Author: Kim du Toit

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…I’d prefer that an alligator was eating the President alive, myself.


…actually, they’re forcing us to vote you Green assholes out of office… but we’ll let you find that out for yourself.


…and she’s well rid of him.


…winner of the “Nothing Says ‘OKLAHOMA!’ More Than This” competition.


..expecting “class” from a Kardashian is like expecting a PhD from an aardvark.


…I’m just amazed they still have any cattle left.


…note “instructor” not “professor — and her bio is exactly what you’d expect it to be.  At Harvard.


…and the pendulum swings, oh yes it does.  By the way, a couple of their policy proposals would be sure vote-getters in Europe as whole, not just in Italy.


…hence the term “guided muscle”.


…no, don’t be like the Democrats.  Fix the economy first, stupid, then address taxes.  Witch-hunts much later.

And in INSIGNIFICA:

        …probably needed a month’s worth of antibiotics to recover.

Finally, from EU-land:


…but before clicking on the link, you may want to take a look at this Eva Vlaardingerbroek creature:

And by the way, I think that “Vlaardingerbroek” means “Flan-ingredient-pants” in English, but I’ll let Reader Jwenting correct me. (And indeed he has:  “Vlaardingerbroek refers to a polder near the town of Vlaardingen.  A “broek” is directly what in English is called a “brook” or creek.”)

Many thanks.

Quote Of The Day

Eco-Crap, QOTD

From Hugo Gurdon:

“We’re now able, with our dazzling technology, to look billions of light years from the surface of our planet all the way to the rim of outer space and to peer back as far as the beginning of the universe. But here on Earth, we blind ourselves with ideology and cannot see what’s staring us in the face.”

Most concise takedown of the Green Tyranny I’ve seen to date.

Offensive

LGBTOSTFU

Here’s the background to this story.

A town put on a carnival, which featured a parade of bands, floats, and so on.  The usual.

A bunch of pranksters decided to pull a fast one, and entered their own (and unapproved) float.

The float featured a sign declaring: ‘Of course we’re women, we sit down to pee’ and ‘Olympics 2024 woman’s 100m final’ – referencing the recent decision from FINA, world swimming’s governing body, who recently adopted a new policy to prohibit transgender women from competing in women’s races.

Three men ran behind the float, which was not officially entered into the carnival and secretly joined the procession on the day of the event, dressed in sports-bras and Speedos while wearing comedy wigs.

They were joined by five women running alongside them, who laughed as they followed the homemade float, which featured a toilet and a man standing in a white coat – appearing to pose as an official referee.

Funny as hell.

All went well until — you guessed it — a passing tranny saw the float, and of course took offense:

Trans stand-up comedian Donna Landy attended the Great Torrington Mayfair and Carnival in Devon back in May and blasted a float for being ‘offensive’ and highlighting a backwards’ viewpoint on transgender issues.

I thought being a comedian required having a sense of humor, but clearly not.  Anyway:

‘I was going to the Torrington Carnival to see my daughters, who were in the parade. I got there a bit late and was just catching up with the procession when I came across this float, the last one in the parade, and was a bit puzzled.

‘When I caught up with the float and read the sign my heart sank, it was clearly mocking trans athletes in sport and by extension all trans people, really.’

Ms Landy said she was worried she ‘could get attacked’ at the event because people could have began ‘mocking her’.

Of course:  afraid for your life, you were, what with Great Torrington being internationally renowned for being a hotbed of tranny oppression.

Needless to say, the carnival issued a groveling apology — despite the float being a “non-approved” entry.  Whatever.

My question for our frightened tranny comedian is quite simple:

Do your daughters call you “Mom” or “Dad”?

I’m guessing “Mom”, as you clearly have no balls.