3 Voices That Can Just STFU

From now on, I’m actually not interested in hearing anything that these three people have to say, about anything.

Tucker Carlson
I used to listen to what he said — thanks to a gift subscription to his channel — back before he went completely off the rails.  Carlson is not a conservative, he’s not a Republican:  he’s a loose cannon, and I don’t care much for cannons of the loose persuasion.  Which leads me to my next loudmouth.

Candace Owens
If you’re going to choose a hill to die on, then why FFS would you decide that hill to be “Brigitte Macron is actually a man” ?  I’ve always been a little suspicious of Owens, because she’s a perfect example of today’s “influencer” ethos, where people of little talent or intellect try to dominate the media just by being “famous” or “edgy”.  Yes, she’s said some things that I agree with — e.g. calling out Black Lives Matter — but in today’s fucked-up world, that’s not difficult.  STFU Candace and go away.  You’re not a conservative commentator, you’re an embarrassment.  So stop pretending to be one.

Lindsey Graham
Master of the art of bandwagon statements.  In other words, he’ll chime in only after others have said something which makes Republicans cheer.  And when he says something all on his own, it’s usually wrong or else just bullshit.

Begone, all of you.

Lifestyle Choices

From some Spanish chick SOTI about her country’s lifestyle:

‘Everything slows down in the afternoon heat. Between 2pm and 5pm, shops close, streets empty, and we like to rest up.

‘Embrace our slower afternoons and you’ll have more energy to enjoy dinner the Spanish way; late, leisurely, and alfresco at 10pm.’

I have to say that when I went to Chile — where they have the same outlook — I grew to love that way of doing things.  Granted, it’s not the best business practice, and you can mock it all you want, but it sure as hell is more restful.  I loved that when we Americanos  went out for dinner at 7pm, we found most restaurants still closed or at best staffed only with people cleaning the place.  Two hours later and there’d be a queue of hungry Chileans with their families waiting for a table.  Then after the meal — which would end at about 10.30pm — the streets were filled with people strolling about the streets, or going home.  Bedtime, I would guess, was no earlier than 11pm, maybe later.

Small wonder that their workday only begins after 9am.

One of the worst aspects of our Murkin work ethic is that nonsense about eating lunch at your desk.  Apart from being a filthy habit — sauces and crumbs scattered all over the place — it denies the necessity of taking a break from work. When I was working for Big Corporations, I never had a lunch break of less than an hour, unless there was a deadline looming in which case I just didn’t eat at all and worked through lunchtime.  But those situations were few and far between, because I planned my workload efficiently to account for a long lunch.  I might have worked late — sometimes past midnight — but only during crunch times.

Over Here?  Don’t ask.  Work, work work, even for a shitty wage, and annual vacations that are totally inadequate for allowing people to take a proper break from the grind.  Ten working days / two weeks?  What a load of crock.  Whenever I hear about some asshole saying proudly that he hasn’t taken a break from work for ten years, I want to kick his ass.

And we wonder why some people burn out.

I don’t want to hear that our relentless work ethic is what makes our economy the powerhouse that it is.  What causes that is not the number of hours we work, but how efficiently we work.  (Europeans and Latin Americans are the worst:  they work less time and only at about 60% of our efficiency, so it’s small wonder their economies lag behind ours.)  There must be a happy medium somewhere between Euro sloth and American drive, and we should try to find it.

To quote the best summary ever:  Nobody ever lay on his deathbed wishing he’d spent more time at the office.

Quote Of The Day

From Breitbart:

“The press treats every shutdown like the asteroid about to kill the dinosaurs. It might not sell papers anymore, but it definitely triggers clicks and shares. Markets, by contrast, treat it like what it usually is — a Washington melodrama that doesn’t dent the real economy.”

And the public?  With every shutdown, we learn just how inessential so much of our government is to our day-to-day lives, and how much we need to prune it, drastically.

Unnamed Drivers (And Voters)

Exhibit #1:

Additional note:  3 years is a “limited term”.

I’m not often in favor of yet more laws to be passed, but I think that if someone is injured or killed in an accident caused by one of these no-name drivers (or an illegal alien driver), the state in which the accident happened should have a prima facie  legal cause for suing the issuing state, for millions of dollars.

That, and the affected state should impose a mandatory life sentence without parole on the no-name (or illegal alien) driver — public executions no longer being fashionable.

I am getting so sick of this bullshit.

Burning The Doors

From Longtime Friend and Reader Martin K.:

Martin adds:

“I am gravely disappointed at the Belgian law enforcement authorities: why do I not hear the musical sound of heavy police batons bouncing off the skull of this illegal migrant egg-fryer?”

I should point out that Martin is German — and given how often I slag off the Krauts, I am amazed that I have any German Readers at all, yet I have a few — but as a Longtime Reader, his rather poetic comment should come as no surprise.

I also suspect that at times his opinion of his compatriots may be even more scathing than mine.

Bitte schreib mir öfter, mein Freund.  (With the usual apologies for my horrible German.)