Month: September 2023

News Roundup

Bad News

So on with the news… ugh.


...wait till they see 2023‘s numbers.


...next step?  I know: let’s press-gang some of those illegal immigrants!  What could possibly go wrong?


...I know, it’s terrible when 99% of a population gives all the rest a bad name.

In Crime News:


...”gun dealer” in Britishland being a worse sobriquet than “child molester”.


…


...given that the D.C. locals elected a bunch of “soft-on-crime” officials, one is almost tempted to cook up a bowl of popcorn.


...To Serve and Protect*
*unless we’re a bunch of fraidy-cats.  [/Uvalde cops]


...should have just offered some of the council members a kickback from the loot;  problem solved. [/South Africa]


...I dunno;  she’s kinda hot, so:  her own TV reality show, a multi-million dollar book deal, an OnlyFans account?  This is Biden’s America, after all.


...hmmm a vegan saying that narcissism is A Bad Thing?  How droll.

In Travel News:


...keywords:  Newark (NJ) en route to Dublin (IRE).  Like Manchester to Malaga, only with less class.

Time for a small helping of INSIGNIFICA:

 

 

Finally:


...my guess is that it’s not that often, but whatever.

And that’s the end of the bouncy-bouncy news.

Seriously?

Celebrities, Men & Women

Turns that occasionally-funny Brit comedian Russell Brand has been a Naughty Boy:  shagging women all over the place, molesting women on set, hosting orgies, groping strange women… all the stuff that makes Teh Wimmynz angry.

Golly, if only there had been some kind of clue,,,

I remember him being interviewed by two stern TV female journos on, I think, Faux News.  As much as they tried to shame him, or make him look like a fool, he just overpowered them with wit and savage mockery.

At the end of the interview both women gave identical statements:

Then there’s this tragic tale… try not to giggle.

Women just love a Bad Boy, and our Russ is now being pilloried for actually being one.

Out Of Left Field

Africa

Here’s a little “ethnic festival” news that should surprise absolutely nobody:

An Eritrean culture festival in Stuttgart descended into violent chaos over the weekend as opposing mobs attacked each other and police with stones, bottles, and wooden planks.

The clashes broke out between Eritrean government supporters and opponents as some 200 protesters gathered outside the festival in the southwestern German city.

Of course, nobody in Krautland could have foreseen any of this happening because it’s all part of the Great Assimilation project, as envisioned by CommiePres Angela Merkel.

Who even knew that there were that many Eritreans in Stuttgart to start off with?

Lasting Heritage

Funny Stuff, The Gun Thing

The other day I read SOTI that a poll showed that owners of Colt’s 1911 are the “most irritating of all” gun owners.

I can sympathize with this view point, even though I am a lifelong devotee of John Moses Browning’s wonderful design, and will admit to having posted haaaateful things like this before:

…and so on.  (more below the fold)

Despite this, I have gone on record, many times, in saying that my dislike of Glocks is primarily because I think they’re fugly and plastic — something, by the way, they share with all the plastic fantastics — and not because they’re crap guns.  Something else I’ve admitted is that (annoyingly) I shoot Glocks as accurately or more so than just about every other handgun I’ve ever shot.

So it’s nothing personal:  I just prefer steel and wood for my guns, and the miracle that is JMB’s design is, to my mind, the best manifestation of that combination of materials plus performance.

I can understand why 1911 owners can be a PITA to owners of lesser other guns, because at the end of the day, nobody likes to have their choice of firepower ridiculed.  But I do it in a spirit of playfulness, because of course I know that a gun that works perfectly for one shooter may not do so for another.

However, I was watching Othias talking about the introduction of Colt’s 1911 as the sidearm of the U.S. military (go on;  it’s only two hours long), and something he said struck a chord.  Paraphrased, it’s this:

Over a century later, the 1911 is still being made, purchased and used, more or less unchanged from its original design.

Which other semi-automatic handgun can say anything like the same thing?  And why do so many manufacturers of other brands (SIG, S&W, Ruger, Springfield etc.) make and sell the 1911 under their nomenclature?  Because the 1911 is overwhelmingly popular with shooters, not because of some JMB cult but because the frigging 1911 works really well, despite its many shortcomings

More to the point, here’s something to all the SIG, Glock, H&K and Beretta owners:  can you say that the gun you own right now will still be made, unchanged, in a hundred years’ time?  Although I’ll never live to see if I’ve won the bet, I would bet that the 1911 will still be being manufactured in yet another hundred years from now.  Glock?  Ruger’s P-series?  SIG’s 22x?  All of them great guns, but in longevity terms, they all have a long way to go to beat that of the 1911.

It’s not that the 1911’s design is perfect;  no gun design is.  But for what a gun owner needs from a handgun, it’s pretty damn close.

And then there’s that untouchable aura surrounding the 1911, which is durable and undeniable,  and certainly so compared to all the others, especially the plastic fantastic ones.  Holding a 1911 in your hand is touching history — also true, by the way, of Colt’s Peacemaker (the 1911 of revolvers) and the Luger P08 (although nobody makes the Luger anymore).  Here’s the same thing, expressed in automotive terms:

The most irritating thing about 1911 owners is their smugness (guilty as charged).  Because no matter how much we and our beloved 1911 are mocked, it has no effect:  we’re proud to own our 1911s, for all their admitted faults.  And while we’re on the topic:

Ring any bells?

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Noise And Sighing

Men & Women

Here’s something in the Daily Mail  that I actually agree with:

Ignore this hyped-up nonsense about women’s sex lives

Turn on the TV or flick through the pages of any glossy magazine and you’ll get the impression that women in their 50s and beyond barely have time to catch their breath between steamy sex sessions with their (more or less) significant others.

Visions of flowerbeds abandoned, knitting unattended, reading glasses discarded, Marks & Spencer shapewear scattered underfoot as the nation’s menopausal matriarchs maintain meaningful dialogue with their nether regions. The only trouble is, it’s all hyped-up nonsense. This notion that our sex lives begin at 50 is not borne out by the facts.

And while I don’t doubt that Carol Vorderman et al are having a super time boudoir-wise, for most women the reality is rather less thrilling.

A survey of 5,000 Brits has found that 47 per cent of women aged 50 to 54 had not enjoyed any intimacy in the previous three weeks, rising to 52 per cent for those in their late 50s. Among women in their early 60s, that figure rose to two-thirds.

Three weeks?  Among women of my approximate vintage, I’ll wager that the time period can be measured more accurately in months — except that most people lie like Clintons about their sex lives.  They may be too ashamed that the last time they had any nookie was New Year’s Eve, and even then it was more like a drunken fumble before both participants passed out.  So when asked the question, they’ll cross their fingers and say “Quite recently, actually.”

Considering that most of the women in Sarah Vine’s article can most charitably be described as whores (media, attention-seeking, gold-digging, power-chasing whatever), it doesn’t surprise me that their concomitant sex lives with toyboys, ageing billionaires and their male celebrity counterparts are going off like alarm clocks.

And still more to the point:  when did the details of people’s sex lives become anyone else’s business?  I know it pays to advertise, and if I know anything about men — and I do — it’s obvious that by these women blaring out the workouts that their well-trodden pudenda are willing to offer, at least some guys are going to go after the well-aged honey in those wrinkly pots.

But as Mrs. Vine points out, that’s not the way to bet when considering normal, non-celebrity women.