Perspective

From yesterday’s Comments:

“More than three million (and counting) “Texans” voted for Beto.”

Just remember that if all three million had voted in the same place, he wouldn’t even have carried Houston, let alone the whole state.

In fact, given that the Lone Star’s voting population numbers about 19 million, and at least ten percent of any given population are retarded assholes*, Beto’s vote count is not even double that number.


*Assuming that all retarded assholes would vote for Beto, that is, but there’s a limit even to asshole retardation.

Evolution

In my innocence, I always imagined that evolution was a Good Thing, in that v.2.0 would always be an improved version of v.1.9.9, and so on.  (Of course, that belief has been massively degraded by having to deal with software companies, but that’s for another time.)

I understand, therefore, that evolution is not necessarily an improvement, but by and large it has proven to be so — a 2021 Corvette is a much better car than its 1961 ancestor, at least mechanically speaking.  As for its shape?  I’ll let you decide:

Regardless of the shape change (ugh), I think we can agree that the 2021 model performs much better than the 1961 model, mechanically speaking, because let’s be honest, engine technology, materials and things like suspension- and brake technology are better now than they were sixty years ago.  And even the modern shape is no doubt far more efficient in terms of air management than the older one, so at least there’s that.

Now let’s talk about guns.  Here we have a situation where the technology has hardly changed at all, materials have improved somewhat, but (say) a .22 pistol’s operation and efficiency have stayed pretty much the same.

So sixty-odd years ago we had .22 pistols that looked like the High Standard and Beretta:

 

…which, I think we can all agree, did an excellent job of putting the boolet into its intended destination.  Modern pistols, of course, do just as good a job of that — pistols like the FN and SIG:

 

…but for all their improved technology and materials, they somehow end up looking like a dog’s ass.

To return to the cars for a moment, it’s as though the Corvette:

…somehow ended up looking like this:

I know, I can hear y’all now:  “The old fart’s lost it again, jabbering about the Good Ole Days.”

Yeah, maybe.

But I’d still rather own a Beretta 101 than any of the current crop of .22 hand-bricks.

And to wrap this whole train of thought up, I want somebody to explain how ideals of female beauty like this:

…have somehow evolved into this:

Same form, same basic functions between the two models… but ugh.  No thank you.

Baby Talk

Then we have this silliness:

If I were put in charge of a business today, probably one of the first things I would do is make the use of all “emojis” in corporate communications a cause for immediate termination — whether in internal emails or texts, and certainly in client communication.

Why?  Because a business is a serious thing — there are profits to be made, customer- and client relationships to be forged, and decisions made can have long-term implications and outcomes.

And serious business requires serious communication, not fucking chat-speak shorthand (and by extension, the same goes for acronyms like “AFAIK” and “IMHO”).

There’s no excuse for using any of the above.  “But it expresses what I mean much more quickly and efficiently”  is the common whine in their defense, which tells me that you are a) lazy and b) unable to write / communicate properly.  Neither of those shortcomings is likely to endear you to me, the boss.

I think that this foolishness is in keeping with the modern yoot’s belief that work isn’t serious, that employers have to make employees’ lives easier — safe, yes;  easy, not so much — and it all feeds into the scenario that today’s workers feel that they’re entitled to a job that has few rules, few restrictions on their behavior, and few demands on their intellect (such as it is).

This “work from home” nonsense is another flea on the corporate body.  I once had a job where I worked from home, but only because the (start-up) company was based in Florida and couldn’t afford to relocate me.  Even so, I made a point of spending a full week each month in Florida to meet with other executives and employees, and most especially to justify my continued employment to management.

The way I see it is that if you live closer than twenty miles from the corporate office, you should come in to work every day.

“But I’m just as efficient working from home as from the office!”  (which is a total lie, and everyone knows it) which carries the implication that the employee and not management can set the standard for efficiency.

