News Roundup

And off we go into Truthsville:


...when you have to rely on Russians for the truth


...excellent news.  Of course, there are some holdouts:


...this all started when NJ instituted “pistol permit” fees;  proof that you should never allow Gummint to create a new revenue source because once in, it never goes away and can always be used for their, and not your benefit.

And speaking of anti-gunners:


...you’d think that being married to Mrs. Heinz Ketchup would give Fuckface some security against being a paid agent of the Commies, but I’m guessing China’s sponsorship predates the nuptials.


...as Audi does a Jaguar.


...no doubt a result of the Great Cultural Assimilation Project, but either way:

In Political News:


...a) why do we even listen to anything this asshole says, and b) who is this Katie Britt person?

And speaking of people we should be ignoring:


...somebody explain to me why a “pre-60s world” would be so bad.  Nobody?  Thought so.


...probably the only truly funny thing this so-called comedienne has said in in the past forty years.

From the Great Anti-Woke Revolution:


...oh, the temerity of voters to oppose the Great And The Good.  Also:


...LOL the Wannabe Men slap down the Wannabe Women.

From the Police Files:


...can anyone argue that whatever his sentence, it should include weekly ball-kickings?  Nobody?  Thought not.  And ditto this asshole:


...said ball-kicking to occur while awaiting execution, of course Oh wait… it’s Britishland.  Two-day suspended sentence coming in 3… 2… 1...

And now we have some

    


no, it’s not an example of bad track-laying.  The simple addition of the word “fallen” will clarify the matter.

Let’s end with some Hottie News:


...oh yeah, some hemi-centenary Roller Girl action.

And that’s the news roundup for today.


By the way, today’s sponsor is an actual chain which appears to cater to the college crowd  If you want four inches of serious action, here’s where you can get it:

Catastrophe Update

Several kind and thoughtful people have contacted me to ask how things are going with my unforeseen catastrophe news.  Here’s the update.

Your kind and generous help has enabled me to get the following done:

  • the Tiguan’s back brakes replaced (the rear suspension turned out to be okay) and a hitherto-unnoticed oil leak fixed (while getting the oil changed)
  • the clothes dryer needed the bearings to be re-lubed, and another small electrical issue was taken care of, for well under replacement cost
  • the Fiat’s new tires have been ordered and paid for, installation to happen early next week
  • I’ve been able to make a small dent in the ObamaCare tax penalty, but there is still a way to go, so if I could make just a teeny appeal…

When the last has been taken care of, New Wife is going to become a U.S. citizen (yes!) and I’m going to renew my own U.S. passport… sheesh, becoming and remaining a U.S. citizen is spendy, so with y’all’s indulgence, that’s where the remainder (if any) will be spent.  Fortunately (or unfortunately), my prospects of actually using my passport to travel anywhere are minuscule to non-existent so the renewal can wait.

In the meantime, however, please allow me to thank everyone who has been so unbelievably generous in helping me out of this simultaneous catastrophe situation.  You have been wonderful, and as I so often say, I have the best Readers of any website on the Internet.

And finally, to Reader Matt G., who added this little note to his contribution:

“Excellence In Blogging Lifetime Achievement Award”

…my most embarrassed thanks.

News Roundup

Let’s stay with some more Wimmin’s Issues:


...or, just don’t exercise at all.  Problem solved.


...for those all-important BJs during the 7th-inning stretch?  I’ve never played baseball before, but I’ve been told that this is important.


...but, but, but female problems!!!

Speaking of female problems, here’s just a quick look at one:


...the problem being that all women of her age hate her.

Now some Election 2024 News:


...and the result:


...I just don’t think those few dozen votes are going to make much difference, fuckhead.


...looks like the Harris County voters want to keep her as far away from Houston as possible, unsurprisingly.


...actually, not too bad when you consider that with Uber you don’t have to stop en route and change to another vehicle (as you do with the train).  Also, if one assumes that she hadn’t booked her ticket far in advance, there’s this:

...I hope it was at least top-shelf tequila.

Let’s hear from the Global Cooling Climate Warming Change© supporters:


...as long as we can hang you from a lamp pole if it isn’t, Fuckface. [looking for rope]


...ummm oops?

From the Police Blotter:


...and here’s the whole story in a single pic:


And now, the latest PANIC NEWS!!!:


...lessee here:  5 deaths out of 250 million people, therefore a mortality rate of… (carry the four, uhhhh…).  Yep:  when the mortality rate exceeds that of “stabbed to death with carrot”, this definitely calls for mass panic.


...actually, we’re trying to keep ALL kids out of these Commie cesspits, but let’s not split hairs.

And now, some link-free  

   


...let’s have a quick look at the now-48-yr-old Baby Spice, shall we?

 

And one from the earlier years:

Ooooh yes, Baby… Daddy likes.

And that’s the news.

News Roundup

And speaking of anxiety, here’s THE LATEST THING TO WORRY ABOUT!!!!




...all the above on a single page at the Daily Mail.


...stupid fools.  We Murkins have been living on UPFs for decades, and we’re doing fine.

Go peddle your Chicken Little bullshit somewhere else.  We’ve got some Oreos and Twinkies to eat.

From the Dept. of Education:


...when even the Third World thinks it’s all a pile of shit...

From the Police Files:


...just to be pedantic for a moment:  15-year-olds who gang-rape are not “boys” and shouldn’t be tried — or sentenced — as such.

And let’s talk about another hardened criminal:


...only in Yurp could this be a big deal.  72 guns, although quite an impressive number, is hardly anything to write home about, and as for 3,000 rounds… that’s about what Doc Russia, Combat Controller and I take to the range for a day’s shooting.  Oh, and Alain Delon is nearly 90 and senile.  What are they going to do:  put him in jail for (ahem) life?

