Tag: Stupid people

Ignorant Cow

Freaks & Loonies, Media Assholes

I speak here of so-called comedian (comedienne?  I’m never sure) Whoopi Goldberg (real name:  Caryn Elaine Johnson) who culturally appropriated a Jewish surname in order, one assumes, to get ahead in show business.

‘Twas this same Whoopi who declared on the TV bitchfest a.k.a. The View that in her opinion, Jill Biden should be nominated as Secretary of Health Services, “because she a doctor” — when anyone without terminal ignorance would have known that Mrs. Biden’s doctorate was not in Medicine (M.D.) but in Education, surely the lowest intellectually-ranked PhD outside Womyn’s Studies.

This ignorance has been extended yet again, when Our Caryn Whoopi:

…called on the royal family to “apologize” for slavery

Would it be crass to inform Whoopi that Her Majesty Queen Victoria’s (oops) His Majesty King William IV’s Government outlawed slavery in 1833*?   And that future King Charles III and after-him William V have both offered royal apologies for their country’s use of slavery, several times in fact?

In the (paraphrased) words of South African protest singer Koos Kombuis**, “How much longer do we have to say we’re sorry?”

Someone should ask Ms. Johnson Goldberg et al. that very question — but the answer would undoubtedly be “FOREVER!” because otherwise who would the race hustlers have to blame for their shortcomings?

*In terms of European monarchies, the first to outlaw slavery was Denmark in 1803, followed by The Netherlands in 1814, Spain in 1817 and Greece in 1818.

**It’s a pity that Koos sings almost exclusively in Afrikaans, because his lyrics are at once savage and hysterically funny.  He and I are not related, and he’s only two weeks older than I am.

Worse Than That

Clothing

At the ever-current Daily Mail, Sarah Vine asks the question:

Why are this season’s shoes hideously ugly and expensive?  If I didn’t know better, I’d say it’s like the designers are laughing at us. 

You don’t know better, and they are laughing at you.

I have long held the opinion that most fashion designers, being homosexualists, really hate and despise women.  So they design ugly clothing and shoes, and over-charge for these foul things in the certain knowledge that brainless wealthy women and celebrities will buy them just to have the over-hyped brand name on their bodies.

So much do I despise this whole business that I can safely say this:  if I arrived to pick up a date and she was wearing any — and I mean any — of the shoes pictured in the article, I’d ask her to go back and change into something prettier and more flattering;  because if I know anything at all, it’s that there is no woman alive whose feet and legs would be flattered by wearing these excrescences.

And Mrs. Vine knows this, as her final words reveal:

But really, the truth is it’s laziness, greed and a lack of imagination. These kinds of styles are cheap and easy to mass-produce.
They require zero skill or craftsmanship.
And they appeal to the only people who seem to matter to designers these days — that is to say celebrities, influencers and pop stars who don’t care what they wear, so long as it gets them noticed.

Quite right.  Here are some classics:

 

 

   

Nothing to be ashamed of, in any of them.

Entitled — Not

Snowflakes

Here’s one that’ll make you shake your head:

Ringo Starr’s granddaughter moans to court she earns £800 a month in a café… while Beatles star is worth £265million

Note the sense of entitlement;  he’s got it, lots of it, and she should get some because he’s her grandaddy.  (Note that she’s one of eight grandchildren, the other seven of which we hear not a word.)

Of course, Ringo worked his ass off to earn the money (and to keep it;  remember that the Beatles broke up in 1970, and many a fortune’s been lost in less time than fifty-odd years).

Unsurprisingly (and unlike Ringo), this little totty is pretty much a drag on society, to whit:

[Ringo’s son Zack Starkey] married Tatia’s mother Sarah Medikides when she was born in 1985 – the first of Starr’s eight grandchildren.  In 2016, [Tatia] herself had a child with Adam Low, making Starr a great-grandfather.

So, to recap:  single mother in her mid-30s, mediocre musician, waitress, already coining well over a grand a month from Grandpa Ringo, and whining about the Unfairness Of It All.

Too sad for words.

By the way, here’s Granddad at age 75, still performing.  And his buddies are from the following bands:  Santana, Toto, Billy Joel, Mr. Mister, ELO, and of course there’s Mr. Todd Rundgren.  Not bad company… and Our Tatia probably thinks she deserves a spot in the band, ahead of (ahem) Richard Page of Mr. Mister.

Okay, I couldn’t stand it.  Here’s Africa, played by those same buddies.

Dubious Decision

Train Smash Women

In a photoshoot of two totties I’ve never heard of, who star in a TV show I’ll never watch, on a beach I’ll never visit, there is but one thought running through my mind:

Letting a 4-year-old draw on your body with a Sharpie can never have a good outcome.

Pic posted so you don’t have to click on the link.