Of all the headlines you’d like to read in whatever media tomorrow, what would you most like to see? (No, not “AIDS Cure Found In Dolphin Livers” — go bigger.)
Mine?
I’ll leave the sub-head / followup article to you, in Comments.
And by the way, I have a sneaking suspicion that more than a few Democrats wouldn’t mind seeing it either. But think of all the wasted paper involved in their pre-printed fake ballots…
The ascension of the Commies to the BritGov in Britishland caused people to start looking for places to get away from Commissar Starmer’s policies (as reported here). especially after when literally only a few hours into power, he unveiled all sorts of wickedness.
Over the Channel, then, there came this:
France’s leftwing parties have begun jockeying to lead the country’s next government after their unexpected parliamentary election victory thwarted Marine Le Pen’s efforts to bring the far right to power. Amid warnings from a former European Central Bank chief that their spending plans risked catastrophe, members of the hastily cobbled-together leftist Nouveau Front Populaire (NFP) jousted with each other over who to back for prime minister. The NFP won the most seats in the National Assembly after the second-round vote on Sunday, but is far short of a majority, although it ended ahead of both President Emmanuel Macron’s centrist Ensemble alliance and Le Pen’s Rassemblement National (NR).
The results marked a success for centrist and leftist parties’ bid to form a common “front républicain” by pulling out of races to avoid splitting the anti-RN vote. It was also a stinging setback for Le Pen. But the leftist bloc — which ranges from the centre-left Socialists to Greens, communists and the far-left La France Insoumise, its biggest constituent party — will struggle to form a government.
“Within the week, we need to be in a position to present a candidate for prime minister and force the president to take this situation into account,” said Olivier Faure, leader of the Socialists, who made gains on Sunday. He also hit out at Jean-Luc Mélenchon, the LFI’s firebrand leftist leader, as “certainly the most divisive” figure within the NFP bloc and as lacking the consensus profile needed for the post of prime minister.
And to the surprise of absolutely nobody:
Prominent French Jews Urge Fellow Jews To Leave Following Left Dominating Elections
…because the Left in Europe (and especially in France) are virulently pro-Muslim and ant-Semitic (as are all French Muslims, almost by definition).
But even more telling is this:
Wealthy and Productive French Citizens Are Eyeing Escapes to Switzerland, Italy
…not all of whom are Jews, of course, but a good number must be.
Popcorn anyone?
Might as well sit and watch the bonfires Over There until the Socialists steal our own next election (again).
Okay, there’s stupid (voting for a Democrat Socialist), very stupid (waterbombing Danny Trejo)… and then there’s ultra-stupid:
A Spanish tourist reportedly has been “trampled to death” by elephants in South Africa after he tried to get close to them to take pictures.
If you look up the word “pendejo” in the dictionary, that’ll be his pic you see, right above that of the Trejo Waterbomber.
I remember one time I was driving friends around the Kruger Park when we suddenly came upon a solitary elephant. I stopped, of course, at a distance of about thirty yards.
“Get a little closer!” urged one friend (American, first time in Africa, in fact I think it was the first time she’d ever left New England).
Of course, I refused.
“He’s just standing there,” she said.
“See how his ears are flapping?”
“I know, it’s so cute!”
“He’s warning us off,” I said, and put the minibus into reverse.
Then the elephant took three giant steps towards us, whereupon I tried my very best to break the world speed record for reversing a VW minibus down a dirt road. Even so, he got to within about ten yards of the bus before our acceleration took us clear. Fortunately, the road was straight and after a minute or so the elephant stopped, flapped his ears at us one more time, and exited stage right.
I took the opportunity to turn the bus around, and got the hell out of the area.
One of the others managed to get a single pic of Dumbo, right before he got on the road and decided to shoo us off.
(in the very left-hand bottom of the pic you can see the car windowsill, to give an idea of how close he was, no zoom lens)
Get out of the car? Close to a herd with calves?
I guess the Spanish guy felt that he knew all about elephants, having done the African River ride at DisneyWorld where the elephants frolic charmingly along the river banks, rather than trampling people to death.
Afterthought: phew, if the whole herd got in on the act as the report says, all that remained must have been some bloody mud with bone splinters, with pieces of El Stupido’s iPhone mixed in.
…but Beege at Hot Air beat me to it.
The elections in England and France over the past week have been stellar examples of that, with surging populist parties echoing the concerns and voices of a good portion of the citizenry prior to the ballot box. But when vote push came to election shove, and parliamentary election rules being what they are in foreign countries, the feared and despised “right-wing” did make serious gains. But their hopes of election day triumphs were vanquished in both countries by simple math in one – England – and completely legal electioneering machinations by the Left in another – France.
Alas. The right has more seats at the table in both countries, but they do not control the head chair, and this leaves both countries under the sway of pretty liberal Leftist governments, with France being the vastly more radical of the two.
Read the rest for the gory — and I mean gory — details.
By the way: I’m still feeling sick; better than last week, but sick nevertheless.
Unfortunately, while the March of Progress continues apace (more and more goblins getting wasted), the details of the Tampa and Tucson Righteous Shootings are sketchy, so I can’t gloat, simply rejoice.
I must make one comment, though. When police are called to the scene of a would-be home invasion, find an actual room-temperature home invader, and their only comment is: “Yup, I thought it might be him,” then I don’t want to read any crap about charges filed against the home defender.
…and you know the rest.
I have to tell y’all, I am generally not a fearful man. That’s not a boast, that’s a summary of my reaction to several (very) scary incidents that have tested me over my six-score years or so of adult life.
That said, if you told me that my next dare was to throw a water balloon at Danny Trejo, I’d back away whimpering and head to the bar.
I don’t care if he’s 80 years old. I wouldn’t care if the lion you wanted me to tease with a stick was that old in lion-years, or assured me that the black mamba I’d have to kiss had been de-fanged.
Ain’t no way. NFW. Not Danny Trejo, no water bomb.
Yet some pendejo did just that and gave Trejo the goods.
And was surprised when ol’ man Danny laid a big can of whup-ass on him.