News Roundup

And speaking of anxiety, here’s THE LATEST THING TO WORRY ABOUT!!!!




...all the above on a single page at the Daily Mail.


...stupid fools.  We Murkins have been living on UPFs for decades, and we’re doing fine.

Go peddle your Chicken Little bullshit somewhere else.  We’ve got some Oreos and Twinkies to eat.

From the Dept. of Education:


...when even the Third World thinks it’s all a pile of shit...

From the Police Files:


...just to be pedantic for a moment:  15-year-olds who gang-rape are not “boys” and shouldn’t be tried — or sentenced — as such.

And let’s talk about another hardened criminal:


...only in Yurp could this be a big deal.  72 guns, although quite an impressive number, is hardly anything to write home about, and as for 3,000 rounds… that’s about what Doc Russia, Combat Controller and I take to the range for a day’s shooting.  Oh, and Alain Delon is nearly 90 and senile.  What are they going to do:  put him in jail for (ahem) life?

Oh, just for fun, some more Global Warming Climate Cooling Change©:


...of course they would.  Self-sufficiency is subversive, didn’t you know?

In Glueball Jewhate News:


...another blow struck for the Eternal Caliphate.  Now let’s turn him into a martyr for Allah, the sooner the better.

Again, from the Great Cultural Assimilation Project:


...and the Chamber of Commerce gets a collective woody at the thought of all that cheap labor.


...actually, it is.  At some point, they’re going to be casting illegal votes (crime), killing and/or raping women and children (crime) and committing acts of terrorism (crime).  So what IS the fucking issue, then?


...not quite as tough as the Texas law, but it’s a start.  Let’s see if it clears their Senate and Governor’s desk, though.  Then again, there’s you-know-who:


...given the cost of housing on the Left Coast, they won’t be able to make the payments anyway.

And we’re off to the races:


...let’s put on a play about, say, the Franco-Prussian war, and make admission Whites-only.  See what happens.

And speaking of res 

 


...[rising to a point of order] actually, Monica looks sensational in black anything.  Still, let me not influence any opinions here — judge for yourselves:

And on that disturbing note we come, so to speak, to the end of the news.

Jag-who?

Proving that any corporation can become unhinged for no good reason, we have this bit of news:

Jaguar will scale back new car production to just SUV models in 2024 as the British brand ramps-up its preparations to become an electric-only luxury car maker from next year.

So what the hell.  From making cars (not SUVs) that once were the envy of other manufacturers, Jaguar will become just another factory for boring SUVs, and no-demand electric ones at that.

I will say no more, but just show what kind of thing we were treated to, back when Jag had balls and a brain.

…and that’s just some of them.

Bah.  I hope their factory catches fire from one of their silly batteries and burns to the ground, along with whichever marketing / financial “genius” signed off on this latest move.

Cretins.  They don’t deserve their storied heritage.

Simultaneous Catastrophes — Update

The response to the hard-luck story below has been wonderful.  I was able to make the appointment for Tiggy’s repairs and the dryer issue will likewise be resolved this week.  Depending on the car repair bill, I should be able to get Sputum her new treads as well, and I may even get a “new” (replacement) laptop later this week.
I hate to push my luck, but there’s still the matter of the IRS/ObamaCare fiasco…

I have the best Readers on the Internet.


At any given time, things break, we fix them / get them fixed and get on with life.

However, we should always be cognizant of that old bastard Murphy, the corollary to whose Law states that if things can go wrong, they will always go wrong in the order which will provide the greatest damage or catastrophe.  Or, in the sub-corollary, that all will occur more or less at the same time.

Wanna hear mine?

In the past seven days:

  • The Tiguan’s rear suspension and brakes need replacing (at only 135,000 miles, go figure).
  • When New Wife went to get the Fiat’s tires pumped during the recent cold weather, the tire guy said that her car won’t pass the next inspection because of tread wear (after 30,000 miles, go figure again).
  • Our tumble dryer has ceased to both tumble and dry — “What about the warranty?” you ask;  why, the 5-year warranty expired a year ago because the appliance is over six years old.  As such, repairs will cost more than simple replacement.
  • Speaking of old things: my 6-year-old laptop’s chassis has given up the ghost completely — I can’t close it without causing irreparable damage, and it’s being held together with Ye Olde Ductte Taype (pics on request).
  • Still on the laptop:  the power cord has become loosened to the point where I have to use the above to keep it in place, and even then if I move too suddenly, the connection ends and Ye Olde Batterye takes over, for about an hour before it too goes bye-bye.
  • Uncle Shylock has decided that some of  my 2013 deductions were not acceptable, and I have to repay some ungodly (for me) amount.
  • So does New Wife, who upon becoming salaried as opposed to hourly, decided to enroll in the company medical plan — but whoopsie! that incurs an ObamaCare penalty (don’t ask me for the details;  my tax preparer explained it to me, as much as one can politely explain getting bent over a desk by the Gummint, and the penalty actually dwarfs my tax deduction repayment).

Ordinarily, I could handle all the above individually:  schedule payments to the IRS over the next year, for instance;  and all the others could be put on the credit card.  But doing the latter en masse  would make the monthly repayments unaffordable.  And thanks to Bidenflation (of which I may have made some mention in the past), our monthly expenses are already at the nostrils-occasionally-underwater stage.

I have already sold everything that is saleable in my house.  That includes most of my gun collection, and the few pieces that remain I need (for obvious reasons) and aren’t worth that much anyway.

