What more can be said about a bunch of Ole Pharts not only having sex in public, but a guy letting his 85-year-old wife pull the train? (I’m guessing about the last part, but it wouldn’t surprise me, nowadays.)
And who knew that dogging had come to Connecticut (state motto: “Like Massachusetts, only with less class and charm”)?
Goddamn Baby Boomers… couldn’t they just have had an orgy at Happy Hours Retirement Village, like all the others do?
When I saw this sentence from BritPM Boris Johnson, my heart sank:
You can’t just arrest your way out of a problem.
Then he redeemed himself:
It certainly helps, but it is only part of the answer. You need to tackle all the causes and incentives that are encouraging the criminal mentality, and that means first of all exploding any sense that the law is weak, or that criminals can get away with it. When the police catch a violent criminal, it is vital they get the sentence they deserve.
At present, there are too many serious violent or sexual offenders who are coming out of prison long before they should.
In the past five years, we have seen literally hundreds of convicted rapists who have come out of prison commit another sexual offence. There are thousands of ‘super prolifics’ – criminals with more than 50 convictions to their name – who are being spared jail altogether.
This cannot go on. I am afraid that as a society we have no choice but to insist on tougher sentencing laws for serious sexual and violent offenders, and for those who carry knives.
Our first duty is to protect the public in the most basic way – and that means taking such people off the streets.
[pause to let the applause and cheering die down]
Of course, policies like “stop and search” are going to cause palpitations amongst the liberals and criminal-symps [lots of overlap], but the plain fact is that when the police can do their job — i.e. try to prevent crime before it happens — and the justice system is allowed to work — i.e. impose jail sentences that keep criminals off the streets — society as a whole improves.
Just ask the denizens of NYFC when Mayor Giuliani and Police Chief Bratton did just that, back in the late 1990s and early 2000s. And if it made it worked there, it can make it work anywhere.
And to let the BritPM have the last word:
Yes, in the short term it will mean more pressure on our jails, and that is why today I am also announcing that we are creating another 10,000 spaces in our prisons. The Chancellor, Sajid Javid, has agreed to invest up to £2.5 billion to deliver this commitment.
Get going, Boris.
I’ve always liked Boris Johnson — yeah, maybe it’s the Old Boy thing (Eton College was the “brother” school to St. John’s) — but what I like most of all is the predictable way the U.K. Left has responded to his accession to Number 10 Downing Street:
Just note that underneath Johnson’s jovial, stammering, Hooray-Henry exterior, there’s some serious intellect going on. (See here where he talks about Winston Churchill’s oratory.) In other words, he’s the complete opposite of ex-U.S. President (Half-)Black Jesus, underneath whose smooth and urbane exterior… not much was going on.
And if PM Boris can’t get Britishland out of the horrible European Union, the Brits deserve to get everything that happens to them.
Go Boris!
One of the reasons I love reading C.W. Swanson’s excellent Timewaster blog is that one many occasions, the pictures evoke a tangential thought from me. Here’s one:
And I agree that it’s disgusting. That fine machine gun needs to be mounted on a full-sized Murkin Ford F-150, not that lil’ Jap thing.
Here’s another:
I mean, that’s a pretty picture, for sure. But am I the only one who thinks that nickel-plating the utilitarian Ruger SP101 is akin to gold-plating a Willys Jeep?
I think I’ve said before that I know a man who has nearly a dozen SP101 revolvers scattered around his domain: bedroom, bathroom, toilet (!), garage, toolbox, glove box, basement, hall closet and what have you. When I asked him why, his response was simple: “They’ll always work, even if I haven’t cleaned them for five years. And some of ’em, I haven’t.”
Can you imagine that shiny SP101 in a rusty, grungy old tackle box?
Wherein I summarize the news of the recent past. (Warning: I’m in an irreverent mood today…)
1) TV presenter gives up booze — and becomes the world’s most boring woman. (Caution: link contains Piers Morgan.)
2) Gang-rape victim reports crime, gets raped again by a cop — guess it just wasn’t her day, was it? (Come on: it happened in Pakistan, that bastion of civilization where all women are revered.)
3) Dallas gang beats up trannie — guess the race of the attackers… nope, ’twasn’t Muzzies; not this time, anyway.
4) Notre Dame Cathedral destroyed by fire — I guess the BVM was busy doing something else at the time, huh? (I warned ya.)
5) Rich farts in CT can’t sell their houses at inflated prices — ‘cos all the would-be buyers have fled to low-tax states already.
6) Naked stabber killed by security guard — wait, McDonald’s has security guards now? Oh yeah… southern California. Never mind. And finally, from the Department of Good News:
7) Hollywood sees revenues plummet — see pic above.
This Daily Mail story caught my attention:
With most of us confused about when or if Brexit will actually happen, one woman told This Morning hosts Ruth and Eamonn today that she wasn’t frightened by the prospect of a Halloween Brexit.
Jen McEnhill, 36, from Stoke Newington, north London, said she wasn’t concerned as she’s stockpiled food and toiletries to see her through for six months, just in case there are important shortages when Britain eventually leaves the European Union.
I understand exactly how she feels, because I’ve had to do without in the past, and I don’t like it.
I’ve been poor several times during my lifetime. When I was much younger, I lived in my VW panel van for a couple of months as I drove around looking for jobs, and even as I got older, there were times when the decision had to be made whether to pay this bill OR that bill. We’ve all been there, I suppose, but the lasting effect on me is that I suffer from what’s called “shortage panic” — which is why I always have an overstocked pantry, why I buy in bulk rather than in the more cash flow-friendly smaller pack sizes, and so on. I have far more clothes than I need — if I find a particular brand / type of shirt, for example, I’ll go back and buy half a dozen of them, using one at a time and replacing it only when it starts falling apart.
I seldom let my car’s gas tank drop much below half-full — and I did this long before I started driving for Uber, by the way.
This shortage panic is why I have a shitload of ammunition stored in Ye Olde Ammoe Locquer, and it’s also why I advised people to start stockpiling food items in case the current Midwest floods should cause shortages in basic foodstuffs over the next year or so.
This condition, by the way, is common among Depression-era folks, less common among Baby Boomers, and (it seems) non-existent among the post-Boomer generations.
Am I the only one who has this problem?