I know, I know… $160 grand for an old Jag is sick — California pricing for an antique is just wrong.
But have mercy:
Talk about getting wood:
…and with its pretty little hat on:
Then there’s that 140hp 3.4-liter six-cylinder power plant, in case you weren’t already persuaded.
Want.
Concerning the inconvenient facts that confront the Climate Screamies:
Equatorial island chains stubbornly refusing to disappear below rising seas, the Great Barrier Reef hitting record coral levels, animal populations thriving, with higher CO2 levels (almost entirely from natural geological emissions) bringing record greening to parts of the planet that desperately need it. But then again with atmospheric CO2 levels of a scant 420ppm (with industrially insane mankind providing just a trace proportion of that), which in our distant past were as high as 6,000ppm, and which would witness the end to life on earth if they fell below 180ppm, reality, sadly for the cultists, is dawning. — Danny Lockwood
So long, losers. First it was the Population Bomb, then the New Ice Age, then Glueball Wormening, then (unspecified) Climate Change. Sprinkle liberally [sic] with Pandemic Fairy Dust, and you have a near-complete list of bullshit that has been used to frighten the global population into some kind of societal regression.
And sadly, it’s mostly worked. Except, of course, in places that are contributing the most towards the befoulment of the planet — that would be China, Southeast Asia, Africa and other Third World shitholes — but we can’t say anything bad about these people of course because RAAYYYYCISM! (And there’s the final item on the list.)
A pox on all of them.
…with weekly ball-kickings, having committed this piece of bureaucratic foulness:
This entire monstrosity started when the ATF sent a confidential informant to buy machineguns from Adamiak, who never sold any machineguns, of course. Adamiak never had any machineguns. Instead, Adamiak sold the informant barrel shrouds, which were even cut up into pieces.
Barrel shrouds surround a machinegun barrel. They’re meant to keep a young soldier from burning their hands on a hot machinegun barrel. The weapon can fire full-auto with or without a shroud. They certainly aren’t vital parts. They definitely are not a “machinegun.”
Anyone who misclassifies cut up barrel shrouds as machineguns shouldn’t be working for the ATF, but that’s exactly what ATF Firearms Enforcement Officer Ronald K. Davis did. He put this deception into a report, which ATF Agent William S. Harston, Jr., quickly used as evidence to obtain a search warrant of Adamiak’s home. Hairston, the ATF’s lead case agent, even held up a toy during Adamiak’s trial, which of course was also classified as a machinegun.
“If they never lied about those shrouds, they never would have gotten a search warrant,” Adamiak said Wednesday.
During his trial, Adamiak’s defense team tried to argue that the barrel shrouds weren’t machineguns, so the search warrant was flawed, and the ATF’s entire investigation was based on lies… but the judge cut them right off.
So the ATF agents who cooked up this specious bullshit (up to and including the senior officer who signed off on it), the prosecutor and team who decided to prosecute it, and the judge who allowed the cooked-up evidence into court: each and every one of them should be charged and imprisoned because every single thing they did subverted the course of actual justice in one way or another.
And screw this “hearing next month” nonsense. Patric Adamiak should be freed within the next hour, following a pardon by President Trump.
One last word to POTUS: inactivity on manifest injustices such as this one are the kind of thing that persuade once loyal supporters to stay home at the next election. Yes, it’s that important — because what happened to Adamiak could happen to any one of us, if allowed to proceed unchecked.
Get it done. Hundreds if not thousands of people have been pardoned for far greater crimes — and Pat Adamiak never committed a crime in the first place.
I don’t know if liquid cowshit (“slurry”) can be called the right stuff, but when it’s used properly, it sure as hell is. Here’s the executive summary.
Two weekends back was labeled a “heatwave” by Brits (what we here in Texas would refer to as a “nice spring day”). Anyway, the Brits did what they always do when faced with that situation: they got in their cars and headed north to the “country”, specifically in this case to the Lake District. Now, this being Britishland, there wasn’t enough parking to accommodate this flood of cars, so a bunch of these drivers saw an empty field.
Did I mention that there were signs all over the place? Here’s one:
Note the polite request in the lower one.
Needless to say, because most Brits (even the wealthier ones) are at heart a bunch of screaming socialists who think that private property is theft, some people who think that such notices don’t apply to them anyway ignored the prohibition and parked their Mercs, Beemers and Audis in the field.
After years of putting up with tourists leaving their vehicles on his land as soon as the sun comes out, this week sheep farmer Hogg Hodgson finally snapped.
The furious tenant farmer, whose family has run Rydal Farm in the Lake District, for generations, was filmed covering at least 20 vehicles including Mercedes, Jaguars and BMW, in the foul smelling muck.
Today Mr Hodgson said he was ‘no hero’, and explained he felt forced to discharge the tanker of slurry over cars parked on his land to protect his livestock and his land.
He said: ‘I’m not proud of what I did. I didn’t do it for any particular reason other than the way tourists behave. I just get fed up with the way they treat the Lake District. And I am sick of being abused by people when I ask them not to park on our land.’
And O Happy Day, there is pictorial evidence:
Our Hero’s ladywife apparently had this reaction:
…as did I when I first read this story.
And I’m sorry, but if you wouldn’t buy this man a pint at his local pub the next time you’re Over There, then you’re not welcome on this here back porch of mine.
From the comments about the article was this priceless observation:
“Love it… he should, however, have made sure that the car wash was closed for the week-end.”
…and:
“Too bad the local car washes weren’t closed because of water restrictions.”
I got this meme by email from some organization (which I don’t know, and from which I never asked for communication, don’t get me started):
I was going to blog about it, and offer to pay a crisp $50 bill to anyone who could find me a large McDonalds fries order for $1.99 anywhere in these United States.
Then this guy did a complete takedown, complete with actual fact-finding instead of just snark.
Damn. Go and read it anyway, it’s brilliant.
In the Classical Kitchen:
And still cooking away:
And some final thoughts about kitchens:
Was I the only one whose first thought was “squeezing lemons”? I was? Oh, well.