Oh, just for fun, some more Global Warming Climate Cooling Change©:


...of course they would.  Self-sufficiency is subversive, didn’t you know?

In Glueball Jewhate News:


...another blow struck for the Eternal Caliphate.  Now let’s turn him into a martyr for Allah, the sooner the better.

Again, from the Great Cultural Assimilation Project:


...and the Chamber of Commerce gets a collective woody at the thought of all that cheap labor.


...actually, it is.  At some point, they’re going to be casting illegal votes (crime), killing and/or raping women and children (crime) and committing acts of terrorism (crime).  So what IS the fucking issue, then?


...not quite as tough as the Texas law, but it’s a start.  Let’s see if it clears their Senate and Governor’s desk, though.  Then again, there’s you-know-who:


...given the cost of housing on the Left Coast, they won’t be able to make the payments anyway.

And we’re off to the races:


...let’s put on a play about, say, the Franco-Prussian war, and make admission Whites-only.  See what happens.

And speaking of res 

 


...[rising to a point of order] actually, Monica looks sensational in black anything.  Still, let me not influence any opinions here — judge for yourselves:

And on that disturbing note we come, so to speak, to the end of the news.

Jag-who?

Proving that any corporation can become unhinged for no good reason, we have this bit of news:

Jaguar will scale back new car production to just SUV models in 2024 as the British brand ramps-up its preparations to become an electric-only luxury car maker from next year.

So what the hell.  From making cars (not SUVs) that once were the envy of other manufacturers, Jaguar will become just another factory for boring SUVs, and no-demand electric ones at that.

I will say no more, but just show what kind of thing we were treated to, back when Jag had balls and a brain.

…and that’s just some of them.

Bah.  I hope their factory catches fire from one of their silly batteries and burns to the ground, along with whichever marketing / financial “genius” signed off on this latest move.

Cretins.  They don’t deserve their storied heritage.

Simultaneous Catastrophes — Update

The response to the hard-luck story below has been wonderful.  I was able to make the appointment for Tiggy’s repairs and the dryer issue will likewise be resolved this week.  Depending on the car repair bill, I should be able to get Sputum her new treads as well, and I may even get a “new” (replacement) laptop later this week.
I hate to push my luck, but there’s still the matter of the IRS/ObamaCare fiasco…

I have the best Readers on the Internet.


At any given time, things break, we fix them / get them fixed and get on with life.

However, we should always be cognizant of that old bastard Murphy, the corollary to whose Law states that if things can go wrong, they will always go wrong in the order which will provide the greatest damage or catastrophe.  Or, in the sub-corollary, that all will occur more or less at the same time.

Wanna hear mine?

In the past seven days:

  • The Tiguan’s rear suspension and brakes need replacing (at only 135,000 miles, go figure).
  • When New Wife went to get the Fiat’s tires pumped during the recent cold weather, the tire guy said that her car won’t pass the next inspection because of tread wear (after 30,000 miles, go figure again).
  • Our tumble dryer has ceased to both tumble and dry — “What about the warranty?” you ask;  why, the 5-year warranty expired a year ago because the appliance is over six years old.  As such, repairs will cost more than simple replacement.
  • Speaking of old things: my 6-year-old laptop’s chassis has given up the ghost completely — I can’t close it without causing irreparable damage, and it’s being held together with Ye Olde Ductte Taype (pics on request).
  • Still on the laptop:  the power cord has become loosened to the point where I have to use the above to keep it in place, and even then if I move too suddenly, the connection ends and Ye Olde Batterye takes over, for about an hour before it too goes bye-bye.
  • Uncle Shylock has decided that some of  my 2013 deductions were not acceptable, and I have to repay some ungodly (for me) amount.
  • So does New Wife, who upon becoming salaried as opposed to hourly, decided to enroll in the company medical plan — but whoopsie! that incurs an ObamaCare penalty (don’t ask me for the details;  my tax preparer explained it to me, as much as one can politely explain getting bent over a desk by the Gummint, and the penalty actually dwarfs my tax deduction repayment).

Ordinarily, I could handle all the above individually:  schedule payments to the IRS over the next year, for instance;  and all the others could be put on the credit card.  But doing the latter en masse  would make the monthly repayments unaffordable.  And thanks to Bidenflation (of which I may have made some mention in the past), our monthly expenses are already at the nostrils-occasionally-underwater stage.

I have already sold everything that is saleable in my house.  That includes most of my gun collection, and the few pieces that remain I need (for obvious reasons) and aren’t worth that much anyway.

Whenever someone helpfully suggests that I get a job, I point out that this blog is my job.  It’s the only one I can do, given my advanced age and health condition, and the only way I can help myself is to depend on the kindness of others as they regard the worth of my writing on this website.

For the most obvious of reasons, I can’t open up an OnlyFans account like this tart did.  Most distressingly, the market for the model in the pic below would be embarrassingly small.


…even though I’ve lost quite a bit of weight since then.  And I think I’ve punished my tiny pool of Lady Readers enough anyway.

You all know what to do.  My sooper-seekrit mailing address for Going Paper is:

6009 W. Parker Rd, Ste 149-141, Plano TX 75093

…and then there is Venmo (no PayPal, sorry) or Zelle via [email protected]

Anything you can send will be hugely appreciated, because quite frankly, this is the only way out for me if nothing else comes to the fore (e.g. a lottery win, and you know the odds against that).

Thank you all in advance,