr. Free Market.