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Fire With Fire

Terrorism, Two-Minute Hate

A thought occurred to me after that Muslim illegal alien threw firebombs at a bunch of peaceful Jews up in Boulder.

Seeing as these extremist Muzzies (and for that matter, all their non-extremist buddies) are so keen on introducing foreign law principles into the U.S. of A. (#shari’a),  their comrades-in-arms (#LeftistFilth) should have no problem with us introducing some other set of foreign legal stuff as well.

I’m thinking here of some Hebraic Law (Old Testament style) along the lines of “eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth” principles.

Which would mean that this Egyptian fuckwit would be doused with gasoline and set on fire in the public square.

All in favor?

Too harsh?  Okay, then…

…or a group affair with his buddies:  

I will entertain alternatives in Comments.  Hate speech welcome.

And a final thought:  just one bubbeh  with a gun could have prevented this whole sorry business.

Quote Of The Day

QOTD

In response to this lament:

“These kids never learned the proper way to be a barfly,” said an L.A. bartender, quoted in “Gen Z Doesn’t Want to Start a Bar Tab/To the chagrin of bartenders, many 20-something bargoers prefer to close out and pay after every single drink.”

That’s not the quote.  This is:

As with everything else in the New York Times though, I am going to default to “none of these discussions actually happened” and the “author” just made everything up.

The man’s almost as cynical as I am.

Sic transit mendax.

News Roundup

Bad News

Well, not all gals:


...as long as the starvation and death of the “millions” are confined to illegal immigrants illegally getting welfare or Medicaid, I don’t see the problem.

And speaking of said group:


...keep it going, folks.  Lots more still to toss out.  Still on the topic of hostile aliens:


...other than the universities getting the income from fees, I’m pretty sure that anyone not called Bernie Sanders will have no problem with this.

And:


...like anyone cares what some washed-up mediocre Irish pop star says.


...to the surprise of absolutely nobody.  Why is this old Nazi-loving cunt still a U.S. citizen?


...given the source, I don’t think that’s going to happen.
#ChrisMurphy #HystericalSocialist #Connecticut

In Medical News:


…

In Tribe News:


...a mitzvah if ever I saw one.

And in Crime News:


...old Charlie needs to watch out;  people down here are kinda twitchy about that “shots at Trump” thing.


...wait;  he’s going to pardon FBI agents now?

In Sports News:


...apparently, there is crying in baseball after all.


...say it ain’t so, Marylou.  Wait… she’s 57? [exit, feeling really old]

and in our weekly look at (non-linked) 

    ...these last two items have one thing in common.
#ThailandDontGoThere

And in a drive down :


...fuck me, and I thought she’d reached the bottom by bonking Shane Warne.  Talk about Beauty and the Beast:

Ugh.

Which is the best way to end this news roundup.

Forgetting The Basics

Economics, Food & Drink

Many years ago, I had subscriptions to the UK’s Country Life and Country Squire  magazines, which, as their names suggest, are dedicated to that country’s rich rural heritage.  Yes, I know the mags’ main emphasis was (and still is) dedicated to the landed gentry, but the mags also contain gems, like this one from Country Squire :

We walk on concrete, but we live on bread. The modern world hums with the illusion of self-sufficiency – our smartphones deliver groceries with a tap, restaurants materialize meals on demand, and supermarkets present endless abundance as if by nature’s own hand. Yet this is a collective delusion.

The truth is simpler, starker: every society rests upon the bowed backs of farmers. They are the uncelebrated linchpin holding civilization together, performing work so fundamental we’ve forgotten to see it.

Their labor defies romanticism. Farming is not some bucolic idyll; it is mathematics written in mud and sweat. A farmer must be gambler and scientist, prophet and laborer – calculating risks against fickle weather, coaxing growth from stubborn soil, fighting entropy itself just to keep the fields productive. One missed frost, one unseen blight, and a year’s work vanishes. Meanwhile, they’re patronized by 5-days-a-week urbanites who’ve never dug a ditch, who speak of ‘sustainability’ between takeaway lattes, who’d starve in a week if the lorries stopped running.

