Author: Kim du Toit

Les Mots Justes

Freaks & Loonies, Riotous Assemblies

Renee Good’s last moments revealed as woman suffered FOUR gunshot wounds during deadly clash with ICE

…giving rise to the old expression, “Good shooting, Tex!”  Four shots inside a couple of seconds?  Dude!

I have no sympathy, none at all, for these idiots who are prepared to turn themselves into movie props for the anti-American cinema show being produced by HateAmerica Inc. (Executive [sic] producers:  George Soros, Tim Waltz, AOC, Ilhan Omar etc. etc. etc.)

It’s one thing to get violent with the federales when they’re doing something illegal and/or un-Constitutional, e.g. engaging in mass confiscation of guns from otherwise law-abiding citizens.

But ICE is simply following the law, which states quite clearly, “If you’re here illegally, you’re gonna get deported.”  (Trump addendum: “…and even more quickly if you’ve committed other crimes.”  Which we voted for.)

At some point in the near future, some Lefty mook is going to bring a gun to the movie, and I fully expect — and hope — that when that happens, the full force of the law attacks this bunch of Commies like a rabid Rottweiler, chewing up not only said mook, but following the trail of money and chewing up the rest of this foul pestilence on our country.

RFI: OS

Advice, Technology

As someone who is actively looking to do this, can someone please explain the last panel to me?

…because I don’t understand the iconography.  What are the products?

#StupidOldFart #OutOfTouch

Classic Beauty: Melina Mercouri

Classic Beauty

I always worshipped Greek actress Melina Mercouri, ever since I saw her in the brilliant 1960 movie Never On Sunday.  I have no idea how I got to see it during that year, being only six years old, but my memory is watching it at the drive-in theater while my parents snored on the front seat of the car.  The subject matter and storyline would have horrified my mother, had she been awake:  the promiscuous prostitute who was being swayed from her debauched life by some goody-two shoes American, with loud and sometimes violent opposition.

I didn’t understand any of it, of course, being only six years old.

But I fell in love with Melina’s character:  her blonde hair, her huge, flashing eyes, that wide, sensuous mouth and her fiery spirit.  (I adore Italian actress Anna Magnani for precisely the same reasons.)

The thing is that Melina wasn’t really acting.  When the “colonels” came to power in Greece, overthrowing the elected government of the time, she went crazy in attacking them.  And when they revoked her Greek citizenship, her response was classic:  “I was born a Greek and I will die a Greek.  They were born fascists and they will die fascists.”

Then after sanity prevailed and democracy returned to Greece [irony alert], she was made Minister of Culture — the first woman in male-dominated Greek politics ever to reach Cabinet rank.  She stayed in that position for eight years, most probably because by then she was an icon, and everybody was probably too afraid to oppose her.

And now on with the show:

Color?  Of course:

And here she is, going Full Melina:

Magnificent.  And scary.  And, of course, sexy as all hell.

Memoirs Of A Busker – Chapter 1

Friends and Family, Music, Writing

Foreword

This work was inspired by a man who started off as a passing acquaintance, then a fellow-traveler, and then a great and lifelong friend who remained so even though our lives crossed but briefly and would eventually be separated by the oceans.  How we lost touch, then regained touch, and discovered that our friendship had endured, is a story for the ages.

So this memoir is dedicated to him.  And you’ll meet Max later, as the tale unfolds.

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Unexpected Pleasure

Friends and Family

If blogging seems a trifle light today, it’s because most of yesterday was spent in the company of Longtime Reader UncleKenny — during which we had a fine session at my local range, followed by coffee and a long chat.

I should point out that most of the chatting was done by me, because as I seldom nowadays have any social contact with friends, I tend to jabber on endlessly when I do.  He didn’t fall asleep during said chat, and on occasion even prompted me to continue, which says much about his scholarliness and gentlemanliness.

I have without doubt the best damn Readers on the Internet.  Thanks, Ken, and it was a rare and special privilege to meet you in person.

Afterthought:  I should point out that nobody’s perfect:  he did bring a Glock to the range after all, but at least it was chambered for the manly .45 ACP and not the other rubbish.  And anyway, such lapses in taste can always be forgiven among friends.