I see that the BritGov has taken in a few dozen orphaned refugees from Ukraine, which is of course the right thing to do.
Unfortunately, they’re settling them in Scotland (probably to make them feel at home — cold weather, dangerous streets etc.).
That’s just great. Putting a bunch of kids who can’t speak English among people who can’t speak English either.
I see that the “goodwill” visit of the future King of Britishland to Jamaica has been anything but, as the rather churlish response shows:
Jamaica ‘ready to move towards removing the Queen as head of state and becoming a republic as soon as Kate and William get on the plane’
See, in the days of yore, the monarch would respond by forcibly repatriating all UK-based Jamaican residents to their homeland — along with any progeny. (Britishland does not have a U.S.-like “citizenship through birth” policy, so they could kick out anyone they want to, pretty much.)
But these are not the days of yore, sadly, so that won’t happen. Instead, the U.K. will have to brace itself for a flood of Jamaicans arriving in London ahead of their “independence”, as Jamaica slides into the usual Third World pit, and those left behind will discover that freedom from the yoke of British paternalism (born of slavery) will have some extremely nasty consequences.
And I hope they get it, good and hard.
I have listed several reasons why people are crazy to visit and / or live in Australia (horrible things with teeth, and mouse plagues, as well as raging bush fires).
So why should it come as a surprise to learn that now it’s the Slater bugs’ turn to plague the hapless country?
I’d never even heard of the damn insects before…
Guess what day it is?
So what the hell, let’s blow the damn doors off:
And speaking of whiteout, let’s go beyond the pale (SFW):
Now quit that silliness, and get off… to work.
In a photoshoot of two totties I’ve never heard of, who star in a TV show I’ll never watch, on a beach I’ll never visit, there is but one thought running through my mind:
Letting a 4-year-old draw on your body with a Sharpie can never have a good outcome.
Pic posted so you don’t have to click on the link.
Oh gawd, it’s that time when everyone has to wear Teh Green, affect stupid Oirish accents while singing the revolting “Wild Irish Rose”, and drink vast quantities of Guinness.
In other words: watch out on the roads, because there are going to be a whole lot of amateur drunks out there.
Worse still, because St. Paodrioiaich’s Day falls in a Thursday, the whole nonsense may be carried over till tomorrow night.
Update: Oy.