“But I don’t have to be in the office to work!”  comes the next wail, as though management should have to justify the company’s employment requirements to the employees.  I decide the working conditions — and if I say you have to work in an office, then you’ll work in an office.  Otherwise, hit the road.”  (or “FIFO” — hah!)

I think it’s the insufferable arrogance that all the above demonstrate that makes me want to walk around with a cane, lightly swatting people who offend me with their attitude and laziness.  (I know, that’s assault — another fucking example of corrective action turned into a criminal misdeed, don’t get me started.)

Long ago, I interviewed a kid for a junior executive position, and was completely floored when he asked me how much access he’d have to senior management, to communicate (as he put it) his “ideas” for improvement.  He was equally taken aback by my response:  “What makes you think that your inexperience qualifies you for such access?”  I then got the “fresh eyes” spiel, whereupon I pointed out that he shouldn’t be so arrogant as to assume that his fresh young eyes were the first such that had ever started work at the company.

Of course, he didn’t get the job — and was somewhat hurt when I told him why I’d made that decision.  (In those days, one actually communicated with applicants when turning them down, instead of ghosting them.  Don’t get me started on this little example of corporate / individual cowardice.)

Elephant herds tend to survive (and thrive) because the older bulls keep the adolescents in line.  In today’s culture, adolescents demand that they should run the show, even though history shows that uninformed opinion and little experience ends up in disaster. One of my favorite movie storylines is that of Big (1988), where Tom Hanks is miraculously transformed into an adult, and whose idea for a toy company makes him a corporate hero.  However, his next idea is terrible, and had he not reverted to childhood, catastrophic failure would have been inevitable.

Never mind history (all that old stuff);  one has only to look at today’s White House and its Cabinet of lightweights like Harris, Buttigieg, Granholm and Raimondo  to see the consequences of such folly.

The business world is no different, by the way, as witnessed by the ineptness and uncaring attitude of adolescent children like Zuckerberg and the twerps at Google, whose “life is just like a game, dude” perspective is equally catastrophic for society.  Great ideas for a start-up, but not so good (okay, terrible) for the long term.

Unfortunately, unlike with Tom Hanks’s Big character, there’s no easy way out for the rest of us who have to live with the Bidenesque- and Metaversal catastrophes.

And while these twerps, insulated from looming catastrophe by age (Biden) and wealth (Zuckerberg), might say “BFD, dude”, the same is not true for the rest of us.

It IS a Big Fucking Deal.

News Roundup – Non-Election Edition

No post-election items, just the usual rubbish sponsored by:


The Breakfast Of Champions

And for the rest…


...little fucker should have been scourged, then impaled — but that’s just me.


.muy doloroso.  Also, huevos y putas.


.lemme tell ya, that placenta stuff is a cast-iron bitch to get off upholstery.


.missed it by thismuch.  Also keyword:  Africa.


.fuck this gun-banning asshole San Francisco company and all who work for it.


...hey, if it gets rid of the “der-das-die-den” bullshit, I’m cool.


...this has not been my experience;  although twenty does seem to be overreaching a little.



...burn them with fire.


...based on what I know of boys, that sounds about right.


...don’t forget your magic crystal and pyramid either, you fucking gullible morons.


...trust me, you do not want to see this… oh, you do? Here ya go, then, and on your own head be it.

And in INSIGNIFICA:

   

And in our Paige Three segment:


...valid question, that.  Let’s look at a few action shots:




Aaaand that’s enough swinging.

Random Totty

She started off as a singer in a band named “Hear’Say” (wouldn’t recognize any of their songs in a month of Sundays, but nemmind).  Then she left the band to start her solo career (sorry, don’t know any of those either).  But Kym Marsh was quite a hottie:

Now she’s in her mid-40s, and I have to say she’s not too horrible:

I mean, yes there are those ‘orrible tattoos, but what the hell, she did come from Liverpool after all:

And all her parts are in the correct order, as far as I can see:

Like I said, not too horrible, all things considered.