And for what?

To watch agribusiness conglomerates and supermarket oligarchs siphon away the profits? To hear deadbeat politicians lecture them about ‘efficiency’ while folding to trade deals that undercut their livelihoods? To be treated as quaint relics in a world that venerates guff videos on TikTok?

There’s more, much more in the piece, and I urge you all to read it.

There’s unexpected humor, too.  This from Country Life:

And of course, there’s property:

…a snip, at only $120,000 a year rental.

Speed Bump #4,232

Grammar Nazism

From Reader Carl M. (because I don’t see enough of this idiocy every day all by myself):

“This is the news that the Jewish State, in tandem with the US, has launched the Gaza Humanitarian Foundation. Its aim is to get foodstuffs and other essentials to the benighted people of the war-ravaged Gaza Strip. You would think the activist class would be pleased at this news. They’ve been renting their garments for months…”

All Hail SpelCheck!

[This item was brought to you by National Tuxedo Rentals]

 

Connectivity Assholes

Corporate Fuckery, Drive Time, Two-Minute Hate

Normally I reserve the above epithet for people who have their phones surgically attached to their hands, or bosses who insist that employees Stay.In.Touch.At.All.Times., yeah even unto night time, weekends, and vacations.  (Just because you’re attending your sister’s wedding or mother’s funeral — requiring use of paid time off [PTO] instead of compassionate leave, FFS — doesn’t mean that your boss shouldn’t be able to demand your time to attend to That Pressing Corporate Need.)

No, the connectivity assholes I refer to here are “services” like GM’s OnStar, Hyundai’s Blue Link, NissanConnect, AcuraLink and Toyota Connect.  Via Insty, I see the following is happening (from the annals of Corporate Automotive Bastardy):

Connected services is a catch-all term for everything your car can send and receive over the internet. It includes features such as automatic 911 call-outs after an accident, roadside assistance after a breakdown, over-the-air (OTA) software updates, vehicle health reports which can be sent to your dealer, wi-fi hot spots in the vehicle, and phone apps that allow you to connect to and even control some of your car’s functions.

They’re also big business. Most connected services require a paid subscription once the free trail (usually three months to a year) runs out. As more and more of them are added to your dashboard, automakers hope to make billions of dollars annually just on subscriptions. That doesn’t mean older vehicles will be supported forever, though.

Anyone who’s ever touched a device with a computer chip in it knows that device will eventually be obsolete. Cellphones, even if they still work fine, will eventually stop receiving software updates. Right or wrong, this is the way of the world. The average American, though, keeps their car for much longer than they keep their phone, and the average age of a vehicle in America is nearly 13 years old. Meaning, a lot of people could potentially be affected if other automakers follow Acura’s lead in cutting off cars newer than the average. And that’s not to mention those who own used examples of older models.

While it’s arguably bad customer service, there’s no law or contractual obligation requiring automakers like Acura to continue supporting older models with outdated hardware and software. In fact, it’s quite the opposite.

Yeah, click HERE to accept the (300 pages of) Terms & Conditions Of Service.  (Wait;  you all do read those before clicking, right?)

Somebody tell me how many times I’ve ranted on these pages about people handing over their privacy and freedom of action in the name of “conveeeeenience”, because I can’t be bothered to look it up.

This is why, in all my lottery dreams, I am convinced that I would never buy a modern car, but would pay a premium (in service / maintenance costs etc.) just to own a car that is completely and utterly under my personal control.  I have actually come to the point where I would buy any car — in reasonable working condition — that has an ordinary key to start it, whose operating system contains not a single chip and does not send my usage data to just anyone who wants to see it, for whatever reason — which includes insurance companies, the police, the State, the advertising industry and all the other forms of bureaucratic bastardy that have infested our personal lives like some creeping fucking cancer.

A pox on all of them.