Stuff that makes me laugh
Yup. So let’s get the giggles going, because how else to cope (other than with gunfire, that is), when the week looks like going down the toilet already?
Here’s an interesting take on signs or doorknobs for the bathrooms:
Leave Australia, and never come back.
So finish that bath and get on with it:
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…leading to the question: why the fuck did they get stimulus checks to start off with? (This is the same government that the Left wants to run healthcare and pretty much everything else.)
…to which my response is: fuck off, Dumbledore.
…which is what happens when you give low-level flunkies power over other people by over-broad restrictions.
…and whoever is making these claims should be flogged in the public square. Especially if they’re non-Europeans wearing jeans and using cell phones.
…which is okay. We Murkins have other places we can visit, until the Euros come to their senses and decide they can’t do without out Yankee tourist dollars. And we may or may not come back, because if we want to see anarchist punks rioting in cities, we can do that right here by visiting Seattle, Austin or New York.
And now three related headlines:
…and to paraphrase some other smart guy: Don’t trust Pakistan. Pakistan is asshole.
…yeah, I know it’s satire. Fake, but accurate.
…somebody needs to remind me why we don’t impose mandatory execution of people convicted of this. Maybe that would shut these fucking perverts up.
…to the surprise of precisely… nobody.
And now, one example of how to do things properly:
…and another way which will lead to failure:
…which would be like going to a restaurant, but not being allowed to eat or drink anything. Morons.
Reader and Buddy FredZ sends this to me from the Great White Space.
I absolutely cannot imagine any activity more Canadian.
With all this talk of slavery going around, it means it’s time to remind all you peasants that it’s time to get back to work for The Man:
…just so you can pay taxes to the Gummint (I’m going to quit now, before people start committing suicide). Anyway, considering my issues with Microfuckingsoft last week:
Enough of that shit. Let’s explore more heartwarming things:
…and double the child support.
Wait, I need the Stars ‘n Bars to make this post complete.
Have fun taunting the Lefties, y’all.
From The Coldly Furious One, speaking of NASCAR’s ritual self-abasement over nothing:
For the bigwigs at NOOSCAR, it’s extremely difficult to see a downside: they get to piously denounce all those icky, beer-swilling rednecks and their disgusting Rebel flags, suck up to their anticipated new audience of Nee-grows and the white SJWs who take a knee for them, and establish their PC bona-fides without breaking a real sweat. For that, they’ll gladly throw a nonentity like “Bubba” onto the pyre, strike a match, and send his ass floating off downriver.
Nice try and all, but it’s not going to work. And that serves ’em right, far as I’m concerned.
Ditto for the NFL. Both organizations, flush with TV money, don’t seem to give a rat’s ass about their actual audience.
Naturally, this whole thing is irrelevant to me, as I don’t follow either sport (being of the Europhile heritage, prefer the actual football, and Formula 1). So I can look at the situation dispassionately and with quiet amusement, treating the doings of both as a marketing exercise.
Not that football and Formula 1 are paragons of righteousness, of course; I expect them both to succumb to the blowjobs demanded of them by the various foul organizations such as BLM, feminism and Pantifa and their loathsome offshoots.
The nice thing about supporting a sport, however, is that participation is purely voluntary and money not spent on an NFL Redzone subscription can just be spent on ammunition or a new gun — which will really piss off all the Commies. And as for NASCAR:
