From a couple of my Longtime Brit Friends, concerning the ultra-woke F1 driver Lewis Hamilton:
My, my…
Afterthought: I can name all but the kid in the Rothmans kit. Anyone have an idea?
From a couple of my Longtime Brit Friends, concerning the ultra-woke F1 driver Lewis Hamilton:
My, my…
Afterthought: I can name all but the kid in the Rothmans kit. Anyone have an idea?
It’s not often that a post falls into so many of my categories (see above), but this one certainly does:
Actions have consequences. So do inactions. Just ask Minnesota Governor Tim Walz. Walz had asked the federal government for $500 million to help the city of Minneapolis rebuild after riots destroyed or damaged more than 1500 buildings. The government refused.
Excuse me for a moment…
Ooooh, the Schadenboner is great with this one — all the more so when we hear the sniffling and whining:
“The Governor is disappointed that the federal government declined his request for financial support,” Minnesota Gov. Tim Walz’s office said in a statement. “As we navigate one of the most difficult periods in our state’s history, we look for support from our federal government to help us through.”
…and the response:
In a statement, a FEMA rep confirmed the request had been denied, saying it was determined that “the impact to public infrastructure is within the capabilities of the local and state governments to recover from.”
Yup. You fucking loony Lefties thought you could fuck around and play your little utopian games without consequences, and now you’re going to have to pay for the repairs yourselves.
And for those who think that this will cause Trump to lose Minnesota in November: the people who are in the deepest shit now weren’t going to vote for Trump anyway, and the right-thinking people of Minnesota are probably just as pissed off with Walz and his cronies as everyone outside the state is. In the cold-blooded electoral calculus, this will probably turn out to help Trump, not only in Minnesota but everywhere else. The Left needs to have the effects of their lunacy and misgovernment rubbed in their noses good and hard, and most of all, publicly.
Wait till New York hands in its bill… if they have the nerve to do so, after this.
In the meantime, I’m going to have a couple-three quiet lunchtime cocktails of this stuff.
I see that GeorgiaGov Kemp has mobilized the state’s National Guard:
“Peaceful protests were hijacked by criminals with a dangerous, destructive agenda. Now, innocent Georgians are being targeted, shot, and left for dead,” Kemp said in a statement Monday. “This lawlessness must be stopped and order restored in our capital city.”
The National Guard troops will “provide support” at state buildings, including the Georgia State Capitol, Georgia Department of Public Safety Headquarters, and Governor’s Mansion, the governor’s statement said. The additional support is aimed at freeing up state law enforcement to increase patrols on roads and in communities, particularly in Atlanta.
I wish the Guard wasn’t being sent to protect the governor’s mansion; I’d pay good money to see Kemp himself standing outside the place, holding an Evil Black Rifle like that muppet in St. Louis.
…never mind the day. From Sheriff Darryl Daniels of Clay County FL, in an open message to the BLM/anarchists:
“If we can’t handle you, you know what I’ll do? I will exercise the power and authority as the sheriff, and I will make special deputies of every lawful gun owner in this county. And I’ll deputize them for this one purpose: to stand in the gap between lawlessness and civility. That’s what we’re sworn to do, and that’s what we’re going to do. You’ve been warned.”
If I lived in Clay Co FL, I’d be volunteering my services as we speak. I bet their phone lines are jammed.
Haven’t done one of these for a while, so:
A 72-year-old homeowner shot and killed an alleged intruder he discovered in his Nashville, Tennessee, home Wednesday morning.
WSMV reports the incident occurred around 5:30 a.m., when the homeowner, Henry Schuster, returned to his house after eating breakfast.
Schuster told police he noticed the screen from his kitchen window had been removed, making him suspect someone had made entry into the home through it. Schuster then pulled his gun and conducted a room-to-room check through the house.
When he entered the bathroom 27-year-old Taylor Lowery was allegedly there and “lunged at him grabbing for the gun.”
Schuster responded by shooting Lowery, fatally wounding him.
[pause to let the raucous cheers and rude catcalls die down]
You know it’s going to end well for people like Our Hero when the cops come into the room, take one look at the corpus delicti and say, “Yep. Thought it might be him.”
Note that the news report doesn’t say if The Late Choirboy was Black or White, which doesn’t matter, of course: scum is scum, and people who need killing need killing, regardless of race, creed or color.
