Just Deserts

I’ve been thinking about this whole thing about ex-men (transgender, or whatever the fuck they call themselves nowadays) entering women’s athletic events and — surprise, surprise — winning, in some cases by miles.  (Some background here [warning: link contains Piers Morgan] )

Everyone seems to be going on about How Unfair It All Is, etc., but I for one have nothing but praise and support for this nonsense.  Why?

Because I’m getting I’m getting a severe case of SO (Schadenfreude  Overload), for one thing. I love the fact that the LGBTOSTFU crowd have imposed their agenda onto both women and men, and women are feeling the brunt of the unforeseen consequences.  (“Unforeseen” to them, that is;  anyone with a knowledge of recent history — e.g. Renee Richards, tennis player — knew full well that the girly-boys would always trounce the girly-girls at any kind of athletic activity because loss of male sex organs would never negate the physical advantages that men have over women, no matter how much the feministicals and LGBTOSTFU crowd might try to deny the fact.)

Wishful Thinking, meet Hard Reality.

Which is why I have to change my Depends every time I think of this stuff — it makes me pee myself, I’m laughing so hard.

I also laugh at the fact that Martina Navratilova, once untouchable because of her lesbianism and charter membership in the LGBT Alliance, is getting roasted because she’s actually speaking the truth about this travesty.  (Had the Men’s #100-ranked player in Martina’s time had a sex change, he/she would have beaten the world’s greatest female tennis player 6-0 6-0, and she knows it.)

Truly, the LGBTOSTFU revolution has become so radical that it has started to devour its own — which always happens with revolutions, always — and I for one can only urge them on to still-greater lunacy.

And it doesn’t stop there.  So when abortion supporters get laws that would allow newborn babies to be legally murdered simply because New Mommie Dearest can’t face the thought of changing a diaper in 5 minutes’ time, I say, “Why stop at newborns?  Allow mothers to kill their babies up to the age of 5 years!  Keep the insanity coming!” because at some point, the whole fucking experiment will blow up and come to a merciful end, just as the Soviet Union did, and the little Chavez-Maduro Venezuelan party trick is doing.

And when the Democrat Socialists want to ban private ownership of cars and all air travel, and impose a national rail system to take their place, I say, Go, Go GO little AOC!  Impose the death penalty on people who won’t surrender their Dodge Durangos!  Do that, and see what those unforeseen consequences will bring.  (Hint:  see what eventually happened to Robespierre — the French Revolution’s equivalent of Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez.)

Couldn’t happen to a nicer bunch of freaks.

Stunning

If you like gorgeous photographs, look at these.  My favorite is this one: it’s a detail, not the full thing (which wouldn’t have fitted on the page).

The last time I saw lighting like that, it was in a Rembrandt painting.  The photographer is Chris Fletcher, who apparently first picked up a camera in 2011.  (I’m not an envious type by nature, but there are limits…)

Picking My Spot

As promised yesterday, here’s my choice of WitSec relocation:

Traverse City, MI

  • Close to a large body of water
  • Small town but not a small-town mentality
  • Interesting downtown with lots of eclectic stores and restaurants
  • Quite a cosmopolitan population, for a small Midwest town
  •  Four proper seasons — warm summers, cold-but-not-frigid winters with lots of snow, and glorious spring / fall weather
  • Decent gun laws, and more importantly, local county sheriffs who have the right ideas about the Second Amendment
  • Nice airport, with short hops to Chicago (for dinners, shows etc.)
  • Short drive over to Canada, where I can buy cheap prescription drugs / drink coffee at Tim Horton’s

All that said, I was last there several years ago, so if any of you are locals / near-locals, feel free to educate me if the place is going / has gone down the shitter.

Trick Question

Here’s a report about a bunch of asshole rapists.

Now, before clicking on the link, guess the ethnicity (and probable religion) of the scum in question.  (Hint:  the headline reads, “Nine-strong Bradford sex abuse gang face years in jail for grooming and raping two 14-year-old girls ‘to satisfy their sexual desires’ “  )

If you guessed (following the “Bradford” clue) that they were all of Pakistani origin (and ergo Muslim), you’d be wrong.  (I warned  you this was a trick question.)

They weren’t all  Pakis;  only eight of the nine rapists were.

Teach you to jump to conclusions.

Alternative

As I get older and older, and the promise threat of assisted living gets to be ever-more imminent, I think this guy may be onto something:

A Texas man says he has no intention of checking into a nursing home during his golden years and is planning on moving into a Holiday Inn instead.  Terry Robison, 64, who is listed as a producer/director at Scarlet Tye Films, shared his novel thought about retirement in a now viral Facebook post.  “No nursing home for us. We’ll be checking into a Holiday Inn!” he begins, a referring to himself and wife Renee Wilson Robison, both of Spring, Texas.

I’ve often wondered about that option, myself.

My only prerequisites are a decent neighborhood (i.e. close to a decent pub and/or restaurant), proximity to a shooting range, and protected parking.  Oh, and a fast fiber-optic hookup.

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