…this excellent advert arrived from Gunstuff TV yesterday (note the opening sentence):
That’s the ticket. Don’t waste your Chinkvirus money on silly stuff like the rent, groceries, entertainment or car payments: buy a damn gun!
Don’t mind me: I’m just giggling like a schoolgirl, here.
This is one of those annoying little ads which pops up in the middle of an online article (we used to call them “speed bump” ads, back in the day):
I have to say that when I first saw the pic, neither “back pain” nor “sciatica” were the first things that popped to mind… which is no doubt its intent.
“So what did pop to mind, Kim?” you may ask facetiously.
Heheh… you just had to ask.
Given how the Corona virus thing has completely knocked the pleasure-cruise industry off the shelf, one would think that this is a bad time to launch a new one, yes?
Step forward Sir Richard of Branson:
On the bright side, every dollar this Left tool drops into nonsense like this is one less dollar for the dozens of Lefty causes his company supports.
Even before the emergence of passenger liners as floating pox-palaces, you wouldn’t have got me on one of them at gunpoint. Now… uh huh. Hot needles, meet scrotum.
Okay, Sir Winston may have had more weighty matters on his mind when he said that, but I know how he felt, after reading this:
Britain’s BEST chippies: Top 15 seafood eateries are revealed in National Fish and Chip Awards 2020
As any fule kno, one of my favorite meals in Britishland is the venerable F&C (proof below).
So when I read articles like the above, all it makes me want to do is hop on a plane across The Pond and embark on a tour of the top 15…
However. The list shortens quite a bit as some of the chippies’ locations are on Kim’s List Of Places Never To Visit (based on the recommendations of Stout Bulldogs like Mr. Free Market, The Englishman and the Sorensons) — places such as Belfast, the whole of Wales and anywhere in County Durham.
Still, this one (in Kent) looks promising:
…especially as Kent is home to one of the best beer brands anywhere:
And if they haven’t got Spitfire, there is an alternative:
Tell me you wouldn’t, if you were me.
No, this isn’t about political ads — may a pox be upon all of them. This post by Aaron Clarey examines why Corporate America has turned into a collection of fucking scolds, despite all the marketing precepts that define marketing stupidity as injecting politics into your corporate ethos. Here’s a brief excerpt:
But now corporations sermonizing the rest of the world about leftist politics has gone viral. And it behooves the question why. Why would corporations take such a risk? Why would corporations be so foolish? And you can call me an ole fuddy duddy, by why are corporations so arrogant and rude? How dare you assholes lecture me about anything outside the purchase of your product or service, you smug, cocky, arrogant assholes?
And then he answers all that in the rest of the post. Read it all; it’s worth it, despite its horrible conclusion.
Then go and smash your head against the wall, like I did.
Last week I looked at offensive ads from days gone by — and by “offensive”, I mean things that would “offend” the Permanently Sensitive Set, bless their little snowflake hearts.
While doing the research, I also happened on some still-more offensive ads — guaranteed to get others’ feeeewings all tearful (except for those who frequent this website, that is. Actually, they are enough to make even me a little tearful, but not for the reasons one would expect). Here’s a sample:
There’s hunting:
Now it’s time for some cismale gendernormative patriarchal fascism (I think I got that right):
And guns for Christmas — nothing like a visit from ol’ Santy bearing the right kind of gift:
(Note the publication for the above ad…)
Now it’s time for a little “flowers” advertising (back the hearse up to the door, and let them smell the flowers):
And then there’s the simple choice:
And one last reminder:
I wonder what the number is for the AR15 and AK-47? Let’s look at some other options:
And speaking of which, note the prices:
Now that’s enough to make me weep.