Here’s a headline for you all:
Dick’s Sporting Goods Halting Gun Sales at 440 More Stores
Who?
Tag: Evil Bastards
Getting Taller
As some comedian once said, the principle behind Daylight Savings Time is the same as the belief that you can get taller by cutting off your head and then standing on it.
[pause to let that visual dissipate]
Let me tell you why I hate this bloody nonsense with a passion.
- We have, in our little abode, well over a dozen clocks which do not self-adjust like laptops or smartphones do (I like and collect clocks). This means that twice a year I have to prowl around the house like a hyena seeking a dead zebra, rooting out clocks and changing the damn hour hand or else pushing buttons on electric alarm clocks etc. “Pain in the ass” barely begins to cover it. And somehow, I always manage to miss one, which causes me aggravation later (could be a week later) when I discover the omission.
- Because we are an international family, with friends and family scattered all over the globe, I have had to resort to stern measures to keep up with this situation, ergo a wall decoration in the living room:
I think you can see the problem, can’t you? The U.S. and the U.K. change their times on different dates, South Africa only uses one time (gawd knows how much they’d fuck up changing clocks and times… they operate on “African time” as it is), and as for Australia it’s even worse: some states observe DST while others choose not to.
As I am a man of advanced age, little brain and severe deficiency in patience, I think you’ll get where I’m going with this.
I’m always reminded of the classic exchange from Cheech & Chong:
“Hey, hippie… wanna buy a watch?”
“Uuuhhhhh… no, man; I’m not into time.”
Wish I could be that way.
Oil, Water, Some Disassembly Needed
Obviously, that diversity thing is working out very well for the Danes. As it is for all the countries who are importing Third Worlders into their country, hoping (against all the evidence) that the Magic Dirt Theory will work this time. And when some of the locals in ScandiLand do wake up and smell the coffee, their governments’ response is all too predictable.
No Kidding
Every so often, even Nancy Pelosi is going to get one thing right (although not in the sense that the corrupt old Marxist bitch means it):
‘Civilization as We Know It Is at Stake’ in 2020 Election
Oh, we know that, Granny Guevara. On the one hand, we’ll have a free-market economy with an ever-dwindling government regulatory burden, a robust energy industry un-crippled by spurious ecological regulation, and an increase in manufacturing jobs as companies quit the ruinous globalization process. Still on that hand, we’ll have a stronger, more coherent foreign policy backed by a powerful military, containment of oppressive regimes and a lessening of danger from Islamist extremism. Yet more on that hand, we’ll have stronger border enforcement with implications that lessen crime, disease and extremist incursions and increase employment prospects for U.S. citizens. Even more on that hand, we will have a population that enjoys increased personal freedoms that include gun ownership, the right to choose our own medical care, and a smaller federal tax burden. All that is the “civilization as we know it”, which was the essence of the republic given to us by the Founding Fathers and our Constitution.
On the other hand: if you Commie cocksuckers come to power we’ll have none of the above, and our country will more closely resemble Cuba, Venezuela, and the old Soviet Union.
The choice we face in the 2020 elections could not be clearer.
More Busybodies
Oh NOES we’re not going to meet our gooooooooooaaaaaaaallll!
Not a single country is on course to meet targets to reverse spiralling obesity rates by 2025, a damning report has revealed.
Countries are ‘worryingly off-track’ to meet World Health Organization targets agreed to by member states, according to the World Obesity Federation (WOF).
Research suggests there is a less than a 10 per cent chance the world will meet targets within five years, while the UK and US have zero chance.
Around 200 countries had pledged to significantly cut their obesity levels by making sure levels didn’t rise any more from 2010.
Wait just a fucking minute. “World Obesity Federation”? When the hell did this quango come into being, how is it funded, and how much do its members get paid?
I am so sick of self-important fuckwits telling me how to live my life: what to eat and drink, how to spend my money, when I can do this or that, what cars should look like, how much water toilets may use when flushed, where I can and can’t shoot my guns, what light bulbs I can and can’t use, et cetera, et cetera, et fucking cetera.
The world is getting fatter because people are no longer two meals away from starvation (which was the case for pretty much most of human existence until about 1970), and our metabolisms haven’t adjusted — because this stuff takes a lot longer than a few years, and it does not respond to scolding, shaming and guilt-making.
“Oh but that’s unhealthy and if you don’t do what we tell you, you’re gonna diiieeee!” comes the perpetual whine of Busybodies International (the parent company of the World Obesity Federation, also of the Federal Highway Administration, the Food & Drug Administration, et al.)
Well, to use a Texas expression: fuck all y’all.
It’s a little early to have another pint of gin, but it’s never too early for one of of these:
Back in a bit.
Overriding The Vote
Ordinarily, I have the same degree of interest in Democrat Party election processes as I do in, say, fungal growth [there are some similarities]. But if I read this right, it seems that the “candidates” can go to all the trouble and expense of running campaigns in the primaries, arrive at the convention center with all the state delegates they’ve acquired through their wins at the polls… and then get told to fuck off because the Democrats have something called “super delegates” who are not elected, but who appear to function as some kind of overriding process so that if the Democrat voters elect a fucking nutcase (like, say, Bernie Commie Bastard Sanders), these super-delegates can just put their collective thumb on the scales and elect someone else.
Did I get this right?
Wow… small wonder, then, that Hillary Bitch Clinton (who benefited from just this process in 2016) has essentially told Breadline Bernie that he is never going to get the nomination, despite the number of electoral delegates he might bring to the convention (again).
And this is the same party who wants to impose this bullshit on national elections.
All I can hope is that the Socialist convention in Milwaukee ends up as a furious melee between the Bernie fanatics and the “regular” [snort] delegates. Fistfights, tear gas, cops wading in with nightsticks — Chicago 1968 all over again — which might actually make me watch the thing.
My only problem is that I tend to clean my guns while I watch Democrats on TV, and gun oil doesn’t taste good with popcorn.