So here’s a cute little thing on Twatter:
What amuses me is that the people who post shit like this are not going to be the ones throwing bricks.
Okay. So if you’re going to resort to hurling dangerous-if-not-lethal objects at us, then you’ll have no problem with us using dangerous-if-not-lethal bullets against you?
I repeat, for the umpteenth time: are you Leftist lunatics absolutely sure you want to start down this road?
All the Democratic-Socialist candidates arrive for the next debate:
Oy. (watch the video as long as you can)
Let the merriment begin…
Car&Driver magazine took the hotter-than-fire Alfa Romeo Giulia Quadrifoglio for an extended 40,000-mile test, and it broke their tiny little hearts.
Why so? Well, to anyone who’s ever owned or driven an Alfa Romeo for any length of time, it’s quite simple, really:
Of course the electricals were going to fail — and of course the hoses weren’t going to be properly clamped, and of course the indicator lever was going to snap in your hand like a piece of raw spaghetti, and of course the door-handles and gear knob were going to come off in your hand — wait, the last three didn’t happen?
Actually, by normal Alfa Romeo standards then, the little Giulia QF is quite reliable.
Here’s the thing: the more complicated cars become, the greater the chance that things will go wrong. (Hell, my rock-solid-reliable VW Tiguan has a faulty tire-pressure sensor, and a dicky coolant sensor needs replacing as well — granted, these after 85,000 miles, but still.)
Now add that greater complication to an Italian car — especially any Alfa Romeo — and the chance of things breaking will increase exponentially. All those electrical- and electronic doodads are simply begging to fail, and the more of them there are… well, clearly Car&Driver didn’t get the memo.
Read the linked article for the testers’ comments, which are priceless. My favorite:
Just a prediction: Nobody is going to buy this car when we are done with it.
Wrong. Serious Alfa Romeo fans will read the critique and see that in just over a year, the car was in the shop for a total of three months. Then they’ll shrug and say, “I wonder if I can get it in green?” (Answer: no.)
Silly rabbits.
“Is it just me? Or is raw onion in salad the work of the devil?”
Then follows hundreds of words of unnecessary justification.
I’ve heard of people who can eat an onion like one eats an apple, and I’m glad they’re identified so I can avoid them. It’s akin to munching on cloves of raw garlic: anti-social and disgusting.
Raw onion is foul — it smells like unwashed armpits, and it has no place in a mixed salad. Period, end of statement.
…as evidenced by the headline for this article, discussing a little hissy-fit at the big Fag Fest LGBTOSTFU celebration in NYFC:
Tensions between trans women and gay men boil over at Stonewall anniversary
Lipstick at fifteen paces, ladies gurrls semi-femmes, whatever.
The scene at New York City’s Stonewall Inn on Saturday, as reported by multiple witnesses on social media, showed how long-simmering tensions between transgender women of color and white gay men have boiled over during the celebration of World Pride and the 50th anniversary of the Stonewall uprising.
As for me:
It would appear as though Miami Beach is no longer the “in-place” for the glitterati, because of rowdy behavior:
South Beach is losing its appeal with some buyers “because of how loud it can be, how dangerous it can be,” said Antonio del Rosario, a New York real-estate agent who also works in Miami. “Many of my clients don’t want to be there.”
Let me tell it like it is. I used to work for a South Florida-based company, spent a week a month down there for nearly four years, and South Beach was always a scummy area. So no matter how trendy the place, or how highly it was regarded by “celebrities”, I never felt safe there and couldn’t wait to leave.
I mean, Madonna supposedly owns a condo there, which should tell you all you need to know.