[10,000-word rant about the stupidity of switching between Standard Time and Daylight Savings Time deleted]
Here’s a story which provoked an instant RCOB from me:
A supermarket advert that was set to appear on the London Underground was rejected by rail bosses…
The poster, submitted by online food delivery company Farmdrop, featured a family gathered around a kitchen island with the tagline ‘fresher, fairer groceries delivered to your door’.
Here’s the ad’s pic. Try to spot why the thing was deemed offensive.
No, it wasn’t because one of the actors is a ginger. Here’s the actual reason the ad was rejected:
…because it contained bacon, butter, eggs and jam.
The only possible way I could have been more angered was if it was banned because it contains a picture of a chicken, and the vegans complained about that (I know, I shouldn’t give those poxy fuckers any ideas).
There’s only one remedy to overcome my rage at this point:
…and for the toast, some Irish butter and two of my favorite jams:
Bon appetit, y’all.
One of the many wise things my brother-in-law (Uncle Mike) said to me was this:
“The ideas people always end up getting fucked by the money people.”
The occasion of his utterance was many years ago, when the
vulture venture capitalists were giving me the runaround with funding — in essence, they thought my business plan was great, as long as I changed the product, its marketing and its target market — and when I refused to change anything, they promised to release the funds… after six months’ further study. Result (as Longtime Readers may remember): a third of a million dollars’ savings lost, staff laid off, followed by ruin and bankruptcy.
The same is true not just of venture capital gnomes, though. It is a fact of life in the music business, where creative people are happy just to get an opportunity to create music, make albums and perform at concerts for their fans; while in the background the loathsome accountants and managers collect the money, demand more and more “product” from the artists, and try to justify their greed and rapacity by pleading that they “invest” in the artists and are therefore entitled to a return on their investment.
I recently watched the biopic of the late Amy Winehouse, the British jazz singer and ultimate Train Smash Woman, on Netflix. I would urge everyone to watch it — if you can stomach it all the way through — to see exactly what I’m talking about in the previous paragraph. All Amy had was boundless talent; all she lacked was maturity, commonsense, guidance, protection and security, and nobody ever helped her by giving her any of it. Instead, her life was one long catalog of exploitation, enabling and vampire-like sucking of everything she had, with the predictable outcome. And she didn’t deserve any of it. To say Amy was vulnerable would be guilty of gross understatement, and her world treated her like a sadist would kick a newborn puppy, just because the squeals sounded good.
Here’s my comment on the tragedy of Amy Winehouse:
Every single person involved in this vulnerable young woman’s sad life: her “friends”, her producers, her record company’s executives, her “bodyguards”, the press reporters and paparazzi who hounded her every move, her husband, and most especially her father — every single one of them deserves to be put into the stocks and beaten with heavy chains. For hours.
Sorry, but I’m getting sick of conservatives becoming punching bags simply because the Left is going batshit insane.
Let’s hope that one of these twerps doesn’t pick on the wrong guy to vent his Trump-hatred.
I think we all know what I’m talking about, here.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to the range.
Well, well, well… it appears that Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, the sparkly little CommieNewGirl from the Bronx, is pretty much the same as all the other dirty politicians now infesting Congress:
Her Wealthy Chief of Staff used a PAC to Pay Her Boyfriend
Like other candidates, AOC paid Brand New Congress LLC for strategic consulting, in her case totaling $18,880.14. Unlike in the other cases, Brand New Congress PAC turned around and paid her boyfriend as a “marketing consultant”.
Indeed, while Brand New Congress PAC’s ten largest expenditures were paid to Brand New Congress LLC for “strategic consulting,” a sum that totaled $261,165.20 over the course of the campaign, its eleventh and twelfth largest expenditures were paid to Riley Roberts.
When AOC won, she then hired Chakrabarti, her strategist/patron, as her Chief of Staff. Taking money from a rich guy, trying to hide it by passing it through a PAC, and then giving her benefactor a government job.
That’s definitely unethical and potentially illegal. Chakrabarti may have made an illegal campaign contribution in excess of federal limits. Regardless, it raises questions about Chakrabarti’s hiring as AOC’s Chief of Staff after her election.
Afterthought: as for the other CommieNewGirl, Kamala Harris? Her own father thinks she’s an asshole. Looks like the Socialist Class of 2020 isn’t faring too well.