Tag: Regrettable Acts

Can’t Go, Might Go, Won’t Go

Entertainment, Health, Nannies

Via Insty:

Dallas International Guitar Festival (DIGF) is back at Dallas Market Hall April 30-May 2. The world’s largest and oldest guitar show is excited to emerge from their cocoon after a year-long quarantine caused by the pandemic.

Fantastic.  I wasn’t going to be able to go because I would have been at Boomershoot;  but subsequent events made it possible for me to go this year.

However.

Dallas Market Hall will still have a mask mandate in place during the event. Masks, along with social distancing, will be a requirement.

Fuck you.  I’ve been vaccinated, I’m sick of people telling me to do stupid shit when it’s all unwarranted, and I refuse to wear a face condom anymore, anywhere.  Maybe next year, then.  Or not.

As for this:

“[All this nonsense] will help on-site attendees and exhibitors feel more safe and comfortable attending the Dallas International Guitar Festival this year.”

And fuck their paranoia and need for a security blanket, too.

Acting Regal

Pussification Parade

There are times when I wish that modern royalty would act like earlier kings and queens, especially when nonsense like this gets put about:

A Buckingham Palace spokesperson said tonight: ‘We have made it very clear that the [Duke’s funeral] service will be Covid compliant.’
It was revealed that the Queen may have to wear a mask at Prince Philip’s funeral due to the current Covid restrictions.
The Queen may also have to sit on her own at the funeral due to rules which mean those attending services must remain separated from other households.
Royals could be banned from singing hymns due to Covid restrictions.

And what if she doesn’t want to do any of that?  Are the Filth going to act like they usually do when faced with disobedience?

Wouldn’t you love it if some Dickless Tracy tried to interfere with the funeral service brandishing a pair of handcuffs, and Her Majesty just whipped out a sabre and beheaded her?

Sorry, I went off to a warm and happy place there for a moment… Edward The First would approve.

Screwing Up The Brand (2)

Marketing / Advertising

Following on from yesterday’s post about Stella Artois peeing in their own soup comes yet another example of marketing silliness:

Country star Luke Combs has apologized for appearing with Confederate flags, saying he is now aware of how painful that flag is.

Ummm Luke, bubba:  the Confederate flag may be painful to some, but it is not painful to your audience.

And just so we’re clear on the concept:  that “audience” would be the folks who buy your albums, attend your concerts and wear your T-shirts;  and in a pure head count they probably outnumber the flag-hating weenies by 25,000 : 1.

Now I don’t know if continuing to display the Stars and Bars at your concerts would disenchant folks in the crowd — just in passing, I bet your next concert will reveal an absolute sea of Confederate flags in the audience — but I’m pretty sure that a whole bunch of your fans are going to be mightily pissed off that you took a knee towards the Politically-Correct Set.

And the problem with doing that is that these woke bastards are never satisfied, especially after you do it once.  Expect your lyrics to come under scrutiny from now on:  references to cheating women will be labeled “gender-hatred”, singing about booze will be considered as encouraging alcoholism, and forget your pickup truck, that gas-guzzling ozone-destroying monster.

And if a country singer can’t sing about love, booze and trucks, there’s fuck-all left for him to sing about.

Oh, and a postscript:  just wait till the vegans see this pic…

I should also point out that until I wrote this post, I’d never heard of Luke Combs.