Author: Kim du Toit

Declining Standards

Freaks & Loonies, Hippie Filth

Back in the days of my very-much misspent yoot, we did the student protest thing not just because of injustice and fighting back against The Man etc., but also because it was a really good place to pick up chicks.  And by and large, they were good-looking ones too.

Nowadays?

Yeesh.  No wonder all the male protesters these days look like effeminate girlymen if not actual homosexualists.

Then again, if I drop the rose-colored spectacles for a moment, I also recall that a lot of the Indignant Womyns back then were kinda like the scolds we see today:  uhly, humorless and fanatical.

No man should.

News Roundup

Bad News

…brought to you by:

So off we go:


…bloody hell, if Britain is your tax haven, how bad is California?


…oh shut the fuck up, you ugly tart.  You lucked into fame, a luxury lifestyle and a multi-billion dollar divorce payout, but you’re still whining and butthurt.  What more do you want?


…as opposed to all those wonderful constitutions written by noble Africans of yore… oh wait:  they couldn’t write?  Never mind.


…as the nation cheers.


…proof that even to liberals, they look the same.

From the Dept Of Covidiocy:


…dumbass Kiwis:  did they not get the memo that Covid has been replaced by Ukraine/Putin as the bogeyman du jour?


…damn Catholics, mistaking “Holy fuck!” for an activity, rather than an expression.


…trust me:  unity with Commies isn’t such a great prospect for us, either.


…and while we’re there, let’s have the U.S. pull out of the Warsaw Pact too.  Dumb bitch. 


…say what?  To quote the late, great Dennis Farinha:  “You guys invented the language;  why don’t you fucking speak it?”


…and wait till you read what else they turned into weapons.


…you mean, worse than Selma, even?  This race hustler needs a swift kick to the head.

As for INSIGNIFICA:

 

And finally:


…and yes they did, in a triumph for chubby MILFs everywhere.

However, when she was younger:

 

And then came the Train Smash:  booze, pills, drugs, motherhood, tattoos, etc.:

And all this happened to someone who had (and still has) a lovely singing voice, and bundles of acting talent.

Sad, really.  I preferred her about a decade ago:

Just… Not My Style

The Gun Thing

Friend and Reader Drew K sent me an email last week (appropos of my range report on the Howa HCR) which contained this:

One of ProMag’s first big projects was a replacement “precision” stock for the M1a.
Had a retired NGMU (National Guard Marksmanship Unit) armorer do a demonstration shoot, published in the old Shotgun News, of what just replacing the standard wood stock with ours would accomplish:  Improvement by 1/2″ at 100yds.

That same stock is now available for the Howa. Check it out.

Well, I did.

I’m sorry, Drew, but those don’t do anything for me.  I know they’re accurate, and improve a rifle’s accuracy and so on.

But here’s the thing.  I never could shoot that accurately anyway, and I don’t do competitive shooting anymore, so an improvement of 1/2″ at 100 yards wouldn’t mean much.

More to the point, I think those stocks are pig-ugly.  Conceptually, they look like some engineer made a robot of a woman:

…and said “See?  It’s a functional improvement over a normal woman.”

No, it isn’t.

So ask me again which one I prefer, between this:

…and this:

Or this:

…and this:

Or even this:

  …and this: 

I’m sorry;  what was the question, again?  I seem to have lost the thread.

Split

Men & Women

Here’s an interesting one:

In the wake of her breakup with Green Bay Packers quarterback Aaron Rodgers, Danica Patrick is sending out an important disclaimer to all potential future partners: “The next guy has his work cut out for him because my intuition, my standards, my boundaries, my wants and needs are, like, off the charts, because I’ve gotten to know me so much more. So it’s going to be so much more narrow and specific,” said Patrick.

When asked for a comment, Aaron Rodgers said, “Thank fuck I’m rid of that whiny, self-centered loser.  I mean, look at my record:

“Seriously,” Rodgers continued, “I did all that — and what’s her record?  Entered over a thousand races, won none of them except maybe some no-account shit in Japan or Korea or something.”  Pausing to chug a quick shot of Gran Patrón Platinum, Rodgers added, “She doesn’t even have a decent set of tits, FFS.”

Rodgers concluded, “Sorry, guys, I gotta go.  I have a date with a real woman.”

Some of the above might actually be true.  But this certainly is:

Danica Patrick has confirmed that she has split up with Carter Comstock after nearly a full year of dating.

Sounds like ol’ Aaron done dodged a bullet.