For tonight’s Friday Night Movie,
For tonight’s Friday Night Movie,
What more can be said about a bunch of Ole Pharts not only having sex in public, but a guy letting his 85-year-old wife pull the train? (I’m guessing about the last part, but it wouldn’t surprise me, nowadays.)
And who knew that dogging had come to Connecticut (state motto: “Like Massachusetts, only with less class and charm”)?
Goddamn Baby Boomers… couldn’t they just have had an orgy at Happy Hours Retirement Village, like all the others do?
Oh fer gawd’s sake. Here we go with the John McCain Image Rehabilitation Project:
Cindy McCain marked the one-year anniversary of her husband John McCain’s death with a string of rebukes to Donald Trump and his leadership of the Republican Party.
She told ABC News there is no one in the GOP to carry on her husband’s mantle and be a ‘voice of reason’ for the Republican Party.
I have great respect for the fact that she’s McCain’s widow and therefore loyal to his memory. Unfortunately, my memories of her late husband are not so rosy, e.g. when he had the deciding vote on legislation which would have killed ObamaCare, he voted against it, thus:
I will also never forgive nor forget the many times McCain stabbed Republicans in the back — including especially Bush 43, to whom he had lost in the 2000 primaries — simply so that he could curry favor with the fucking Democrats and the media [lots of overlap].
The hell with him, and his nonexistent “voice of reason”. “Spiteful” describes the late senator from Arizona better than any other adjective. (Feel free to add your suggested adjectives in Comments.)
Your suggestions in Comments.
I’m always amused by stories such as this one:
A musician who was collecting nature sounds while camping at a remote spot in Canada was mauled to death by a bear that dragged him away as he slept.
Julian Gauthier, 44 – who was born in Canada but has lived in France since he was 19 – was on a trip by the Mackenzie River in the Northwest Territories when he was dragged off by the beast on Thursday, July 15, according to biologist, Camille Toscani, who was traveling with him.
Gauthier was collecting nature sounds for his work and planned to canoe 930 miles down the river from Fort Providence to Inuvik.
But he was attacked by the animal in the middle of the night in the Tulita area, only one week after he posted about four bears being the only other living souls they’d seen on their trip.
It never ceases to amaze me that people head out into nature utterly unprepared for what might befall them once they’re there. In the above case, I’m sure that had the guy been offered a gun to take with him, he probably would have declined because Eeeevil Guns. But I’m also bewildered that he wasn’t offered some measures that might either repel grizzlies or at least keep one alerted to their presence (IR motion sensors, klaxon sirens, bear spray etc.); but without any of that stuff, he ended up being grizzly din-dins.
One would think that as he’d spent his first nineteen years in Canada, he’d be at least a little aware of what he was getting into; on the other hand, though, if he grew up in some non-Canadian milieu such as Toronto he’d probably be as blissfully unaware of the peril as a Manhattanite.
Please, people: as far as that old bitch Mother Nature is concerned, we humans are like marshmallows: soft, slow, tasty and harmless. It’s only when we take on accoutrements (such as the above) that put us at the top of the food chain that we stand a chance of survival.
Anyway, at least the deceased got a few “nature sounds” on tape, although I’m guessing that “chomping bear jaws” probably wasn’t what he was looking for.
Here would be my suggestion for an anti-bear device:
That’s a Mossberg 500 Mariner 12ga, and I’d load the mag tube with a mixture of 00 buckshot and slugs. (If such things are allowed in Canuckistan, that is.)
No, this isn’t about political ads — may a pox be upon all of them. This post by Aaron Clarey examines why Corporate America has turned into a collection of fucking scolds, despite all the marketing precepts that define marketing stupidity as injecting politics into your corporate ethos. Here’s a brief excerpt:
But now corporations sermonizing the rest of the world about leftist politics has gone viral. And it behooves the question why. Why would corporations take such a risk? Why would corporations be so foolish? And you can call me an ole fuddy duddy, by why are corporations so arrogant and rude? How dare you assholes lecture me about anything outside the purchase of your product or service, you smug, cocky, arrogant assholes?
And then he answers all that in the rest of the post. Read it all; it’s worth it, despite its horrible conclusion.
Then go and smash your head against the wall, like I did.