Whenever someone helpfully suggests that I get a job, I point out that this blog is my job.  It’s the only one I can do, given my advanced age and health condition, and the only way I can help myself is to depend on the kindness of others as they regard the worth of my writing on this website.

For the most obvious of reasons, I can’t open up an OnlyFans account like this tart did.  Most distressingly, the market for the model in the pic below would be embarrassingly small.


…even though I’ve lost quite a bit of weight since then.  And I think I’ve punished my tiny pool of Lady Readers enough anyway.

You all know what to do.  My sooper-seekrit mailing address for Going Paper is:

6009 W. Parker Rd, Ste 149-141, Plano TX 75093

…and then there is Venmo (no PayPal, sorry) or Zelle via [email protected]

Anything you can send will be hugely appreciated, because quite frankly, this is the only way out for me if nothing else comes to the fore (e.g. a lottery win, and you know the odds against that).

Thank you all in advance,

News Roundup

And with that excellent advice, here’s some Rx News:


...WuFlu itself, reaction to the “vaccine”, very bad acid trip or a combination of all three?  I report, you decide.

Some Political News:


...I think he just woke up and realized what a scam it all is.  By the way:  Johnson is a pretty good mayor (for a Democrat shithole like Dallas metro).

From the Great Assimilation Project:


...anyone surprised by this?  Nobody?  Me neither.  Also:


...is he going to get severely punished?  Don’t make me laugh.  Then there’s this:


...can we do a cut ‘n paste Over Here?

Hot off the Police Blotter:


...should have joined the NYPD if she wanted to do a little risk-free cashless shopping.

Some Sporting News:


...considering that he’s undeniably better than anyone else who’s ever played the game, that’s hardly surprising.

From the Palace Papers:


...would that be the same “secret weapon” who “dealt with” his ex-wife?

More news from the front lines of Sex Wars:


...when is “too soon”?  During the first date?   Before meeting the parents?  On the first night of the honeymoon?


...I always suspected this to be the case.  Now it’s “experts” to the rescue.

And speaking of psycho bitches and other beings, ecco 

     

...and will we get to see them Over Here?  Silly rabbits.

In ShowBiz Noose: [/Robin Williams]

There was yet another pointless awards show recently, when actors, actresses and sluts [some overlap]  got together to air-kiss each others’ cheeks etc.  The men’s fashion choices, as always, ranged from the elegant:

…to the dreadful:


…with sartorial sins so egregious I shouldn’t have to list them.

Some guy tried hard, but forgot his socks, FFS:


…and of his companion and her “I don’t wanna be here” stare, we need say nothing.

And speaking of the women:


…all quite nice, actually.

And I will admit to a little tinge of old-man lust towards the late-40s-vintage Reese Witherspoon.

There were a couple of the older trots (Trots?) among them, but I’m not going to spoil anyone’s appetite with pictures of Oprah, Streep, Streisand and Melissa McCarthy, because I care.

And anyway, it’s time to end the news.

 

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And talking about giving the finger:


...let NYFC sink.


...they hate us, we move, Q.E.D.

From the Global Cooling Climate Warming Change© front:

  and:
...make ’em starve, guys:  join the Frogs and Krauts, make your own European Union.  Also:


...some would call it prudence, others would call it hypocrisy.  I report, you decide.

On the Police Blotter:


...wait [putting on Sarah Hoyt’s Shocked Face]:  you mean criminals don’t obey gun-prohibition laws? 

And speaking of gun laws:


...git ‘er done, cher.


...that’s not really breaking news, is it?  We’ve been doing that anyway, since Trump was still only a millionaire.

In the Dept. of Vanishing Things:


...wait:  could this crisis be from vegans becoming a dying breed?  One can only hope.

And in International News:


...and as plans go, this sounds like a good one.


...lemme guess:  for boys, Mohammed, Piotr and Jetmir;  for girls, Ngxoza, Jasmin and Agnieszka.


...presenting Dr. Kim’s Patented Anti-Seagull Devi©e:

And now ’tis time for link-free 

...and how many men would take the risk?


...not, mind you, that I think she said (or says) it that often, the Welsh tart.  But anyway:

And one from days of yore:

And that’s it for the news.

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...in those halcyon days before the Safety Nazis took over.

Let’s kick off with some Crime News:


...in which we play “guess the race of the bad guy”.


...nothing to do with all the rampant theft and looting, of course, it’s just pure racism in action.  Bonus:  guess in whose electoral district this is happening?


...good grief, why didn’t we think of that before? I bet his law prof is so proud of him.


...can somebody ‘splain to me why we shouldn’t inflict some cruel and unusual punishment on his murderous ass… oh yeah, that Constitution thing.  Damn.

And in the Great Cultural Assimilation Project:


...I’d show some sympathy, but it’s NYFC.


...on the bright side, they might have done this to a Texan.
#ThanksTexGovAbbott


...sheesh, where do they think they are:  Minneapolis?


...”racists” being just about every Irishman not in government.

In Medical News:


And also:


...and when you’ve lost Stephen Fry, you’ve pretty much lost the war.

And now, some Supernatural Sex News:


...just kidding:  they really are fucking crazy [sic].  Pity the poor ghosts.  And speaking of the insane:


...I’m just amazed that people are crazy enough to give money to FJB at all.  On the other hand, it’s his last chance to have some cash lying around when his ass leaves the White House.

In this Friday’s (link-free) 

      

And in Sorta-ShowBiz News:


...frankly, I’ve seen curvier ironing-boards.  But hey, judge for yourself:

…”stunning”?  STUNNING?

Now here’s stunning:


...take it away, chica:

And on that truly stunning note, we end the news roundup.