Just Saying It Makes It So

Britishland’s Meteorological (“Met”) Office has outdone itself.  Talking about the current spate of “heat waves” afflicting the Scepter’d Isle, this little bit of wisdom came out:

The Met Office blamed man-made climate change as Britain basked in the hottest day of the year.  The mercury soared to 34.7C in central London on Tuesday, the highest anywhere in Britain in 2025 so far.

The Met Office said it was “virtually certain” that the searing temperatures were caused by global warming.

And the basis for this alarming statement?

But it admitted that it “had not conducted formal climate attribution studies into June 2025’s two heatwaves” before making the claim.

So you just went ahead and made it all up, didn’t you?

Dishonest bastards.

BBW Vs. BBC

For the benefit of those unfamiliar with the acronyms in the title, I’ll explain.

A “BBW”, as found in all the best porno websites, stands for “Big-Bodied” or “Big-Butted” woman.  (The two are essentially interchangeable.)  Now I could digress down a branch line, as I usually do, and provide pictorial evidence but we’ve all seen pics of Kim Kardashian’s fat ass a million times (to our everlasting detriment) so I don’t have to go there.

I have no idea why fat asses are especially attractive — African men are particularly fond of them in that the folklore says that fat-assed women are more fertile than their skinny-derriere’d counterparts (wrong, like so much African folklore) — but that’s fine.  Personally speaking, I prefer something a little more substantial in the rear over some bony-assed skinny-minnie like, say, Gwyneth Paltrow, but not overpoweringly so like KK.  It’s very much a personal choice for any man, except that I find that men who do prefer the skinnies may be concealing a predilection for underage little girls, but that’s once again a personal suspicion.  Your mileage may differ, and that’s fine.

Which brings me to the BBC part (and I’m not talking about the British Broadcasting Corporation).

Every so often I receive an email update from the excellent Hemmings organization, which specializes in the sale or auction of second-hand exotic cars, and more especially in older beauties like this 1963 Ferrari 250 Grand Turismo Lusso (GTL) (asking price:  fergeddabahdit).

Said updates usually contain an overview of the latest of such cars coming onto the market, and provide me with many hours of automotive-inspired drooling.

Now because Hemmings is an American company, included in said updates are the various American cars of similar vintage, and here is where I come a little unglued.

As I’ve said many times before, growing up in the British- / European-influenced society called South Africa in the 1960s, posters of cars on my bedroom walls were more likely to be of that Ferrari type.  My knowledge, therefore, of American sports cars was extremely limited.  Most definite, therefore, was the fact that my taste in cars was going to be biased towards the Ferrari (or E-type, even) ilk.

So when I recently received a Hemmings email about the availability of a 1963 Ford Thunderbird Roadster, my jaw dropped in absolute incomprehension.  Here it is:

Now it’s far too big for my taste, of course, especially for a two-seater, but the front is not unattractive and very much in keeping with the ethos of the time in the U.S.  I’d score it about a 5/10 on the Kim Attractiveness Scale (Automotive Category, or KASAC), which is not bad for any Detroit Big Iron.

It’s when we get to the rear of this beast that we get to the ultimate horror of the BBC:


…which causes the thing to fall to a 2/10 KASAC.

Good grief, you could land a C-130 on the backside of that thing.  Amazingly, there was no such thing as a “parking assistance camera” in those days, but if ever a car needed such a thing, this would be at the head of the line.  I cannot imagine performing such an exercise.  (To avoid having you do some scrolling, here’s the side-by-side comparison:


Sorry, but I don’t get it.  To make matters worse, one might think that as both cars carried a full-sized spare tire (which was common for the time), the Ford would have been able at least to carry more luggage, except no:

Yes, I know the Ford needed room to accommodate the drop-top, but that doesn’t account for the shallowness of the trunk.

I know:  “Aha, Kim, you ignoramus!  The Ferrari was a four-seater, not a two-seater!”

Well, yes… except that in terms of passengers, it could only accommodate (maybe) two infants or two legless adolescents:

…but if you treat the back seat more as an adjunct trunk, bespoke luggage for the use of, then this Ferrari could probably hold a lot more baggage than the gargantuan Ford BBC.

As for the engines… well, the Ferrari’s 3-liter Colombo V12 vs. the T-bird’s 6.4-liter (390ci) V8.  Be my guest.

This post is about appearances, and my personal taste therein.  It most certainly has nothing to do with price, because (with links):

In other words, take off a million and drop a zero… ’nuff said.

And in a final note of irony, I see that the Ferrari is currently located in Pontiac, Michigan.

Dept. Of Righteous Shootings

If you’re anything like me, you’ll be wanting a cigarette after reading this lovely little story — even if like me you don’t smoke.

An intruder who used brass knuckles to beat against a front door and break a window just before midnight Friday in Missouri was shot multiple times by the homeowner and killed.

KFVS 12 reported that the homeowner, Austin Glastetter, was in the house with his wife at the time of the incident.

Glastetter told the suspect, 31-year-old John Fisher, that he was armed, but Fisher allegedly responded by saying, “You’ll have to kill me.”

Wait, wait, hold it in for just a minute…

Glastetter then shot Fisher multiple times.

And:

The Scott County Sheriff’s Office issued a release noting that deputies arrived on the scene to find Fisher deceased.

Smoke ’em if you got ’em…

Thursday Landscape

This is a new feature on this blog.  For some time, New Wife and I have spent many an hour enjoying C.W.’s fine website, and most especially his occasional “On The Road” posts which feature scenic landscapes of outstanding beauty.  So (prompted by NW) I’ve decided to do more or less the same, only these pics will be those that I’ve taken on my many travels around the world, one or two at a time.  Some of them were taken with an early-era digital camera (therefore low-resolution), so the quality may not be great;  but I think you may still enjoy them nevertheless.

Here’s the first:  View from the market square; Heidelberg, Germany (December 2008).

Heidelberg (from across the River Neckar, same date)

Warning Note

In this post from Stephen Green at Insty’s, we see the following:

President Trump’s strikes on Iran’s nuclear facilities were the result of 15 years of intel work, the Pentagon said Thursday — but Intelligence Director Tulsi Gabbard curiously was missing from key moments before and after the raid.

The ex-Democratic congresswoman from Hawaii — an outspoken opponent of US military intervention in the Middle East — now faces the perception that she’s being shunted to the side by the commander-in-chief, with CIA Director John Ratcliffe, who previously held her job, taking on a larger profile.

Gabbard, 44, was missing from an intelligence briefing with Congress on Thursday, where Ratcliffe gave lawmakers classified details of the Saturday strike.

She also was excluded from a June 8 national security pow-wow at Camp David, where Trump began to shape his plans for Iran with Ratcliffe and other key leaders, such as Secretary of State Marco Rubio, Vice President JD Vance and Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth.

Two days after that meeting — to which administration officials told Fox News Gabbard was not invited — she released what one person close to the administration described as a “fear-mongering” video on the dangers of nuclear war, in what was seen as a swipe against a preemptive strike.

Uh huh.  And as I noted before (yes, that’s my meme wot I wrote):

My guess is that Trump and his buddies took note of her Middle East isolationist tendencies, and froze her out of Operation Midnight Hammer or whatever it was called.

Let’s see what happens from here.


And let me get ahead of this one, as well:

I don’t trust RFK Jr., for similar reasons.