Hoo Boy

Just when I was about to post the (largely unnecessary) reminder for National Ammo Day, came this pearl of wisdom:

Simple response:  Would like to, always have in the past.  Can’t, now.

There are either per-order limits, or nothing in stock, or else the ammo is so expensive that I can’t afford it per box, let alone in bulk.  That said:

…and:

Good luck, folks.  Yer gonna need it.

Just So We’re All Clear

Over time, several Loyal Readers have contacted me, warning that I might suffer the recent fate of several conservative websites, whose hosting services have blocked them (a.k.a. “de-platforming”) with weasel excuses such as that of The Conservative Treehouse’s lot“given the incompatibility between your site’s content and our terms, you need to find a new hosting provider and must migrate the site by Wednesday, December 2nd.”

I, of course, am at risk because of my occasionally-intemperate rants and my all-round “bad” behavior.

Firstly:  thank you all for your concern.

Secondly:  Of course, Tech Support II has a backup plan — to quote him exactly, “There’d just be a little downtime while we execute. ”

Thirdly:  “Execution” might very well include what could be called a “porcupine consequence” for these Lefty assholes if I am ever de-platformed.

As long as I’m left alone, nobody gets hurt.

Quote Of The Day

From someone who’s had enough:

“So what are a couple of old white straight folks to do in the face of threats from these nasty children [BLM, Antifa]?  We are going to walk away.  Goodbye, Minneapolis; goodbye, Minnesota.  You go ahead and defund your police and protect the “mostly peaceful” rioters.  We are moving out of the state to a town so small that you have probably never heard of it.  We are moving to a state where the governor respects the Constitution and the Bill of Rights within it.
“No, I’m not flaunting this.  There is no challenge in my words.  But where we are going, nobody wears masks.  And everybody has guns.”

Welcome to the United States, Jerry.

 

Monday Funnies

Monday?  Yeah it is… so, time to get busy.

And for today’s Monday salute, we’re going to go with !!!!!SEX!!!! as the theme.

This isn’t sexy, but it’s funnier than hell (click on the pic):

And here’s some beauty to help guard against the week’s upcoming bullshit:

Best Of All

Now that Sean Connery (the first, best and only James Bond) has left us — S.P.E.C.T.R.E.?  SMERSH?  I think we should be told — it remains only to review all the Bond Girls, which I’m not going to do here.

Instead, I’m going to focus on just one, because she had the smallest movie career of them all, but mostly because  she starred in a Bond movie which came out right at the time I was starting to discover that beautiful women did strange things to me, and thus she arrived right at the perfect time for a dorky bespectacled boy to develop an insatiable crush on her.

The Bond movie was From Russia With Love, it was released in 1963, I was 7 years old*, and her name was Daniela Bianchi.  Here she is:

And here she is, not starring as Tatiana Romanova:


Exquisite.

Apart from the fact that she made black velvet chokers the sexiest piece of female clothing ever designed, Daniela Bianchi had all sorts of things going for her, which I’m not going to go into either.  Basically, about half a dozen years after co-starring with Connery, she quit acting to marry some rich guy, and that was it.

Incidentally, much fun was made of her terrible Russian accent in the movie, but in fact her thick Italian accent was so unworkable that her entire speaking part was dubbed… not by a Russian actress speaking English, but by an English actress who tried, and failed, to produce a decent Russian accent either.  That’s Hollywood for ya.

Next week I’ll talk about my second-favorite Bond girl — and no, it wasn’t Ursula Andress.


*Lest anyone should think that seven years old was too young for a boy to develop crushes, I should point out that by that time I had already kissed not one, but two girls, the second of whom was three years older than I.  Yeah, I started early and never looked back.  It was a different time.