…actually, the past TWO days… [whimper]
Everything except the drum solo.
Sheesh, what happened to all the good songs?
…actually, the past TWO days… [whimper]
Everything except the drum solo.
Sheesh, what happened to all the good songs?
Did you know which is the most dangerous interstate highway in the U.S.? (I’ll let you ponder that for a moment.)
According to this study, it’s Interstate 45 — with five accidents per 100 miles — which runs from Dallas to Galveston via Houston.
Which, as any fule kno, is complete nonsense — what statisticians call “bullshit” — because I-45 is also one of the shortest highways in the U.S. And yes, it’s busy. But ask any Texan whether they’d rather drive from Dallas to Austin on I-35, or on I-45 to Houston (about the same distance) and 35 would lose by a landslide.
But I-35, you see, is a long interstate highway (running from Laredo TX all the way north until it dies out of sheer boredom somewhere in Minnesota), so its deadliness is mitigated by long stretches of nowhere in which nothing happens (I’m looking at northern Oklahoma, Kansas and Iowa, for example), so its deaths / mile count drops substantially. Hell, I’d rather drive on the Long Island Expressway than the distance between Dallas north to Denton on I-35. (I’ve done both, more times than I can count, and there’s no comparison.)
And for sheer white-knuckle terror, consider I-40 from California to wherever it ends on the East Coast…
Be careful of numbers, folks: they often lie. And by the way, the article itself is, quelle surprise, complete bollocks too because they use two totally different measurement metrics — deaths per 100 miles (distance), and deaths per million passenger-miles — which are completely different. But hey, it’s the Daily Mail.
No, this has nothing to do with architecture, except in its broadest [sic] sense. Here’s someone named Vanessa Hudgens (32), gamboling in the surf with Rollergirl (51):
Gotta say that while the kid is a sweetie, Heather Graham is much more toothsome. In a heartbeat, Simon.
Try to contain your excitement, because it’s time for our OLYMPIC SPECIAL !!!!
…the irony of singing “Imagine there’s no countries” [sic] at a gathering which is the most nationalistic event in the world (outside actual warfare)…
And speaking of bad taste:
…what’s to apologize for? I haven’t laughed so much since Nancy Pelosi caught her tits in the swing door at the Four Seasons. (In Comments, feel free to add your own mocking national symbols.)
…lowest TV ratings in living memory. And:
…that’s LesboSoccer, which nobody watches anyway, but they lost to the LadyFrogs, which somehow makes it worse. And:
…probably because they actually are ugly. And speaking of ugly:
Of course, there are the usual killjoys:
…prolly because Butbul (excellent name, btw) was gonna kick his Muzzie ass anyway.
…if this goes on, the Izzies are going to medal in every event, just by default.
…good thing there wasn’t a Jew in the pool, or Ahmed would have watched the final on TV.
And speaking of people who haven’t always liked Jews:
…which makes no sense, in that the only people who actually watch Olympic gymnastics are women and homos anyway.
…thus giving us even less reason to watch the Olympics.
And the wokeness continues, e.g. the Norwegian women’s beach volleyball team is wearing shorts instead of bikinis.
…and they used to look so nice:
Fortunately, our girls continue to show good form:
And to round things off:
…and guess what else they lied about:
…sounds like an all-round success to me. Not that anyone cares.
Taki’s Mag’s weekly feature “The Week That Perished” is often very funny, as well as irreverent. Last week’s piece was the funniest yet — and as is often the case, the most true. Take for example their explanation of the South African mess:
“ZOOD” AFRIKA
The riots and looting tearing through South Africa simply cannot be happening. The images must be CGI; the news reports fake. Everyone knows that black people only riot and loot because of institutional racism caused by evil whites and their damnable supremacy.
It’s a law of physics, no more violable than gravity.
So no, it’s simply not possible that blacks are rioting and looting in a black nation because of actions taken by the blacks who rule them against other blacks who used to rule them.
In fact, the backstory of the SA riots is so convoluted, only a writer of Marvel blockbusters could’ve come up with it. The origin story involves something called the “Zondo Commission,” which totally sounds like what Doctor Strange or Starhawk would appear before while trying to find the Galubrious Cubes or the Synstricious Stones or whatever inane plot device saves the universe.
And it just gets funnier and funnier from there — and it is 100%, ultra-clean, unvarnished truth. My favorite part, though, is this:
And apparently killing Somalis…for reasons that surely make as much sense as anything else going on in that geographical septic tank. It got so bad that last week Somalian diplomats sent a formal protest to the South African government demanding protection for Somalis living in SA. The Somalian flag is a machete-wielding warlord carving a starving child in half while eating a baby. When your nation has become too extreme for those lunatics, maybe it’s time to dial it back a bit.
I know that there’s a considerable overlap of my Readers and Taki’s, but for those who aren’t, get over there toot sweet.
Via Insty:
Read my lips: We’re not going back to masks and lockdowns again
Thankfully I live in Texas, where the state government isn’t entirely run by power-hungry assholes like those in California and New York, to name but two. Which means that this mask foolishness is unlikely to get any traction except by members of the Perpetually Fearful Set, who are concentrated in Democrat hell-holes like Austin and suburban north Dallas. The mommies shopping at Trader Joe can wear a dozen masks at a time for all I care; I’ll just shop in my normal manner. (And if Trader Joe starts that “only ten people in the store at a time” nonsense, I’ll shop elsewhere until they come to their senses.)
As for lockdowns… forget it. The boys at Meal Team Six can stay home playing Medal Of Honor or working in the JiffyLube grease pit.