That’s Latin for “things to be desired”.
A couple years ago the locals on Spain’s Balearic Islands (Majorca, Ibiza etc.) staged massive demonstrations against the crowds of (mostly British) tourists who invaded the islands each year and partied ’til they puked, literally.
Well, thanks to the Chinkvirus, the islands have gone from this:
…to this:
I guess all those erstwhile Balearic protesters are now seeing the wisdom of that old question: “Suppose you got exactly what you wanted…”
When even the normally-docile Germans start rioting against the lockdown nonsense, you know things are getting out of hand:
Today saw a demonstration involving hundreds of people, and chants of “Wir sind das Volk!” [“We are the people!”] and “Freiheit!” [“Freedom!”] could be heard.
Law enforcement attended the scene to disband crowds, with officers reportedly having to detain people and deploy pepper spray.
Pictures showed lines of police with riot shields clashing with angry-looking protesters as well as people being dragged away in handcuffs.
If the Kraut cops need some reinforcements, we could always send them the dreaded Meal Team Six from Ector County:
Those old boys could use the exercise.
That does it. I am officially sick to death of a.) Mondays and b.) the fucking Chinkvirus. So the topic of today’s Funnies is going to be….
…
Coronavirus captivity self-isolation, Day 956, and all the government edicts are starting to have an effect:
While some people are being “allowed” to go back to work:
…not everyone can do so:
Others are starting to feel the strain:
Still others are tackling weighty isolation issues:
…some people are just getting more and more depressed.
A few people are unaffected by the pandemic:
And some have even benefited from the thing:
But some themes are just eternal:
So to help you forget all this morbid stuff, some things that don’t suck. Here’s a one-time skyscraper hotel building, redesigned into social-distance accommodation:
Social distancing, country style:
And maybe there’s some light at the end of the tunnel:
Until that time, here’s a little trip down Mammary Lane. First, Bernadette Peters:
…Jamie Lee Curtis:
…Susan Sarandon:
…and finally, Dolly:
…who wins, by several cup sizes.
Over at Instapundit, Gail Heriot has posted a decent summary of the England-Scotland alliance. But then there’s this:
In 1979, an effort to establish (or re-establish) a separate Scottish legislature via referendum failed. It did so, however, only because the Act authorizing the referendum required that at least 40% of the entire Scottish electorate vote in favor. While the referendum got more yes than no votes, turnout was poor. In 1997, another such referendum was held. This time it passed, a Scottish Parliament was established, and the process of “devolution” was begun.
In 2014, when an independence referendum was held, it came a lot closer to passing than union supporters would have preferred. Ultimately, Scottish voters went 55.3% to 44.7% in favor of sticking it out with England.
What interests me, and many others, is the fact that only the Scots voted on whether to leave or stay in the Union, which begs the question: why did not all interested parties — including the English and Welsh — vote on separation?
Had the population living south of the River Tweed voted, you bet there’s have been considerable support behind a “Toss the Jocks” movement — Mr Free Market and The Englishman claim that at least two-thirds of English voters would support expelling the porridge-monkeys in a heartbeat, had they been allowed to do so.
Such ravings should be taken with a grain of salt — especially when expressions like “Can we then finish what we started at Culloden?” and “Rebuild Hadrian’s Wall” are thrown into the mix. Nevertheless, we Murkins should not underestimate the depth of enmity that still exists between the Picts and the Angles even after all this time. It’s most openly expressed by the Scots, such as when supporting anyone playing England in sporting competitions, but the anti-Jock sentiments in England, while less overt, still run pretty deep.
We can talk about the Welsh and Irish situations on another occasion; but in the meantime, think of the situation as a (very) civilized Balkans, and you’ll get the idea.
