Looks like the LGBTOSTFU crowd has managed to get Chick-fil-A to close its first and only restaurant in Britishland.
As I pointed out to Mr. Free Market, The Englishman and Mrs. Sor in my email to them (entitled Homos 1, Good Guys 0), all this means is that the Brits (and especially the Sorensons, who live in Reading) will be denied probably the world’s best fried chicken. Because, according to the freaks & loonies, the chain does eeevil and nasty stuff:
Reading Pride charged that the fast food chain’s charitable foundation “still supports questionable charities.” In particular, the LGBT activist group faulted the WinShape Foundation for donating $1.6 million to the Fellowship of Christian Athletes and $150,000 to the Salvation Army in 2017.
Reading Pride quoted the Fellowship of Christian Athletes’ statement of faith: “We believe God’s design for sexual intimacy is to be expressed only within the context of marriage. God instituted marriage between one man and one woman as the foundation of the family and the basic structure of human society. For this reason, we believe that marriage is exclusively the union of one man and one woman.”
As everyone knows, I am no Christian. Nevertheless, I think I’ll go and get some nuggets — probably a double order, to make up for their losses in the UK — at the Chick-fil-A up the road, just in sympathy.
And then I’ll be off to the range. Do thou the same, O My Readers.
City Journal puts men’s magazines under the microscope, and doesn’t like what it sees:
In a tough media environment, men’s magazines are suffering more than most. Some—notably, Playboy and Esquire—appear to have decided that appealing primarily to men is no longer the best way forward.
Yeah, good luck with that, assholes, and watch your readership (and business) disappear. Good-bye and good riddance.
Come to think of it, this humble website offers more to men than any of the glossy so-called “men’s” magazines. On these electronic pages can be found pictorials of topics wanted by men: guns, cars, women, food, booze and articles including straightforward political discussion, cultural content — such as the occasional review of movies, music and fine art — and even historical analysis, all on a daily (not monthly or quarterly) basis. Oh, and no ads.
And it’s free, except for voluntary contributions (thankee).
Heard on a radio show the morning after a tornado hit north Dallas and took out houses in Preston Hollow, a ritzy neighborhood:
“That area’s so exclusive, even the Fire Department’s phone number is unlisted.”
This happened about ten miles south of us, which sounds close but isn’t. (Plano seldom gets hit by violent storms, possibly because the insurance payouts would put the companies out of business. Worst that ever happened to our old Plano house was a tree getting decapitated in the front yard, and on another occasion, high winds driving the rain sideways into the roof, lifting shingles and causing a leak indoors.)
Night before last, the only thing that happened to us was a momentary power failure — enough to make my garage door opener lock up, and the electric security gate ditto. Enter manual labor (not mine, the Mexican maintenance team’s).
Oh, yeah: President Trump was in Dallas for a campaign stop a couple days ago, but the two events are probably coincidental, no matter what the Jackals Of The Press may say.
Amidst this whole LGBTOSTFU nonsense, I would have thought that certain biological manifestations were pretty much set in stone, so to speak — such as women’s menstrual periods. Apparently not:
Transgender lobby forces sanitary towel-maker Always to ditch Venus logo from its products
…the decision [was made] by makers Procter & Gamble (P&G) to kowtow to trans activists who were born female and still use sanitary products.
So let’s get this straight (ahem): someone born a woman who “transitions” into a man will get offended by the Venus logo? Because gawd forbid a dude should get his eyes crossed by having to use a sanitary towel with a drawing on its label?
After I stopped laughing, I decided on the following policy.
As far as I’m concerned, if you still have a penis, you’re a man, no matter what the rest of your body looks like. (That means you,
Caitlin Bruce Jenner, even if you were voted Woman of the Year by some morons.) And if you call yourself Macho Man, feel like a man (whatever that means) but still have a functioning vagina needing tampons etc., you’re still a woman.
End of story, end of statement, end of this fucking insanity.
From the much-reviled Puritans (very relevant at this time of the year):
Puritans believed it was also “to knit the heart of a husband to wife,” a charming thought. One of the supposedly oppressive rules of the Puritans was that men should not get away with taking advantage of women. They were strict. They did not believe that a man and woman who were not husband and wife should be alone together, because they thought the temptation was likely to be too much for one or both of them. We threw that rule out, and guess what? It turns out it has a good deal of truth to it. Just because adultery does not occur in 100% of such situations, or even 30% does not mean it doesn’t happen more than is good for both individuals and society as a whole… [Puritans] did not foreswear the flesh, they merely believed it should be held under short rein.
So many of the “old social rules” which have been weakened and eventually discarded have, over time, been seen to be not only sensible, but whose absence has been very harmful to society.
But with the modern world’s insistence that we never ever ever go back to the old ways because that would be [pick any or all as appropriate] reactionary, racist, hateful, intolerant, intolerant, silly, White hegemony, patriarchal and in general doubleplusungood, I’m gloomy about the chances of our ever reinstating any of those old customs, rules and mores.
Even if going back would be beneficial to, oh, just about everybody.
I think I’ll go to the range this afternoon. That usually dispels my gloom.
I know exactly how ol’ Hugh feels… especially after having had his eardrums blown out at the movies.
So let’s get with the laughter-injections:
Ditto Dallas, and north Texas in general. Looks like the Dallas North Tollway at 7.00am or 6.00pm, only with fewer pickup trucks. And matters aren’t helped by things like this:
Meanwhile, in Wyoming:
But what the hell, let’s stop traffic with a little glimpse of something out of Louisiana named Katherine LaNasa:
Keep your eyes on the road, folks…
Made ya look.