2020 has been interesting, plague-wise:
First, the Chinkvirus:
Next, Asian Murder Hornets:
Then, an infestation of BLM/Pantifas:
What could possibly come next in this foul year?
Which means that Florida and all the other Gulf of Mexico states are officially banned.
Some smart guy at RedState gets all lawyerly on us, and explains why we won’t see the entire Obama
crime family administration dangling from the gibbet anytime soon:
We can all agree that the IC and FBI certainly abused their power, but there is no crime listed in the US Code called “abuse of power.”
Although I would like to see them “perp walked” in handcuffs and leg irons in orange jumpsuits and unshaven faces, I don’t think it is in the cards or the law books. It is a shame because we all know they did wrong. The big question is what technically it was they did wrong that would stand up in a court of law.
Reading his whole article, I reluctantly have to agree with him.
Worse yet, I read this after I’d finished my breakfast pint of gin, and I have a cast-iron rule not to have another drink until after noon.
So now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to clean a few of my guns.
If ever there’s evidence needed that fashions go in circles, take a look at this foul trend:
We used to call that a “convict” cut (somewhat ironic, as the pic is of Australian Shane Warne) or else a “boarding school” cut — which I remember with loathing — and the last time it was popular was in the 1940s, seen here on George Orwell:
I myself think it looks like shit, regardless of era, but it’s all a question of personal taste; and if that’s going to be my biggest complaint of the day, we’re not doing too badly.
Anyway, when I think of some of my own hairstyles, worn proudly back when I were a yoot… actually, Warnie’s isn’t so bad.
Winston Churchill Boris Johnson has decided to take stern measures in Britishland’s struggle against the Nazis the Chinkvirus by issuing… SLOGANS!
…which when translated, comes out to mean this:
I think we Murkins should use the same awful weapon, only directed at our wonderful government:
Or else, if the Gummint doesn’t get the message, a public service message to Red America:
Just kidding, of course. I would never use so terrible a weapon as a slogan billboard against our beloved Gummint.
That’s Latin for “things to be desired”.
A couple years ago the locals on Spain’s Balearic Islands (Majorca, Ibiza etc.) staged massive demonstrations against the crowds of (mostly British) tourists who invaded the islands each year and partied ’til they puked, literally.
Well, thanks to the Chinkvirus, the islands have gone from this:
I guess all those erstwhile Balearic protesters are now seeing the wisdom of that old question: “Suppose you got exactly what you wanted…”
Over at C.W.’s place, he drools over the Studebaker Avanti:
I, on the other hand, think that the Avanti remains the only car ever built where the back was actually better-looking than the front:
And speaking of rear ends, he also posted this:
My comment: “Keep the Volvo, burn down the house.”
I love C.W. like a brother, but occasionally he worries me.