Month: March 2024

Time To Step Up

Muzzies, Two-Minute Hate

I hardly ever drink Coca-Cola anymore… no big reason, I just seem to have lost the taste for its battery-acid sweetness.

One of my biggest eye-openers was when I bought a Coke in the Cape Verde Islands back in 1986, and could hardly finish the can.  You see, I’d always thought that Coke was a universal flavor, no matter where you bought it.  Nu-uh.  The super-sweet formula of South African Coke was nothing like the Belgian (?) Coke sold on Ilha Do Sal (yes, the Coke was bottled in Brussels, according to the legend on the can).

Anyway, that was my first exposure to the battery-acid burn of regular Coca-Cola, and once I got used to it, I drank it as much as I had back in Seffrica… until I stopped.  Maybe it was the switch from cane sugar to corn sugar — there is a difference, and I can, or could tell it, even in blind taste tests back when I used to do such things.

Anyway, my Coke consumption is now about… I dunno, maybe a few cans a year, and usually only when I can’t think what else to drink.  We keep maybe a 6-pack in the house, mostly in case visitors might want some, and when it’s gone I don’t exactly rush to restock it in the garage fridge.

That may have to change.  You see, Coca-Cola is now apparently a Zionist drink, according to these fucking loons, who have resorted to damaging stores — even very popular ones — who sell the stuff.  All this because Coke has a distribution center on Israel’s West Bank, and the Pals think that the WB is theirs and Israel is The Great Invader / Colonizer or something, I can’t be bothered to keep up with whatever is riling them up these days.

Were I in charge of such things at Coca-Cola, I’d close the operation in the West Bank and move it to, I dunno, somewhere outside Tel Aviv — thus causing the Arab workers in the WB plant to lose their jobs along the way.  But that’s just me.

Take the time, however, to read the article linked, because unusually for the Daily Mail, it’s a sound piece of actual journalism as used to be commonplace but is no longer.

The British “Friends of al-Aqsa” organization is, like the American Council for Islamic Relations (CAIR), one of those festering pustules in Western society who, while being all about keeping relationships friendly with their host societies, are in fact nothing more than terrorsymps who, if they had their way, would impose Shari’a law in a heartbeat.

Wait a minute, Kim, I hear you say, calling them “terrorsymps” is a little harsh.

Really?  Attacking a store and its owner just for stocking Coca-Cola, and causing him to stop selling it — terrorism isn’t just blowing up buildings and flying airliners into skyscrapers, you know.  And this kind of thing happens everywhere — everywhere — when the Muslim population of country reaches even as little as 5% of the total.  (And Bradford, where the above bullshit happened, has a Muslim population which — forget that piddly 5% — is closer to 30% of the area’s total.  Small wonder that they can rampage around at will for the slightest excuse, such as a store having the temerity to sell Coca-Cola.)

Frankly, I’d have no problem at all with putting an asterisk in our own First Amendment which says in effect “except for Islam and its practitioners”.

But I can’t do that, of course, so I think I’ll just put on my yarmulka and go buy a case of Coke.  Because fuck ’em.

Can’t Go With That

Morons & Idiots

Here’s a headline that made me scratch my head:

Are Nephilim Still Ruling the World?

Wait, Nephi-what?  Oh FFS, I wish I hadn’t looked this one up:

Genesis 6:1–4 tells the readers that the Nephilim, which means “fallen ones” when translated into English, were the product of copulation between the divine beings (lit. sons of god) and human women (lit. daughters of Adam).

I know, I know… it’s in the Bible, so it must be true.

So that means that all those Greek “myths” weren’t actually mythical at all?

Zeus and the other Olympians were constantly and permanently knocking up princesses, queens, nymphs, sirens, lesser goddesses, warrior women and just plain fair maidens who bathed in the pool with their handmaidens. And the handmaidens, too, sometimes. Zeus even managed to impregnate mortal women when he was a swan or a bull.

Hercules was the illegitimate child of Zeus and a mortal woman, as were Perseus, Helen of Troy and Minos (among other very, very famous offspring of Zeus). Yep, the Greek God family tree is very, very tangled. The genealogy is near impossible to try to map.

And ancient Greeks who literally believed in their religion also believed that Zeus could produce offspring with human women in the real world; among the many people who did was Alexander the Great’s mother, who claimed that Zeus had fathered her son. Alexander the Great was alleged to have actually believed this himself.

I can see why Alexander might have believed it of himself, but I cannot believe that anyone in this day and age would even be discussing this bullshit.  And yet they are, and I perforce must pass comment on their drooling fantasies.

Talk about yer animal husbandry…

Random Totty

Gratuitous Chick Pics

Okay, Fiona Vroom is one of them Canucki chicks, so you’d think she looks like this:

…or even like this:

But not really.  In fact:

And as the above pics show, that face is exquisite:

And the rest isn’t bad, either:

But that face…

Gratuitous Gun Pic: Farquharson (.577 Nitro Express)

Gratuitous Gun Pics

Once more, that Evil Purveyor Of Death Steve Barnett shows us this (albeit misspelled) offering:

I talked a little but about the joys of single-shot hunting back here, and honestly, the rifle above touches all my buttons:  history, heritage, challenge, and peerless reliability.  Also, it looks wonderful.  (Here’s the whole story on this rifle and action type, and looking at this particular one, the “NP” — No Patent — stamp means it’s most likely a Gibbs-made rifle rather than an original Farquharson.)

The Farquharson action has been much copied, most recently by Ruger for its No. 1:


…and subsequent models of the same ilk.  But if you do a side-by-side comparison, the older rifle has it over the Ruger by a country mile.  Is that difference worth about $12,000?  Maybe not, but then someone who wants to buy a different rifle (that “history, heritage, challenge, and peerless reliability” thing) isn’t going to worry about such trifles.

Me, I’ll stick to my Browning High Wall — Chuck Hawks compares the Ruger and Browning here — but were I to venture into single-shot-dangerous-game hunting, I’d have to get something else, because the High Wall was never issued in anything larger than .45-70 Govt, and certainly not in the monster .577 NE.  (I suspect that the High Wall could handle the larger cartridge, but I’d only test it on someone else’s gun.)

Not that I’m ever likely to want to shoot the .577 NE, of course.  The Winchester .458 Magnum is about as high as (and maybe even a bit higher than) I would care to handle, according to my shoulder.

But for the collector, this Farq is lovely and in my opinion, worth every penny.