Author: Kim du Toit

Big Mermaid

Fine Art

So much for art, then.  It appears that while the doughty Danes had such a good record of resistance against the real Nazis, they’re going to submit to the Feminazis:

A revealing mermaid statue in Denmark is set to be removed after it was deemed ‘a mans hot dream of what a woman should look like’ due to its large breasts.  

The Danish Agency for Palaces and Culture is reportedly taking down the massive 14-tonne Den Store Havfrue (the Big Mermaid) from Dragor Fort after criticism from locals.

Politiken’s art critic, Mathias Kryger, branded the statue ‘ugly and pornographic’, while Sorine Gotfredsen, a priest and journalist, wrote in the newspaper Berlingske: ‘Erecting a statue of a man’s hot dream of what a woman should look like is unlikely to promote many women’s acceptance of their own bodies.’ 

She said it was encouraging to know that many people find the statue ‘vulgar, unpoetic, and undesirable, because we’re suffocating in overbearing bodies in public space’.

So because “many people” find the thing (things?) objectionable, it’s “Bye bye statue”, then?

For those Readers who couldn’t be bothered to follow the link, here are pics of the offending artwork:

And in profile:

Wasn’t sculptured boobage the very origin of the term “statuesque”, anyway?

Stupid Danes.

Oh, and speaking of stupid Danes, here’s what the above-mentioned “art critic” looks like:

…and the priestly journalist:

Go figure, huh?

And to help you banish that foulness from your mind, here’s our own favorite statuesque lovely, Kelly Brook:

…who makes Den Store Havfrue  look positively anemic by comparison.

Quote Of The Day

QOTD

From the statuesque Bryony Gordon at the Daily Mail, talking about padel:

“The game has always struck me as tennis for those who can’t be bothered to learn tennis, but given our dwindling attention spans, it’s probably the perfect sport for our age.”

I always thought it was a cross between tennis (court and scoring system ), squash (playing off the walls) and table tennis (the bats).

It’s also gentler, takes up less space, and doesn’t require as much exertion as tennis or squash.  It really is the perfect non-sport for our silly age — which means it’s soon going to become an Olympic event.  (#SynchronizedSwimming)

“yeah, but why do you call Bryony Gordon ‘statuesque’, Kim?”

Relativity

Funny Stuff, Lies and Untruths, Numbers & Statistics

Saw this breathless statement over at Insty’s:

Big fat hairy deal.  Only 327x?  Going from memory, let’s look at some relative increases* in the costs of goods and services since the early 1940s, shall we?

Groceries:  353x
Gasoline:  417x
Electricity (when it’s not browning out):  330x
Apartment rental:  472x
Housing cost per sq.ft:  488x
Bourbon whiskey:  270x  (congratulations, Jim Beam;  yours is the only commodity that’s still more-or-less affordable)
Large automobiles:  634x
College tuition:  729x

In fact, our mythical “AI researcher”, even at his current earning level, still won’t be able to buy a car or a house;  rent an apartment;  pay his utility bills;  be able to drive cross-country without taking his bank manager along;  or pay for his kids’ college tuition.

Yet somehow Oppie managed to do all that, and more, on his pitiful Manhattan Project salary.

*Okay, I made all those numbers up, but I bet they aren’t far off the mark.  Hat tip:

Swinging

Morons & Idiots

Via Ace of Spades, I see two lovely bits of information.  The second one comes first, and it involves swinging, but not the “ethical non-monogamy” kind.  We’re talking political swings:

Of course, my baleful gaze is immediately directed towards the bottom end of the chart, where the dying (not soon enough) Baby Boomers are still clinging onto their hippiedom:

Are you serious?

FFS, I’m 70 years old and I cannot conceive of any rhyme or reason why after all this time I would start wearing that old Che Guevara t-shirt again, or wearing a peace amulet and saying “Far out!” (except to embarrass my children, of course).

But if you look at pics of all the White morons screaming indignantly at ICE or whatever, they’re all grey-haired old farts waving their wrinkled arthritic fists in the air and chanting “Hey, hey, LBJ!  How many kids did you kill today?”  because their addled brains got all confused and they can’t remember the current idiotic chants because they forgot their cheat sheets (helpfully printed out for them by ActBlue) back at home, underneath their well-thumbed copies of the New York fucking Times.  Screaming old shrews and addled neo-Marxist fuckheads, the lot of them.

Not for the first time, I’m embarrassed by my own age group, and the sooner they all die the better.

And yes, I’ll gladly include myself among that number if it will help bring about the demise of the rest of them.

What we need is another Kent State Moment, but at The Villages this time.

Okay, I forgot the first piece of information from Ace’s post.  What was it again?  (It’s hard to remember when your senses are blinded by a Red Curtain Of Blood.)

Oh yeah, this priceless line:

Young Men Cannot Name a Single “Masculine” Democrat Except for Obama

LOL. If the most “recognizably masculine” figure in your political party is Barack Obama…

…you may as well rename it the “Womyn & Girlyboys’ Empowerment Collective” — oh wait, that’s what they are already.

Pathetic losers, they and their addled 65+ supporters.