Stuff that makes me laugh
I can earnestly recommend Lord HardThrasher’s series on the Allied bombing campaign in WWII Europe. (He sounds exactly like Mr. Free Market would sound, if Mr. FM could be arsed to do a show about the military.)
He spares nobody, and I mean nobody. (Ignore the occasional anti-Trump digs; he’s just swinging his saber indiscriminately.) He is, of course, especially scornful of the Nazis.
Greatest Living English Historian? I report, you decide.
Here we go again:
I don’t care about the story’s content or subject — on my interest scale, the hobbies of little fegelehs who jump into water rank somewhere below the sex lives of tarantulas — but FFS.
The knitting term is “PURL” and not “pearl”, you illiterate fucking scum of the earth.
There will come a time when I go over to Britishland and pay a visit to the offices of the Daily Mail, carrying my trusty cricket bat. It will not be a pleasant site*.
*I know. I just thought I’d pass it on. Or you can take it as a pun. Whatever.
Yeah well, screw the Gummint. Stale bread is horrible. As is the news this week.
...I’m so old, I remember the regulation mandating that any federal employee found delinquent in their taxes be summarily fired.
In Election News:
...guilt about what? Civilization? Ending slavery? [3,000 other random benefits to mankind omitted for space reasons… and while we’re there, space travel as well]
...hope he got that in cash. Just sayin’.
Keeping the assholes at bay:
...don’t fuck mess with Texas.
In Global Jew Hate News:
...and when they get all revolutionary and jihad-y, it will make it easier to nuke them right there.
And:
...I’d have put them side by side, but no doubt the Izzies would have been equally offended.
In The Great Cultural Assimilation Project©:
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Let’s hear it for Global Warming Climate Cooling Change©:
...and nobody (except anyone with common sense) saw it coming.
And contemplating the naval:
...actually, they’re just hiding them from Ukrainian drones.
...and about time.
Let’s see what inane shit comes out of 
...and just so we all know, “soft swinging” is defined as having sex with your regular partner in the same room with others also having sex with their partners, but without swapsies. No big deal; our close circle of friends did it all the way through college, back in the ’70s. It was kinda fun.
And in Romance News:
...and for those of you who had forgotten about Lucy (and shame in you if you did), here’s a little memory-jogger or two:
And I believe that’s about all the silly news we can handle for now.
We now move, temporarily. away from nudity-based caption-worthy pics and back to the normal insanity.
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As any fule kno, I yield to no man for the love of my adopted country. I am an American by choice, and doubleplusproud I am to be that.
However: there are three things peculiar to the U.S. that got up my nose soon after I arrived here, and they have continued to bug the hell out of me ever since.
1) Date format: I know that we can do pretty much anything we want because Murka, but FFS why do we insist on mm/dd/yy (or /yyyy ever since Y2K) when the rest of the world uses dd/mm/yyyy? It makes no sense, forces one to insert an unnecessary comma when writing out the date — e.g. November 19 COMMA 2024, to prevent numbers running into each other — when going with the universal format would just make things easier. For everybody.
2) Gallons: I have no problem with using Imperial weights and measures, because they make things easier for everyday life over the artificial metric system. But why the hell do we have a liquid gallon that is smaller than the Imperial gallon? I was looking at a lovely old car’s specs the other day, and saw that it had a “tiny” 15-gallon fuel tank — and then realized that it was a Jaguar, and they were quoting Imperial gallons (in this case 18 U.S. gallons). I mean, we don’t have a mile that’s shorter than an Imperial mile — we could just go metric for that, don’t get me started — so why a use a smaller gallon measure?
3) Floor numbers: When you step into an elevator / lift in any developed country outside the U.S., you see the selector thus:
…but in the U.S., it’s: 
Why no ground floor? Once again, it’s something we do that nobody else does, and it often leads to confusion when talking to a non-Murkin. FFS, every building has a floor that’s at ground-level, so why not use the “G” and say “ground floor”?
No doubt there are all sorts of sound reasons why we Murkins have gone our own way — and don’t get me wrong, I have absolutely no problem with that mindset, e.g.:
…but I do need to wave my hands when such non-conformity makes absolutely no sense at all.
In all three of the above cases.