Some time ago, I said that we could look at Mitzi Gaynor in color on another day. Well, seeing as she recently passed away, this is another day.
Black & white, color, whatever the format, she was lovely.
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Oh To Be In
…England, where, as the poet once wrote, autumn is the “season of mists and mellow fruitfulness” (as seen in the pic below, taken three days ago):
Oh okay: here’s the whole thing:
Point : Counterpoint
The Greatest Living Englishman had a health scare last week, requiring emergency surgery to embed a stent in his heart valve. Fortunately for all of us, he’s doing okay and is no doubt back in at least early-season form.
Of course, the International Vegan Set had a field day:
And the quick response:
I’m SO glad he’s recovering.
Here’s his take on the operation:
“Now, thanks to all those tremendous people at the John Radcliffe in Oxford and all of their extraordinary machines, here I am wondering what water tastes like and if it’s possible to make celery interesting.”
Well, water tastes like shit unless added to Scotch, and the only way to make celery interesting is to use it as a dildo on a vegan.
Caught Fiddling
About that “foreign interference in U.S. elections” thing: not Russia, this time, but… Britain’s Labour Party? Even the Brits are appalled:
There are some basic rules in foreign policy obvious even to the most half-witted politician.
One is that you can never be seen to interfere in any way in the elections of a democratic country. You don’t state preferences about any of the candidates, and you don’t try to influence the outcome.
This cardinal rule has been spectacularly broken by the Labour Party, which has enraged Donald Trump by apparently lending support to his rival, Kamala Harris, in the presidential campaign.
Of course, having fucked around and been found out, the denials quickly followed:
Labour denies it has done any such thing, pointing out that its activists have often travelled at their own expense to help Democratic Party candidates in previous elections.
Uh huh.
Maybe. But the Trump camp has unearthed a LinkedIn post from Sofia Patel, Labour’s head of operations, encouraging ‘party staff’ to ‘help our friends across the pond elect their first female President’. Activists were invited to send Ms Patel an email. She added that she would be going to America for the final two weeks of the campaign.
What is this if not a call to Labour activists to roll up their sleeves on behalf of Kamala Harris? It would matter less if the post – which has been deleted as Labour desperately tries to cover its tracks – had come from an obscure underling.
But the head of operations is an important figure. She represents Labour. Ms Patel’s message is that activists should do whatever they can to defeat Donald Trump. This looks like a blatant attempt by the governing party to influence the election.
And it is. Glover points out:
Donald Trump won’t be [forgiving]. He is vengeful, and likes to bear a grudge. He also has a low opinion of Labour, which his aides describe in a formal complaint to the U.S. Federal Election Commission as being ‘far-Left’. This is a characteristic exaggeration.
Except, of course, that it’s no exaggeration. Compared to the U.S. political spectrum — which is the milieu in which Trump is active — Labour IS about as far Left as any Socialist party could be.
Doesn’t matter, one way or the other. As Glover points out:
Of course, if Trump isn’t elected on November 5, Labour’s injudicious meddling won’t matter. But if he becomes America’s next President – an increasingly likely eventuality, which I regard with foreboding – he could bear a grievance against the British Government. That would affect us all.
Trump already knows that the Foreign Secretary, David Lammy, has variously described him in the past as a ‘neo-Nazi sympathising sociopath’, a ‘dangerous clown’, and ‘a tyrant in a toupee’.
And then Glover panders to his readers by adding:
At least partly true.
Which part, Stephen? The “neo-Nazi”, “sociopath”, “dangerous”, “clown” or “tyrant”?
Lest we forget, Trump has already been President once before, during which time he exhibited none of those traits that the Left tried to smear him with (and continues, like Glover, to do so). And I hate to spoil your fun, you Lefty assholes, but he’s not going to do it during his next term, either.
Just don’t expect any special favors from him, Britishland — Trump’s not the only one who bears a grudge, and if nothing else, he’s keenly aware of what his supporters expect from him.
Caption Competition #365
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Old Vs. New
I know that I am irretrievably old-fashioned, and here’s the latest example.
Former footballer David Goldenballs Beckham was seen proudly showing off his new car, a McLaren 750S, valued at about £240,000 ($310,000).
Now never mind the stupid-money price (I know, the McLarens are supercars and probably worth it, just not to ordinary people like us. Forget the money for a moment, if you can).
Now take a look at this nuts-and-bolts restored/upgraded 1964 Jag E-type Series 1:
It looks so hopelessly out of date compared to the 750S, doesn’t it? And yet it’s on sale for a third less than the McLaren, at $218,000.
That’s also stupid money, but I have to tell you that if I had that kind of stupid money, I’d be driving that Jag already, and not the blingy over-powered and overpowering McLaren. Just for kicks, know that the 750S needs to have its oil changed about every thousand or so miles, an operation which requires the engine to be dropped out of the engine bay, and can cost in excess of $25,000. The Jag? Nothing even close to that in cost, let alone inconvenience. Hell, with a little learning and practice, you could probably do your own oil changes. (Not that I would.)
Take a look at the Jag’s interior:
…compared to that of the McLaren:
Note the thoughtfully-placed accommodation for Goldenballs, or maybe it’s a pee-hole for Victoria in the passenger seat… either way, that interior looks like it was designed by LucasFilms.
Sorry, but no. I love cars, I love performance cars, but to be honest — and this was as true back when I was younger as it is today — that wonderful Jag 3.8-liter engine, with its top speed of about 140mph is far more appealing than the million-horsepower McLaren electro-gizmoded powerplant.
And to be honest: I think it’s far easier to get in and out of the E-type — and that’s a nod to my advanced age.
Beckham can afford the McLaren, and there’s no wealth envy on my part. What I can’t forgive is that he gave his son an E-type for a wedding present — except that he’d had it converted to an electric motor.
