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Author: Kim du Toit
News Roundup
Short takes on Da Nooz:
1) Presidential hopeful Pete Buttplug indicated he is open to the idea of raising the legal age for firearm purchases — Cool. As long as he also supports raising the voting age by the same number.
2) Venezuelan dictator Maduro announced late Monday that he would order “surprise” war games to plan for attacks against the United States on a “permanent” basis — so basically, he’s copying California and D.C., except they’re not playing.
3) Portland Police Bureau are seeking the public’s help in identifying four Antifa members who took part in a recent protest in the city where police officers and civilians were attacked — and a prediction: one day these little fascist fucks are going to threaten or beat the wrong guy, and get shot in the face. On that day, I will publish a report of the incident under “Righteous Shootings”.
4) Paki Rape Gang Sentenced To Jail Terms — instead of being taken out behind the courthouse and shot in the back of the neck, unfortunately.
5) EU Wants To Keep Plundering Britain’s Fishing Waters — OR, the Brits can just send out their new aircraft carrier for “practice war games” and sink every EU ship it comes across. It’s not like the Euros could do anything about it, not one of them having a deepwater navy.
6) Noted Homophobe Trump Appoints Homo As DNI — so much for that little Lefty talking point. (Of course, he’s the wrong kind of homo, being conservative, hence the howls of protest from the Hair On Fire Party.)
7) CanuckiPM Girlyman Has No Clue — no surprises there, especially as he secretly supports their protests.
and finally:
8) Eating a big breakfast could help you burn double the amount of calories than if you eat a larger meal at dinner — y’all know what to do now, don’tcha?
By the way, if that were true, I’d weigh about 100lbs.
Yeah, About That
I’m sick of people leaving their own shithole countries, then insisting that the new host country change to suit their stupid customs and ridiculous laws. In a rare glimpse of reality, a British court actually agrees with me:
The Court of Appeal, the second-highest court in England and Wales after the Supreme Court, has ruled that the Islamic marriage contract, known as nikah in Arabic, is not valid under English law.
Needless to say, there’s handwringing because some women are now going to be denied protection under British bankruptcy laws because ta-dah! their nikah marriages weren’t legal to begin with.
Under ancient laws, these women’s “husbands” could have been charged with fornication (which would have caused said Muslim assholes to head to the registry offices toot sweet, you bet), but of course those laws have been abolished in Britain (although it should be noted that such laws have not been abolished in Muslim countries).
This does not mean, of course, that I am advocating the return of puritannical laws — at least, not this specific one — but it does make one think of the rather novel concept of “unforeseen consequences”, does it not?
Anyway, there is of course a legal remedy to this situation: make each taxpayer claiming a spouse as a dependent on their tax return furnish a certified copy of their marriage license as proof of legal marriage. But that’s not gonna happen because some civil rights bullshit or other.
What a mess, and all so easily preventable.
Spreading The Virus
“Going viral” now has a whole new meaning:
I am SO weak…
Of course, there are other ways to make light of this thing:
For my Tribe Readers:
(yeah, I get them too)
More celebrities:
And where would we be without the WHO?
Finally, a sooper-seekrit poll what I done myself (promise):
To quote Dan Rather: “Fake, but accurate.”
Character
I always enjoy reading Theodore Dalrymple’s articles, and this one at Taki’s Mag is no exception because as he takes on the topic of modern architects and their pulchriphobia (fear of beauty), he drops little diamonds like this into the discussion:
Taste is very revelatory of character, and though we live in an age in which we delight to talk of ourselves, in fact we do so while carefully protecting ourselves from true self-revelation or true self-examination.
Longtime Readers will know that while this may be true of a lot of people, there’s a distinct lack of that nonsense in this little corner of the Internet — most especially when it comes to discussions of architecture, or guns, or cars, or women, or practically anything which can be beautiful or made beautifully.
Pulchriphilia is more the order of the day, here. How could it be otherwise when I marvel at things like this:
or this:
or this:
or (wrenching myself unwillingly away from further contemplation of Suzanne Pleshette) this:
…or, to return to the article’s original topic, buildings such as this:
Going along with Dalrymple’s quote above, I am quite aware that my classification of all the above as “beautiful” may reveal aspects of my character, and to be honest, I don’t care a fig. I am what I am, it is what it is, and each of the above is a perfect example of the eponymous poem by John Keats:
A THING OF BEAUTY is a joy forever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
’Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
All lovely tales that we have heard or read:
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.
Having pulchriphobia means denying the spirit that endless fountain, and we are much the poorer for its loss. Here’s Keats’s musk-rose:
Pause a while and smell it, while listening to this.
Financial Opportunity
I wish I were a bookie. Then, if this happened:
…and somehow he got elected, I’d start an offshore bookie business:
- 2-1 that he’d “hang himself” in the presidential limo on the way back to the White House from his inauguration ceremony
- 3-1 there’d be an “accident” at the Inauguration Ball
- 1-3 he’d die “of natural causes” before his first Cabinet meeting
- 1,000-1 odds against him living long enough to deliver his first State Of The Union address.
Yeah, Hillary Bitch Clinton would be President, but I’d have made a lot of money and be living in the Caymans.