Repeat Performance?

Reader JD asks:  “Are you going to do your Favorite Things post every year from now on?  There was some really cool stuff there.”

Hell, no.

What I might do is post links to Favorites #1 and #2, and create addenda to said lists — just not as many, because I don’t see that much stuff that I like anyway, nowadays.  (The aforementioned lists were created from untold links collected, and also a few purchases made, over many years of Intarwebz drooling.)

Unsurprisingly, my tastes don’t change that much, so few if any of the things will fall out of favor or be replaced by some new flavor-of-the-month item.  (This may not apply to cars, because I fall in love with different models at different times as often as I fall in love with different redheads and/or old rifles.)  On most things, I’m fairly set in my ways;  yeah, I know, you’re all shocked — shocked! at that.

Another Reader asked why single malt Scotches were conspicuous by their absence from the lists.  I dunno;  maybe it’s because I’ve settled on an “everyday” single (Glen Morangie) and see little incentive to change that — unless someone in a bar / barman suggests something else to try, in which case, sure.  I might give some of the new Japanese whiskies a shot (or two), just as soon as I can afford them.

Sorry, I appear to have wandered off topic and into the wilderness here, but that’s often how it goes, these days.

Certain Truths

Over the past couple of days, I’ve seen a couple of things on the Knuckledragger’s website that just make me nod my head at the truth of them.  Here’s the first, which I’d actually seen before — with a caption:

The caption?

“Every time I see this gif, all I can think about is:  child molesters.”

The other one, which also holds universal wisdom, is less radical but sage nevertheless:

Is there a man alive who would go rummaging around in his wife’s or girlfriend’s bag?  Speaking for myself, I just hold the bag as in the pic, and hand it over without saying a word.

When asked why, I make a flippant remark like “I thought I heard some hornets buzzing around in there”, or “No no no, there are things with sharp teeth in there”.

And you know what?  I don’t think I’m wrong, either.

No man should.

Nothing Wrong

I see this headline, and I just chuckle — snigger, even:

Fury as ‘Hamas-style’ headbands and ‘From the River to the sea’ T-shirts on sale on Etsy and Amazon

In the first place, we have that inconvenient First Amendment thing (although I know this is about Britishland, where the “hate speech” thing is well-rooted — see “Expressing support for Hamas, a proscribed terrorist organisation, is a criminal offence in the UK.”).

And secondly, I have no problem with these little tits wearing said headbands, because it makes things a lot easier, so to speak:

…and my freedom to publish this is protected by that very same inconvenient First Amendment.

Just sayin’.

Adding Reality

I am a HUGE fan of the guys at 9-Hole Reviews, but the FR-F1 / GIGN Loyoda show is the best by far.

Yes, Henry Chan is a brilliant distance shooter — I mean, clearing the entire course of fire out to 800 yards using only a single box of cheap inconsistent PPU ammo* and a horrible French 4x (#4 German post) scope is nothing short of miraculous.  And his analysis of the Loyoda engagement is also excellent.  All shooter-analysts should be that good.

Well done, guys — and keep them coming.

Classic Beauty: Mistresses (2)

The first in this series generated an interesting response from Readers in Comments, and I have to make a couple points before we look at the next one.

Firstly, verisimilitude:  it is extraordinarily difficult to recreate the human face in a drawing or painting.  A glance at any judicial court artist’s work should suffice, or those of the guys you see at state fairs who promise to render a decent portrait of your kids / girlfriend / wife.  Most fail, abjectly, at the task.  Portrait painters of yore were probably little different.

Several people commented on the beauty (or lack thereof) of the women;  but even taking the above into account, we have to remember two things:  beauty, as one Reader pointed out, is defined differently in different eras.  What was considered “handsome” in Edwardian times would have been regarded in the 1920s “flapper” period as horribly overweight, whereas few men of Edwardian times would have looked with favor on those skinny, flat-chested flappers, who were clearly wasting away and not capable of producing heirs.

What we have to assume, therefore, is that the mistresses of kings were probably far more attractive (especially to the kings) than as depicted.  It might also be that the women had attractions that had nothing to do with beauty:  witty, waspish, skilled exponents of soixante-neuf, who knows?  What they were was different to the various queens, very available (women are attracted to powerful men) and that’s probably all that it took.

Anyway, having mentioned the Edwardian era, let’s look at the first of the Edwards (Edward VII of Great Britain, after whom the 1902-1910 era was named), who was a renowned ladies’ man of prodigious sexual appetite.  Here are but some of his bedmates:

Alice Keppel

Interestingly enough, Mrs. Keppel is the great-grandmother of the current Queen Camilla, herself the one-time mistress of Charles, Prince of Wales (and now King Charles III), and himself the great-great grandson of Edward VII.

Got all that?  There will be a test.  Next:

Daisy, Countess Warwick

Jennie, Lady Spencer- Churchill

...Winston’s mum.

Then the actresses, among whom were:

Sarah Bernhardt

…the Divine Sarah.

Lillie Langtry

Hortense Schneider

Moving along to the next Edward (VIII), who was famous, of course, for renouncing the throne because he was besotted with a married (later divorced) woman, one

Wallis Simpson

However, our “David” (his family name) had been a very busy boy before Mrs. Simpson ever came on the scene, to wit:

Freda Dudley Ward

...who was, by the way, the first married woman he wanted to marry.

Marguerite Alibert

This French totty later shot and killed her husband, so he really could be said to have dodged a bullet hereAny man of experience can see that Teh Crazy is strong with this one.

Thelma, Countess Furness

and, it was rumored, with her twin sister as well.

Sporting lot, these British kings.  In the next of this series, we’ll go a little further back down the line, and this time, to the French guys.