So the eco-loons were out in force in Londonistan for the past couple of days, gluing themselves to buildings and generally causing the usual havoc.
More than 200 people have been arrested over the ongoing climate change protests in London, with activists physically carried by police from demonstrations at Waterloo Bridge and Oxford Circus.
Which made me think. Here’s a picture of one such loony:
And here’s a pic of Waterloo Bridge:
Am I the only one thinking of an alternative for the police to arresting these scruffy tools? (My Latin’s a little rusty, but pontis iacerendum would be the proper term, I think.)
“Extinction Rebellion”, my aching left buttock… I can think of at least one species that should be made extinct.
Just when you thought you’d heard everything… how about “Yoga With Lemurs”?
And no, I didn’t make it up: it’s a real thing. This, from the country struggling with Brexit.
“Vegan is just a polite word for eating disorder.”
That being a comment on this story.
So guess where I am today?
Yup… Austin, Texas. Home to every rat bastard Commie south of Dallas.
I’ll try to get through the day without punching a hippie, but I make no promises.
The waspish Sarah Vine tried becoming a vegan, and did not have a good time:
Evangelical vegans will tell you that following a purely ‘plant-based’ diet is not only morally commendable, it’s also much better for your health. But if my experience is anything to go by, the opposite is true.
I felt absolutely fine for the first few days. I didn’t miss meat at all, certainly not in terms of taste or flavour. The only thing I really felt an absence of was eggs. Since I embarked on my mammoth weight-loss project, eggs have become a dietary staple for me: nothing fills me up as well or gives me quite as much long-lasting energy as an egg.
I also found I had to eat larger portions to feel full — and I felt hungry again after a shorter period of time. But even that didn’t bother me, since what I was eating was so wholesome.
No, the real issue became apparent after the third or fourth day. Not to put too fine a point on it: wind.
One of the key arguments of vegans against livestock farming is the harm animals cause to the planet through the amount of methane they produce; if my experience was anything to go by, a vegan human is capable of producing just as much, if not more. I was a one-woman global warming hazard.
I don’t doubt that for some people veganism is a wonderful and fulfilling way of life. But the idea — widely promoted by its proponents — that veganism is something we can all embrace is, I’m afraid, at best baloney, at worst downright dangerous.
Read it all for the details, but all it did was make me want to attack a plate of ribs, just to be on the safe side.
…in this case, what happens when you elect a Socialist asshole vegan from New Jersey [some overlap] to Congress:
Sen. Cory Booker said in an interview published Tuesday that the continuation of meat-eating will destroy the planet.
“We will destroy our planet unless we start figuring out a better way forward when it comes to our climate change and our environment,” he added.
Despite his apocalyptic claims, Mr. Booker cautioned that he doesn’t want to ban meat-eating or even preach to people.
Of course you don’t, you lying fuckwit. You’re a Socialist: your kind has a collective orgasm by banning stuff and preaching to people because — wait for it — you know better than we do what’s good for us (and in this case, the planet). And vegans are even worse.
Go choke on a celery stick, Spartacus, and the sooner the better.