I really wish I had the tech and such to be able to do stuff like this. Alas, my time has come and gone, but I still enjoy the hell out of ol’ Gramps Hitchcock45, who is my kinda guy altogether.
Take a half-hour out of your day to watch the comparison. The only way it could be more fun for me is if I’d been there with him.
Keeping it short and sweet, like Salma Hayek.
…and if one of my children ever did this to me, they could expect to see their car firebombed or towed. Which is why they wouldn’t do it.
…as are we all. These pathetic accommodationists make Neville Chamberlain look like Attila The Hun.
…I report, you decide.
…hey, “Reverend”: waddya expect from a bunch of gun-totin’ rednecks, anyway? Kinda like what we expect from a racist hustler from NYfuckenC.
…I was going to refer to these people as “morons”, but it seems redundant, somehow.
…LOL as panic ensues.
…hardly worth commentary, really. Anyone who’s ever had a Tequila Evening could probably top that story.
…and until recently, New Zealand was always regarded as the “sensible” country in Australasia.
…order away, Joe. Let’s see how that works out for ya.
…giving a whole new meaning to the term “one-night stand”.
And speaking of short and sweet:
…although frankly, I was amazed to see that the shortass’s feet even reached the ground.
Finally, a couple of my Brit Readers have complained about me giving short shrift to the extraordinary Rhian Sugden on these pages. Complain no more:
From Teddy Dalrymple:
“With luck, the mass impoverishment that is quite likely to strike Great Britain in the near future will prevent the British from going abroad in any numbers, thus slightly raising the cultural level of the rest of the world.”
When I emigrated , the following was written on the Bon Voyage card presented to me by my former colleagues:
“Kim is leaving South Africa for the United States, thus raising the average IQ of both countries.”
Who said statisticians have no sense of humor?
I just thought I’d get ahead of the curve, for once:
Mr. FM was engaged in ritual slaughter at one of his estates (in Devon, I think) over the past weekend:
…which is all well and good, but I have two serious issues with this:
1) According to the Daily Mail, Britishland is supposed to be suffering near-Arctic conditions at the moment:
…but clearly they’ve been lying again, or else Teh Weather doesn’t have the necessary permits to wander onto Mr. FM’s properties.
2) I wasn’t there to join in the festivities.
[exit, eating his liver ]
I have an uneven response to Taki writer David Cole’s articles: sometimes I want to punch him in the face, and others he makes me howl with laughter. This is one of the latter occasions, to whit:
I’m not a man who speaks in absolutes, but here’s one I’ll stand by: If a bus full of black people enters an upscale area and nobody on board is wearing a [sports] jersey, it’s bad news.
His description of a bunch of BLM mopes encountering resistance in the form of Persian Jews is equally funny:
Blacks have gotten far too used to dealing with Woody Allen Jews—weakling, neurotic nebbishes of European descent, people who are either Marxist or have Marxists in their family tree.
Persian Jews are cut from a different cloth entirely. It’s a healthy and virile community that categorically rejects racial guilting and socialist wealth redistribution. So the protesters were met by a bunch of Persian Jewish neighbors who stood against them with zero fear.
“Woody Allen Jews”… [exit, laughing]
