I know, you’re asking yourself: “Why is this atheist wishing me well over a religious holiday?” Silly rabbits; we’re looking at how other people started the Easter celebrations — which, as our trip takes us to Newcaste-On-Tyne, Britishland, means…
Train Smash Women!!! (and play this as background music for this post)
And who better to kick off the parade of unfortunate choices, regrettable mistakes and foolish behavior which characterize the species, than this creature:
Is she not magnificent? But let me not pause the entertainment:
And last, but by no means least:
That said, their dates (when they had them) were not exactly prime beef either:
I once referred to Liverpool as Train Smash Central. If so, they have a serious challenger for the title in Newcastle.
Sayeth Victor Davis Hanson:
Every 20 to 50 years in Germany, things start unraveling. Germans feel aggrieved. Ideas and movements gyrate wildly between far left and far right extremes. And the Germans finally find consensus in a sense of victimhood paradoxically expressed as national chauvinism. Germany’s neighbors in 1870, 1914, 1939 — and increasingly in the present — usually bear the brunt of this national meltdown.
Well, yeah; except that in 1870 they had just unified Prussia’s army with those of the other German states, in 1914 they had the Imperial German Army and in 1939 they had Hitler’s Nazi war machine to boss their neighbors around.
Nowadays? LOL. The Alabama National Guard could whip the Bundeswehr and still be home in time for dinner.
This time, the Germans should direct all their energies inward, to fix their festering immigration population, the unions’ stranglehold on industry and the country’s 1920s-style social decadence — but they don’t have the balls to do that, even. And I don’t see anywhere a potential Bismarck to try it all, let alone a Hitler.
It’s not often I disagree with VDH, but this is one time I do.
I have been remiss in posting a view of Hardy Country, so allow me to rectify that omission with the vista from Free Market Towers estate’s south border:
(The photo has been compressed in the loading, so if you want a bigger picture, right-click on it and open with your favorite viewer or in another tab.)
Kim asked me to drop a note to the effect of… “No internet until Friday at Free Market Towers”…
I am, of course, omitting his 10,000 word rant on British Telecom, but that’s neither here nor there.
Fear not… Kim will return shortly.
Update from Kim: Okay, BT installed the new cable/router/whatever, and upload/download times are MILES better than the old, smoke signal-based system. It’s not perfect, of course; we’re still at the mercy of
…so the signal sometimes gets inexplicably dropped. But I’m playing catch-up, now: see below for what happened recently on my Summer Sabbatical.