Grandson #2 just put in an appearance, over in Johannesburg. Everyone is doing fine.
Yes, I think a little single malt is called for.
Grandson #2 just put in an appearance, over in Johannesburg. Everyone is doing fine.
Yes, I think a little single malt is called for.
I think I’m in love…
Next up: homophobia.
Well, when you see a headline over this article, you have to follow the link to see what all the fuss is about, and to ascertain for yourself the depth of the vileness:
FIVE former Met Police officers have pleaded guilty for sending a string of “grossly offensive” racist WhatsApp messages. The messages included vile jibes about Rishi Sunak, Meghan Markle and Queen Elizabeth II.
Of course, the article itself doesn’t tell us what the actual messages were — I know, it’s just a clickbait tactic, shame on me — so because I live in a country where offensive messages are (for now) not subject to official censure, here’s what they might have been:
And for the Britishland censors and scolds:
Kiss my African-American ass.
Here’s a way to deal with the Glue Movement — okay, first a little background from Reader Mike L.:
Coco Gauff’s U.S. Open semifinal victory over Karolina Muchova was delayed by 50 minutes because of a disruption by four environmental activists in the Arthur Ashe Stadium stands Thursday night. One protester glued his bare feet to the concrete floor.
My first reaction to this little reindeer game was to think: “If they’re glued to the floor, they can’t run away, can they?”
Which led to the following (perhaps unworthy) visual:
Oh sure, like I’m the only one who thought of that when reading the article…
Here’s a fresh take:
“To love.”
“To pain.”
“Tonight.”
And our “exit” music for the day, played by:
Extra points if you can identify any of them.