Via Longtime Reader Andrew T. comes this little bulletin. Here’s how it begins:
1. South Africa has collapsed. US embassy is now informing international travellers to stock up (prepper style) on food and water.
…and it gets worse from there.
As some guy once wrote: Let Africa Sink. Please feel free to take issue with any of my prognoses therein.
…and:
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.
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).
…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…”
Robert Mitchum wasn’t just a hellraiser in his movies; offscreen he was a total thug: bar brawls, pot smoking, womanizing, you name it, ol’ Bobbie was there, loud and ugly.
The only time he wasn’t like that was when he was acting with Deborah Kerr, whose quiet British reserve kept him in his place, and not unwillingly so. He is said to have stated once, “The hell with all these other broads; if I could just act opposite Deborah for the rest of my life, I’d die a happy man.” They remained lifelong friends, but not lovers (as far as anyone knew).
But of course, the old B&W pics don’t do her credit because tadaaaaa!
And at age 48, she did her first (and only) nude scene.
In the same year, she was also the oldest Bond Girl (until Monica Bellucci appeared).
Gorgeous, classy, sexy… the complete package.
Nothing spectacular… just a little way to relax yourself into the weekend.
If I’m going to listen to jazz, it’ll be this — the stuff I played when I was first starting out as a bassist.