All violent criminals’ lives don’t matter.
In one of my favorite scenes in Bull Durham, Crash Davis upbraids rookie Nuke LaLouche for having filthy shower shoes along these lines: “When you’re in the Majors, you can have dirty shower shoes and they’ll call you ‘eccentric’. Until that time, you’re just a slob.”
Nuke’s not alone. The awful Gwyneth Paltrow, for example, is often called “eccentric” by the fools in the entertainment media; but what doesn’t show in the photographs is that because she hardly ever showers or uses deodorant, she has body odor that can stop a buffalo. Ditto Johnny Depp, who seems to confuse his Jack Sparrow character with real life. Apparently he seldom brushes his teeth, which means the unfortunate female co-stars who have to kiss him in a love scene should demand danger pay because of his toxic bad breath.
They’re not eccentric; they’re just slobs.
I love eccentric people — or to be precise, I love people who do eccentric things. The above two don’t qualify, but the other night I watched a Brit TV series called A Stitch in Time, in which a “fashion historian” gets period clothing made for her by a team of seamstresses so that she can see what is must have been like to wear them. But the seamstresses don’t make the clothing using modern technology or material; they make them by hand, using only the tools and materials available at the time. So, for example, cotton thread has to be run through wax so that it doesn’t fray or come apart, and buttons and such have to be manufactured to be as historically accurate as possible. (New Wife was astonished that I would not only watch such a show, but enjoy it utterly; but as I explained to her, I’m a historian, and seeing how clothing was made and worn is as interesting to me as seeing how contemporaneous weapons were made and used. It’s all history, and I’m quite promiscuous about the topics thereof.)
And they were very ambitious projects. Here are a couple of the dresses they made:
The Amalfini Portrait
La Chemise De La Reine
What I loved about the show was not just the garments, lovely though they were. What got to me was that this group of seamstresses has spent literally decades learning how people made clothing in every period of history, not just contenting themselves with the tailoring skills, but learning all about the materials, the dyeing processes and the constraints which faced the tailors and seamstresses of the various eras.
And it wasn’t just them. At one point, the head seamstress pulled a book off the (very full) shelf, and I caught the title of the book next door to it, entitled something like “Dressing Customs In The Restoration”. I asked myself: “Who would be driven to write a book like that?” And there were lots of books on the shelves, in similar vein.
That, my friends, is true eccentricity: doing something that’s so different, so outside the modern idiom that perhaps only a few people in the whole world have done it, let alone mastered it.
Here’s another example of eccentricity:
A Victorian-obsessed graduate has snubbed the 9-5 life to pursue her dream of living like a 19th century duchess in a country mansion.
Jacqueline Brown, 25, from St. Louis City, Missouri always thought she’d take an office job after university, but decided to pursue her passion for the Victorian era after coming across the opportunity to be the live-in caretaker of a 19th century manor house.
The graphic design graduate, who estimates she has spent over $5,000 on period clothing in the last three years, whiles away her days showing guests around the 1853-built Oakland House and tending to the property’s upkeep.
And her time staying at the house has made Jacqueline re-think her ambitions and she now hopes to move to the home of the Victorians themselves — Britain — to work in a museum devoted to her favorite period in history.
Here she is:
Jacqueline said: ‘Living in a Victorian mansion was never my original career plan, but it has allowed me the opportunity to live my dream.
“I’ve been the caretaker here for just under two years and I don’t want to leave. I’m in love with everything about the Victorian era. The clothing is my favorite thing. I love the shape of the dresses. I love that women were feminine and I love the romance of courtship. I try and dress in a historical way whatever I’m doing and I almost never wear trousers.”
Is this not wonderful, this eccentricity? Is she not magnificent?
I have often said that if it were possible, I’d like to live as a gentleman in the Edwardian era (1900-1913) in Britain or the U.S., because I like everything about the period: the manners, the clothing, the way of life, the conservative outlook, everything. I might not live that life openly — I don’t wear the clothing and so on — but in every other way, I am as obsessed with the period as young Jacqueline is about the Victorians. I’m not eccentric, at least not truly eccentric.
Compared to the people above, I’m nothing. But at least I am never a slob.
A Stitch In Time is on Amazon Prime. And by the way, I always believed that the merchant’s wife in the first painting was pregnant. She isn’t. Watch the show to see why.