News Roundup

And speaking of dildos:

From the Woke News Desk:


...I know, I know:  these roundups are meant to be bad news.  And:


...and if ever there was a company that shouldn’t have done this nonsense at all...


...thus alienating all three of their hardcore LGBTOSTFU fans.

And in Global Cooling Climate Warming Change© News:


...just another moment of idiocy among thousands of hours of the same.


...hammering the point home, so to speak.

In The Great Cultural Assimilation Project© News:


...questions?  Yes, you in the back?  Ummm yes I think that being tossed out of helicopters at 500 feet above shark-infested waters may also be somewhat offensive to them.


...see above (and below).


...keyword:  Massachusetts.

And in parallel news:


...sorry, Ramiro:  finding Jesus and being regretful may help you later, just not with the Texas justice system right now.  Adios, asshole.

Still on crime matters:


...wait, what was the middle bit, again?

In Election News:


...well okay, except:


...not that they would ever be bothered by any inconvenient laws, or anything.  Still, let me be out there first:  Biden Didn’t Kill Himself.

In Miscellaneous News:


...no link because mass vomiting.

And now, some truly
(featuring EXTRA Kardashian!)
        …ummm no.  

...if it hasn’t by now, Toots, it ain’t gonna.

And in Celebrity Gossip:


...and, according to her one-time boyfriend, sexually insatiable as well:

Who knew that about Winona Ryder?

And that’s all the news fit to complain about.

News Roundup

And still talking a load of Bols:

From the Everybody Panic!!! Department:


...that’s “monkeypox” to you and me, but it was changed to “Mpox” lest Al Sharpton got offended.

In the Department of Health:


From Straight Talk Central:


...of course he’s right, but that’s soooo intolerant not to mention rayciss.  And speaking of raycissm:


...so is the U.S. Olympic Basketball team proof of Reconstruction legacy, then?  Asking for a friend.

From the War Department:


...and why not?  Are they not the equals of men?
#MeToo


...and let’s draft her first.
#WaitWhat #ElvisPresley

From the Travel Agency:


...and all that money wasted on a Third World airport.

From the Ministry of Truth:


...if he were the President of the Planet Zarg, perhaps.  But here on Planet Earth:


...I wonder how he got that done?

In Election News:


...can’t keep a good woman down, can ya?


...guess he discovered the truth of Hymietown.  [/Jesse Jackson]  Also:


“but but but the Jews have always voted for us before!”

Let’s indulge in some contemplation of 

   

   ...when life imitates The Matrix.


...never mind the heartbreak, here’s the lissome Olivia:

And that’s all the news worth spreading.

Here Comes Another One

It will help if while reading this piece, you hum the tune to the above title (as recorded by Monty Python on their final album).

It was only last week when I slotted this little item into a News Roundup:

…and here’s an update, with a younger member of the Nostradamus Tribe being a little more cagey, timewise:

A man who has been dubbed the ‘living Nostradamus’ claims ‘the worst is yet to come’, suggesting the world is teetering on the edge of WWIII.  

Athos Salomé, 36, who is a trained parapsychologist from Brazil, is often referred to as a psychic due to the accuracy of his insights and predictions, after previously foreseeing the coronavirus pandemic, Elon Musk buying Twitter, now called X, and even Queen Elizabeth II’s death.

Now, as people worry about the escalation of conflicts and humanitarian crises, he warns that ‘a small incident’ could set off a series of terrifying events. 

Key phrase:  “trained parapsychologist” (one could be snarky and add “Brazil”, but if we’ve learned anything, it’s that these loons can pop up anywhere).

If these Nostradami actually worked as advertised, they wouldn’t be hammering on about global catastrophes — at least, I wouldn’t, if endowed with these magical powers.

I certainly wouldn’t be blathering on vaguely about nonsense like “And there shall be a great pestilence come upon the land” [at some unmentioned date, in some unmentioned country].

No, I would be ensconced in the Presidential Suite at the Hôtel de Paris in Monte Carlo, paying for my accommodation (not to mention more than a few unsavory indulgences) by plonking a grand or so on 27 at the Casino’s roulette wheel each night.  That’s at least a useful application of the magic power, and not providing fodder for some crappy newspaper’s This Week’s Things To Panic About! section.

But perhaps I’m being too dismissive.

Sarajevo, anyone?  As Bismarck once said, it will be just some damn thing in the Balkans… now that was an accurate prediction.

Quote Of The Day

From Andrew Ashworth:

“Last night I had dinner with my boss and his wife. It was a complete disaster. The wife asked me: ‘How many potatoes would you like?’ and I said: ‘I’ll just have one, thanks’. She said: ‘It’s all right, you don’t have to be polite,’ and I said: ‘OK then, I’ll just have one, you stupid cow’.”

Okay, it’s really just an old joke but it made me chortle.