From Insty, his own self:
“A government that feels threatened by these books is a government that deserves to be overthrown.”
And Orwell’s 1984 is doubleplusungood because it’s their proprietary instruction manual.
From Insty, his own self:
“A government that feels threatened by these books is a government that deserves to be overthrown.”
And Orwell’s 1984 is doubleplusungood because it’s their proprietary instruction manual.
I see that The Greatest Living Englishman will be back for a third season of Clarkson’s Farm, and I couldn’t be happier.
Having just binge-watched Season Two (on Amazon Prime), however, I must say that I now understand why Brits aren’t allowed to own AK-47s — because after watching the show-behind-the-show (Jeremy’s clashes with Parliament, the West Oxfordshire Council, and the local village council) which explains in excruciating detail how Britain’s farmers are being fucked six ways to Sunday by all the above, all I wanted to do was reach for mine and do a little hunting.
And not badgers, although they too need to be exterminated. Badgers spread bovine TB, but they’re protected ergo you can’t kill them, so if you’re a cattle farmer, you are essentially powerless and you’re going to go out of business.
Time after time, Jeremy’s attempts to make his farm at least marginally profitable are thwarted by bureaucracy — good grief, just his struggle to “register” newborn calves with their unique ID codes (quoi?) had me climbing out of my seat in frustration. But then there’s this:
Council: All the farm store’s customers’ cars are parking on the roadside verges and causing traffic problems.
Clarkson: Can I put in a gravel parking lot on my own land to accommodate them and end the problem?
Council: No.
And then:
Clarkson: Can I build a small restaurant (using an existing building) that will provide jobs for locals and help the local farmers, all of whom are going to go bankrupt because of government-created problems?
Council: No.
Clarkson: Why not?
Council: Because you don’t have a parking lot to hold the customers’ cars.
If you haven’t watched the series yet, you should — if not at home (because you don’t have Doubleplusgood-Bezos), then at a friend’s- or family member’s house. Apart from the frustrated hatred the show engenders, it’s also wonderfully funny, in a way that only Clarkson can create.
Just lock the guns away first, or a new TV might be in your future.
As always, Gummint wants to control our lives more and more, even if only on an annual basis:
Health officials announced Monday they want to make coronavirus booster vaccinations an annual event in America, renewing a call first made by President Joe Biden.
I have an annual flu shot because they seem to work, and more importantly don’t put me at increased risk of a heart attack — something which seems to be becoming more and more prevalent with Covid “vaccines”. Also, they’re not compulsory.
So herewith my response to the “officials” and their annual Covid shots:
I’d like to say “Better late than never” but I’d rather just mail all their severed heads to their next-of-kin:
President Joe Biden’s Energy Department quietly published a congressionally mandated report in December showing the president revoking the Keystone XL Pipeline federal permits cost thousands of jobs and billions of dollars.
Yeah, we all knew that at the time — especially all the workers who were laid off because of Fuck Joe Biden’s little ego trip.
More insanity from San Francisco:
A San Francisco reparations committee proposed a plan to city officials last month that would pay longtime black residents of the Northern California metropolitan city $5 million each while granting total debt forgiveness for facing decades of “systematic repression.”
The San Francisco African American Reparations Advisory Committee submitted the report to the Board of Supervisors just before the New Year, which addresses public policies created to “subjugate” black residents in the Bay Area city and includes a list of financial compensation, such as the lump-sum reparations payment of $5 million to each eligible individual.
“Centuries of harm and destruction of Black lives, Black bodies, and Black communities should be met with centuries of repair,” Eric McDonnell, committee chair, told The San Francisco Chronicle. “If you look at San Francisco, it’s very much a tale of two cities.”
Unfortunately, unlike in the Dickens novel, there will be no guillotines.
As for who qualifies for this oh-so generous handout: well, pretty much everyone.
Such residents who qualify for the payment must meet at least two criteria from a list of requirements, which include applicants to be at least 18 years old at the time the city enacts the committee’s proposal, have identified as black or African American on public documents for at least ten years, and prove they were born in the city between 1940 and 1996.
Other requirements from the report include residents that have lived in San Francisco for at least 13 years or personally been incarcerated — or the direct descendant of someone imprisoned — during the War on Drugs, which U.S. Pres. Richard Nixon declared in 1971.
And how are they going to fund this virtue-signaling generosity?
[thunderous crickets, with scattered murmurs of “higher taxes”…]
Never an errant 12.5 Richter-scale earthquake when you need one, is there?