Has anyone here been to Slovenia before, and if so, how was the trip?
Here’s the article prompting the question.
Have to say, it looks nice — but for a tourist?
Author: Kim du Toit
Errrr Not Yet
From my Inbox:
Cheap Flights: Dallas to London, United Kingdom $647-$683 r/t [Sep-Oct] – American Airlines / British Airways / Iberia / Finnair
Ordinarily, this little deal would cause my ears to prick up like a Kardashian’s at the sound of rap music, because:
…or more likely:
…and:
…etc.
However:
Heathrow Airport chaos: Passengers fume at ‘utter carnage’ with queues ‘outside terminal’
…and:
British Airways ask for passengers to scrap summer holiday plans
…and:
Heathrow imposes daily passenger cap and tells airlines to stop selling tickets
…and then there’s this:
And those silly people who think that all this will be resolved by September should heed the words of one of my Brit friends on the topic: “September? In which year?”
Not to mention that at any time, the Brits could panic over some trivial health issue and lock the whole fucking country down again (and with my luck, I wouldn’t be in a pub when they did).
Sad, really. So… no.
No Wonder They Lost The War(s)
My plan this afternoon was to go and set up a new bank account to handle the dollars that my Kind Readers are going to support me with, and buy a few groceries from the Kroger across from there.
“Hello, Tiggy,” says I to the VW. “Ready to go on a little trip?”
“Sorta.” Some miles go by. “Nope, sorry, let me show you my check engine light, and if that’s not enough, I’ll throw in a little juddering and unresponsive throttle.”
125,000 lousy miles, lovingly looked after, and it does this to me. (see title)
I just made it to Mike The Mechanic (actually Chris, but that lacks the alliterative impact) who, when I described the symptoms, gave a merry laugh and called his wife to book that trip to the Bahamas.
Even better, I’ll only get it back next week, as they’re as busy as Hunter Biden in a whorehouse with a wallet full of taxpayer money.
Which means that for the foreseeable I get to chug around in Sputum:
Not that I mind, though, although it does mean that I will have to ferry New Wife to and from The Job. Or just stay at home, drink gin and growl at my screen.
Wait: what was the first option again?
News Roundup
Brought to you by:
And if that doesn’t just describe the denizens of this roundup’s news perfectly…
Welcome to a new department: Royal Assholes:
And on with the real news:
...yeah, let us know how that works out.
…[snicker] Sarah’s being snarky, Sarah is.
…key word: Iran. Y’all thought it was Chicago, din’tcha?
…every person involved in this horrorshow should be subject to a daily scourging until all the jobs come back to the U.S.
…somehow, I don’t think that Guns!Guns!Guns! sells a decent pastrami sandwich, but then again I’ve never been to Uvalde.
…not that anyone watches ChickSoc anyway.
…and she should know, by golly.
…but catches herself just in time.
And in INSIGNIFICA:
…I report, you decide.
Finally:
…I don’t know who the alleged “TV star” is, but she must have brought quite a lot to the party, because here’s his missus:
And some solo shots:
Nobody named Hunter Biden was harmed in the compilation of this news, unfortunately.
Compare And Contrast
Here we see two hotties (of different vintages) wearing somewhat startling outfits to a social occasion:
Paige Spirinac (29), to some party of glitterati:
…and Catherine Zeta-Jones (52), to a wedding (!):
Now I would have no problem with this latest “see-through” fashion trend, until it spreads to women like… (no names, no outbreaks of mass vomiting).
I do care about my Readers’ tender sensibilities…
Sssshhhh Don’t Tell ‘Em
“When civilization falls apart, the rifle I want is an AK-47.” We all know that famous quote, but an even better one is: “When civilization falls, you’d better know how to survive in Nature”, as Richard Moss describes the fate of the “social elites” who don’t:
They would soon realize that their clever turns of phrase, condescending smirks, allegiance to “diversity,” abortion, and rejection of God would mean nothing before the fury of nature and nature’s God. Their fatal conceits would vanish in terrified moments as nature delivered its cruel blows. Their high-minded rhetoric, progressive orthodoxy, navel-gazing, and self-absorption would dissolve before the acid rain of Gaia’s indifferent wrath.
All good stuff. Of course, I don’t have much of that knowledge either — or at least, it’s been largely forgotten — but I have friends who do, and I would arrive at their doorstep with tons of food, guns and ammo — to help guard them and their loved ones against the inevitable hordes of goblins who would try to prey on them.
The East/West Coast types? Best leave them in their ignorance.