A Curious Dichotomy

I read this report about Jeffrey Epstein’s ex-lover/procurer Ghislaine Maxwell’s problems in jail, and am faced — as the title suggests — with conflicting feelings.

On the one hand, there’s that savage feeling of satisfaction that this daughter of privilege is getting her just deserts for a life of deviancy and enabling, while on the other hand I actually feel some sympathy for her plight, because — let’s be honest — feral Cuban criminals probably shouldn’t be in a minimum-security facility in the first place.

And I still think that Maxwell is just the fall “guy”, the person that the government had to go after because Epstein was unavailable for prosecution by having been murdered in his prison cell.  Somebody had to go to jail for all those girls whose lives were ruined by a bunch of child molestors and their hangers-on (Bills Clinton and Gates, to name but two of many), and in Epstein’s stead was Ghislaine Maxwell.

I still want to learn the names of all the people (okay, mostly men) who were on Epstein’s client list and were frequent fliers on his Molestation Express jet.

But, as someone else said, “they” can’t go after the rapists on that list because “they” are actually the rapists.

I’d love to know the truth of this whole sorry episode, and the reason I’m kinda in Maxwell’s corner is because I know that if she ever looks like uncovering the rapists, she’ll be Epsteined as fast as he was.

Maybe even by “violent Cuban inmates”.

News Roundup

And speaking of women underfoot:


...which I’m sure comes as a shock to the inhabitants of Miami’s South Beach, a.k.a. Sodom and Gomorrah South.

Some Elf News:



...key word:  Mexico.

And now, it’s Gay News!


...whatever could this mean?  Oh:


...visual:  Sarah Hoyt’s Shocked Face.


...not worse enough, and they don’t have enough fingers to plug the dike.  And speaking of which:


...even those eeevil guns, Rosie?  Asking for a friend.

From Spirit Airlines News:


...wait for it

From the Lawn Order Files:


...wait, I thought this kind of thing was impossible because Japan Gun Laws.


...so send her to Juvie in Chicago for six years:  she’ll have all the action she can handle, and quite a bit more she can’t.

From the Dept. of Global Warming Climate Cooling Change:


...actually, France already HAS an annual wealth tax, so what they mean is INCREASE the wealth tax to pay for their gummint’s foolishness.


...spoiler:  nukes.  Actually, just one nuke.

And from the sublime to the ridiculous:


...fucking hell, is this guy EVER going to get over his dead dog?


...am I the only one thinking “depth charges”, just to remind these piebald fucks who’s REALLY at the top of the food chain?


...alternative headline:  Lesbo Discovers She Prefers Dick.

And that lesbo news item segues into yet more INSIGNIFICA:

  

 

Finally:


...and here are a few pics of Eva being rudely French:

Yeah, that’ll wake you up in the morning… unlike the rest of the so-called news.

News Roundup

And speaking of That Kind Of Thing:


...says the fat, unfunny mulatto lesbo.

Anyway:

...unless, of course, the “Disruptive Event” includes the satellite system.  Although I have to say, isolating the Senate can’t be altogether a Bad Thing, crisis or no.

As for disruptive events, from the Dept. of Global Cooling Climate Warming Change:


...hands up all those who think that the Eyetie cop should have just drowned the little bitch right there… oh:


...all of you, huh?

From the Gloomy Commonsense Dept.:


...seriously?  Fill in the blank:  “This will _____ happen” and I’ll spot you the “n”, “v” and “r”.


...aaaah, that’s so adorable.  Again:  I’ll spot you the “n”, “v” and “r”.


...see the above two items for my response.

In International News:


...don’t worry:  a couple more Democrat presidencies and a few more Democrat-controlled Congresses, and we’ll soon make Venezuela and the others look like garden spots.

From the Dept. Of Crime (Non-Political Division):


...and there’s lots more happiness at the link.  (Point of order:  it’s not a Righteous Shooting because the choirboy survived the encounter.)


...all methods of which can be easily thwarted simply by disabling that stupid and unnecessary “keyless entry” system, and using the old “Club”.

And speaking of criminal assholes:


...stop teasing me, Jimbo;  you know how excited I get with this kind of thing.

Now on to the news that matters:


...and off you go to Linkland.

And in more INSIGNIFICA:

 

  …

Finally, some health tips:


...oh, we all know about Yanet Garcia, don’t we?  Just in case:

Yummy Yanet — although I have to say that her derrière  is a tad bulbous for my taste.  Others may differ.

Now:  never mind the weather, get ready to enjoy the weekend.

Natural Suckage

Whenever some natural disaster strikes a place where I’ve been before, there’s always a hint of a personal tragedy for me.  (I don’t think I’m any different from most people, of course, but there it is.)

Such is the case with Ahrweiler in Germany, which lies on the banks of the Ahr River right before it empties into the Rhine at Remagen, and it’s a town that has many happy memories for me.

I remember that when I was there, about a dozen years ago, I thought that I could easily live in Ahrweiler — the town is gorgeous (although come the summer every year it floods, only with tourists), but the scenery everywhere you look is just spectacular.

The Romans thought so too:  the mountainsides are festooned with grapevines dating back to those days, and there’s a large Roman villa outside the town that was only discovered a year or so before I got there.

Some pics I took when I was there:

And the town is shot through with drainage canals and pipes: 

…which didn’t seem to help much.

One would think that Ahrweiler’s proximity to the Rhine outlet would spare the town from flooding — especially as the town itself is ringed by a wall dating back to medieval times or earlier:

…but that didn’t happen this time:

The people of Ahrweiler received no warning of the impending crashing waves.

Leonie from Ahrweiler had the terrifying experience of watching the water destroy the city.  At about 11pm Leonie and her family had gone to bed, but before falling asleep she was disturbed by loud noises outside their home.

The electricity had gone out and it was pitch black. The only way they could see was with candles and flashlights.

She looked outside to notice that there was a lot of water running down the street, but didn’t realise the severity of the situation until the water level started to rise to her doorstep.  She woke up her mother and grandfather and they started to bring food and water upstairs.  However, the nightmare had just begun – a massive wave burst through the front door, obliterating everything in its wake.

I should point out that Ahrweiler lies at the very foot of the Ahr Valley, which starts way up in the Eifel Mountains.  It’s a steep drop from up there to the Rhine Valley below:

I hurt when I think about it.

News Roundup

And on the topic of Ford Motor Company:


...this would be like getting upset over pink AR-15s.  If FoMoCo wants to target fegelehs for their F-150s, let them.

And still on the Gayness Chronicles:


...the more I read about the EyetiePM, the larger my crush becomes.

And now for some voting “irregularities”:


...”human”, yes;  “error” — I don’ theenk so, Miguel.

And speaking of criminals:


...but they’re promising to do better in future.


...may as well read about it here, because you damn sure won’t see it on TV or in the New York fucking Times.


...in the old days, a vibrator used to be enough;  now you have to take out its batteries and attach crocodile clips too?


...none of us do, buddy.

From the Heart Of Stone Dept.:


...seems to have been a lot of this going on recently.  Me, I have my own anti-pit bull defense.  No prizes for guessing what it is.


...even back then, I had little interest in seeing her below-average boobs and well-trodden hairy vag.  Now?  Some idiot’s going to pay a quarter-mil… it is, as they say, to laugh.


...didn’t believe it at the time, still less now.  Besides:

...which says it all, really.


...the nice thing about the BritRoyal Family is that they don’t really care what we think about them, and we don’t care about them, period.

And in further INSIGNIFICA:


...dunno who she is either.  But to help you identify her should she get anywhere near you:

And that’s all the news worth spreading.