Chris Muir got this one right, as he most often does.
Category: Two-Minute Hate
Disgusting People
Tracking & Stalking
Reno, Nevada, Mayor Hillary Schieve, an independent, sued a private investigator after discovering a GPS tracking device on her vehicle.
The lawsuit, filed last week, alleges that the investigator trespassed onto her property to install the device without the mayor’s consent. She claims she was unaware it was attached to her vehicle until it was discovered by a mechanic.
The lawsuit named David McNeely as the private investigator and 5 Alpha Industries as the company involved. McNeely reportedly worked on behalf of an unnamed third party.
I can’t wait for the “unnamed third party” to become public knowledge. I’m willing to accept the proposition that if it was Democrats, we’ll never be told. Still:
“I am publicly announcing this now, and did not make any public statements at the time when it was discovered, to make clear that this is about one thing, and one thing only: it is not ok to stalk people. This is about standing up to the rampant harassment of our civil servants and community leaders, and saying, this is NOT ok.”
No, it isn’t, Madame Mayor. Now tell that to all the fucking government alphabet agencies, who spy on us ordinary folks constantly and think that this is just fine and dandy.
Oh, and one last thing, Madame Mayor: given that snooping is being done largely by Democrats and the various Swamp bureaucrats they support, do you regret your earlier presidential endorsement?
“Independent”, my ass.
Shit Houses
…is the (bowdlerized) title of this badly-edited video, wherein some mouthy Brit shouts about crap architecture in an annoying whine, but whose script could have been written by me except I would have inserted more swear words.
And there’s a genuinely-terrifying moment at about 3:25 which will make you want to commit murders.
Right after that horror, there’s an annoying advertorial (hey, the guy has to pay the bills somehow), but you can fast-forward a couple-three minutes if you want.
Here’s another example of the kind of thing he’s talking about, and that I hate with a passion.
Never an errant hijacked airliner when you need one.
Choices, Choices
Looks as though things are getting interesting:
The attack one week ago on two substations in Moore County, N.C., resulted in the loss of power to 45,000 people and raised questions about the security of America’s power grid.
And when further attacks in North Carolina, South Carolina, Washington, and Oregon were revealed, those questions have now become urgent. Are the attacks — all involving gunfire targeting substations — unrelated pranks, or are they connected to a plot of some kind?
As outlandish as the idea of some kind of coordinated attack on our electrical grid being underway sounds, federal authorities are not dismissing anything or any theory at this point. They can’t afford to. The electric infrastructure our country depends on is critical — especially moving into the winter months when so many homes use electric heat.
Here’s what I find interesting. If we assume that these attacks are not committed by the Random Asshole Set — teenage boys, for example — and I think it’s safe to they’re they’re not, given the geographic locations of each attack, it behooves us to try to figure out who are behind them. Here are my thoughts.
Radical Muslims. Our perennial bugbears, they are, although I think it’s unlikely they’re intent on bringing the electrical grid down; their preferred target is people, not stuff. Again, nothing is impossible and they might have changed their modus to punish The Great Satan by ending video gaming, porn movie gazing and Sunday morning Christian broadcasts, but I think it’s a remote chance, at best.
Leftist / Gummint provocateurs [some overlap]. I would believe this if, say, the FBI were announcing that “right-wing hate groups / White supremacists” are “persons of interest” in their investigations. But I don’t think even the NY Times will buy that story. Most persuasively, there are no RWHG / WS groups capable of organizing such widely-dispersed and well-planned acts of sabotage, simply because actual membership of such groups is scattered over thousands of basements across the U.S.A., and I think too many of these people, feeble as they are, would be willing to risk being set up by Fibbie plants in their ranks. Those birds ain’t gonna fly again soon.
Eco-terrorists. Yeah, as a next step to gluing yourselves to roads and paintings, this would be a logical exercise for these nutcases. The part that makes this so credible is that the Radical Greens have a wide, international membership — so you could bring in a group from Germany, the U.K. and all over Europe, give them the plan and the explosives, have them execute the plan and fly them out of the nearest major international airport while the pieces are still falling out of the sky. The Carolina attacks, for example, took place not far from Charlotte-Douglas, and the Washington- and Portland ones are close-ish to both Portland PDX and SeaTac airports. Thus there are no local suspects because there are no local perpetrators.
It’s all early days, of course, and no doubt greater minds than mine are considering the same variables; just none at the FBI, because they’re too busy trying to fit some chumps in the Christian Urban Brotherhood Society — CUBS — in Biloxi MS into the frame.
My Readers are welcome to add their addled thoughts, wild-ass theories and so on in Comments.
Remote Silliness
It’s a well-known fact that if a criminal scrote wants to get into your car, he will. But why make it easier for him?
Got a car with keyless technology? It’s twice as likely to be stolen: Insurer reveals changing face of motor theft as brazen criminals shift tactics.
This is one modern geegaw I’ve never understood the need for, let alone wanted in my car. What is so difficult about inserting a key into the ignition and turning it, that you have to make it “wireless”?
Of course, there’s this:
- Price of electronic starter fob when added to your car’s selling price: > $300
- Price of metal key: ~$1.
Fuck ’em. If I ever get a new car (highly unlikely), the first thing I’ll have done is get the fob disabled. And if it can’t be disabled and is the only way to start the car, I’ll get another car with a fucking metal key.
This has nothing to do with a resistance to change; it’s resistance to pointless, expensive and unnecessary change.
Next: electronic handbrakes.
Cue The Dynamite
Here we go again, with some egotistical asshole disfiguring the world with his “art”:
Vincent Van Gogh loved the light in Provence so much that he moved to the southern French city of Arles in 1888 for one of the key years of his short life. So how fitting that a new building, which dazzlingly reflects that light, has made Arles a major centre of contemporary art. Called Luma, it is designed by Frank Gehry, famous for his Guggenheim Museum in Bilbao, who took inspiration from Van Gogh’s famous painting The Starry Night.
Given that Bilbao’s Guggenheim looks like a giant burst carbuncle, we all know where this one’s going:
Even worse than this, of course, is that a group of Bilbao’s city “planners” looked at the drawings and model of this disgusting excresence and said (in Spanish): “Oh wow! This is just what we need to make our city look more artistic!” and signed off on the hideous thing.
But returning to our story, here’s Arles, as seen by Van Gogh:
And this maniac’s vision for Arles?
And it’s quite a sight: a ten-storey tower made of 11,000 twisted stainless steel panels, glass and concrete dominating a huge £150 million ‘creative campus’ on the site of a former railway yard.
They should have kept the railway yard. From the genius himself:
Gehry says his Luma design was influenced not only by Van Gogh’s The Starry Night but by Arles’ Unesco-listed Roman heritage as well.
Yeah, nothing says “Roman” like twisted steel and glass.
If this distorted dildo had been around in Van Gogh’s time, we’d at least have one good reason why he cut his ear off. In fact, he could have cut his eyes out, just to avoid looking at it.
And if Starry Night makes you think of things like this, you need a psychiatrist more than Vincent ever did.