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News Roundup

Bad News

And some political news snips:

In :


...drill baby, drill.
#YeahWeVotedForThis

Some Political News:


...wait:  Fatboi?  The poster child for “limousine socialist”?

And now for some good lovin’ (I just love it when the girls talk and act tough):


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And speaking of “love”:


...Rosie O’Donnell, Ellen Degenerate, and now Courtney… still more reasons to support DJT.

And speaking of unwelcome immigrants, in The Great Cultural Assimilation Project©:


...and it’s a socialist country, even.  While locally:


...except that he isn’t a “student”, but a fucking lecturer.


...see?  That wasn’t so difficult, wuzzit?

In Global Cooling Climate Warming Change© News:


...did somebody say:  “Party time!” ?

Why, I believe they did.

From the Dept. of Education:


...is it so wrong that I got mildly excited by this visual?


...redefining the term “special ed”.  And speaking of rapists:


...of course he does.
#Britishland

In Entertainment News:


...careful what you wish for, Jew-hate boy;  you know she has Armenian cousins, right?

Now, the always-popular

      

...uh-huh, uh-huh.

From the front-line trenches in Sex Wars:


...not to mention poverty.  Even so, you’d still have get me to pull my lips off Salma Hayek’s at gunpoint.

…and at that familiar address on :


...don’t we all, honey, don’t we all.  Here’s hers, back then:

…although I must say, the 58-year-old bod isn’t too horrible either:

 

“Fine wine” comes to mind.

And that’s probably about as much news as anyone can bare.

Eye Of

Beauty, Drive Time, Gratuitous Chick Pics

Beauty of the visual kind is always subjective and as such, therefore, there will always be differing opinions on the various kinds of beauty.  I, for one, find the voluptuous Kelly Brook and Salma Hayek to be exquisite:

 

…whereas others may refute that, and prefer the more-slender silhouettes of Charlotte Hawkins and Nicole Kidman:

It’s not that I find the latter pair unattractive — not in the slightest — it’s just my preference is for the body shapes of Mlles  Brook and Hayek.

In similar fashion, therefore, do I regard Insty’s comment about the Lamborghini Miura interesting:

“I think the Lamborghini Miura was the most beautiful car of its time, but a spoiler doesn’t make it prettier.”

(He’s talking about Liberty Walk’s version of the Miura, by the way, which I think is quite beautiful for a modern car despite the spoiler.)

But the Miura was made between 1966 and 1973, and in terms of beauty, it had some stiff competition in the beauty department during those seven years.  Here’s the “traditional” Miura:

…which I agree is an absolute stunner.  The 4-liter V-12 engine didn’t hurt, either.

Then again, if we’re looking at the 1966-1973 years, there’s my personal favorite, the Dino 246 GT:

…and also from that period, the Bizzarrini Strada / Spyder:

…not to mention the incomparable Jaguar E-type:

Okay, as far as I’m concerned that whole decade (1963 – 1972) was the golden age of automotive body design, and there is scarcely a car made back then that I wouldn’t take in a heartbeat.

All more beautiful than anything made so far in the 21st century — in my opinion.

But you all knew that already.

Curiously Unattractive

The Worst

Yes, they might be outwardly attractive — if you’re into that body type — but for some reason, I have an abiding suspicion that these three conservative chicks would be… unimpressive performers (if you get what I mean).  In no specific order:

Ann Coulter

Megyn Kelly

Laura Ingraham

My friend Patterson always claimed that he avoided what he called “Mensa” women because they generally had no sense of humor. I can’t say that about the above three (because I don’t know them that well), but it’s by no means unlikely.

All I know is that I don’t get the same feeling looking at them as I do when I see Salma Hayek or Scarlett Johannsen, for example.

Nice Dream, Not Gonna Happen

Bad News

There are dreams that are achievable, unrealistic dreams that can be achieved but where the odds are hugely stacked against you, and then there are those dreams that are just… dreams without any chance of achievement.

Achievable dreams would include that cherry/unfired WWII-era 1911, the restored & modernized E-type Jag, etc.  They are out there, you just haven’t found one yet or else you don’t have the moolah on hand to buy it when you do.

Unrealistic dreams… well, there’s that night in bed with Salma Hayek, winning Powerball, finding that cherry/unfired WWII-era 1911 for only $500… you get my drift.

And then there is that category of dreams where there’s no chance in hell of success.  And here’s where I’m going to get into trouble, but oh well:

Space travel and extraterrestrial planet colonization.

What bollocks.  Given the vast distances between planets, even-vaster distances between habitable (by us) planets, it requires not only advanced science of a degree unimaginable — which may be possible — but most of all it requires a bending of the laws of physics (e.g. the time/space continuum, the frailty and short shelf life of the human body, etc.), which is not so easy.

So while it’s all very nice to ooh and aah over Elon Musk’s latest wizardry, at some point realization is going to set in and we’re going to discover that it’s just an impossible dream.

Nice song, great lyrics, but that’s no way to go through life.

Let’s face it:  we’re stuck here on good old Planet Earth, and that’s the beginning and end of it.  We’ll just have to deal with it, and come to terms with the fact that in a few million years’ time, this planet will become uninhabitable (swallowed by the Sun, our own red star in the making) and all life as we know it will cease.

(I don’t want to hear about Mars — when our sun becomes a red dwarf, it too will be swallowed into the eternal fire / black hole whatever.)

And then, to quote Arthur Balfour, Prime Minister of Great Britain (1902 – 1905):

“Imperishable monuments and immortal deeds, death itself and love stronger than death, will be as though they had never been. The energies of our system will decay, the glory of the sun will be dimmed, and the earth, tideless and inert, will no longer tolerate the race which has disturbed its solitude. Man will go down into the pit and all his thoughts will perish. The uneasy consciousness, which in this obscure corner has for a brief space broken the contented silence of the universe, will be at rest.”

He may have got the dimming of the sun wrong — it’s more likely the opposite — but the final outcome will be the same.

At least it’s in the very distant future, so there’s that.

Final Song

Entertainment

Brits were polled recently on which song they’d like to hear in their dying moments, and oy vey:

…and all I have to say is:  FFS.

  1. Having Sinatra bellowing his out-of-tune signature song would only hasten my demise by making me roar in rage and pain.  Fucking hell, imagine taking that noise with you into eternity.
  2. Ditto Whitney Houston’s braying version of that lovely Dolly Parton lament.  (I might just accept Dolly’s version, though.)
  3. I love me some Tina Turner, but not Simply The Best.
  4. Ditto Judy Garland, but not the syrupy Over The Rainbow.
  5. And being on my deathbed can hardly be called “having fun”, unless Salma Hayek has granted my dying wish.
  6. I don’t believe in angels, even when sung by Abba.
  7. Finally a song I could listen to without bellowing in rage.  Sing it to me, Satchmo.  It would be my 1b). choice.
  8. I don’t know Beautiful, so no comment.
  9. Hmmmm a Beatles song… not Hey Jude;  shuffling off the mortal coil with “Na na na nana na na” ringing in your ears would be just an unspeakable prospect.
  10. Okay, I wouldn’t mind a Queen song, just not that one.  Depending on my mood, I could do Bohemian Rhapsody (or Fat-Bottomed Girls, so I could leave with a smile on my face).

Actually, the last song I’d like to hear is September Song.  And yes, Willie’s version.  I can think of no better way to slide into oblivion — and if I could be greedy, his entire Stardust  album.