What If?

Apparently, there’s a mayoral election in Chicago today.  In any other city (peopled by sane voters), an incumbent and incompetent mayor like Lori Lightweight would be not only tossed out of office, but out of her tenth-floor office window.

But this is Chicago, so she may well be reelected, simply because she’s running against the seven nine dwarfs. and the vote will be so splintered that a runoff is a distinct possibility.

Frankly, I’m looking at the thing the same way I look at two lions fighting on Animal Planet:  morbid curiosity, indifference, detachment, no favorites, and so on.  Where this differs from a lion fight is that if Mayor Betelgeuse is reelected, the Chicago voters are going to get what they deserve, good and hard (to quote Mencken).

And I’ll still be morbidly curious, indifferent and detached, because stupid people need to have the consequences of their stupidity shoved in their stupid faces.

More Double Trouble

…and we’re not talking shotguns, either.  No, as I’ve mentioned in the past on several occasions (here, here, here and here), I get confused between two totties unless their pics are side by side (again, not a shotgun reference).  I speak of Una Thurman (L) and Natascha McElhone (R):

“But Kim,” you say, “they don’t look anything alike, and their names are dissimilar.  Even for your addled old brain…”

Uh huh.

 

See what I mean?  No?  Oh well.

They’re still both totally hot.

Unattainable Goals

One of the most irritating bits of bullshit I’ve had to deal with since I came Over Here in the Great Wetback Episode Of 1986 is the (Californian) affectation of wishing everyone a good day, which along with the “smile” button never fails to set my teeth on edge.

“Have A Good Day!” is unbearably trite and superficial, not to mention facile and asinine.

Telling a shop assistant or restaurant worker to have a good day is totally stupid:  how much of a good day can you possibly have when you’re serving the public?  At best, you won’t be killed for forgetting to put the fries into the takeout bag.

As New Wife (who also hates the expression) pointed out to me over the weekend, it’s not just its banality but its ambition, which is unreachable.

“A whole day?  That’s asking too much of the universe,” she said.  “We should just wish that their next ten minutes can be disaster-free.”

And don’t even get us started on “Live long and prosper”. Talk about overreach.

We are kindred souls.  Polite, but gloomily realistic.

Mission Creepy

As if we don’t have enough government tentacles encroaching onto every aspect of our private lives, we now have this bullshit:

Treasury Secretary Janet Yellen said, “Let me make clear, the United States and the allies, our support for Ukraine will be lasting and is unconditional. We stand with Ukraine and want to support Ukraine.”

Ummm since when did foreign policy fall under the purview of the Treasury Department?

Or is it all just One Big Gummint now (don’t answer that, or I’ll be forced to buy another 1,000-round case of AK ammo).

Monday Funnies

…in which we play “Guess The Day Of The Week”:

SO:

 

Finally, from the Middle Finger Lady, a comparison:

I’ve mixed them up before, myself.

And just to show it isn’t ALL doom ‘n gloom, some musical chicks:

From the top:  Aubrey O’Day, Dolly, Simone Simons, Una Healy.

Now sing along with me:  “Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to work we go…”