…about Titanic 5:
…and finally, from MasterCard*:
*okay, maybe not.
Not content with sending us Neil Young and Jim Carrey, the Canuckis are now poisoning our air as well:
New York City topped the list of the world’s worst air pollution for parts of Tuesday as harmful smoke wafted south from more than a hundred wildfires burning in Quebec.
Smoke from Canada’s fires has periodically engulfed the Northeast and Mid-Atlantic for more than a week, raising concerns over the harms of persistent poor air quality.
My suggestion would be to use CanuckPM Justin Castro Trudeau to beat out the flames, but no doubt this solution may upset some people.
I have no doubt too that the reasons for all these wildfires are similar to those of California’s runaway blazes, i.e. stupid Green policies [redundancy alert].
But at least New Yorkers can now see what it’s really like to live in Beijing.
Update: Oh, lookee here.
I had every intention of attending the WWII shoot up in Kansas last Saturday — I was even bringing New Wife along to meet people — when somewhere along the interstate north I managed to drive over a discarded 18-wheeler’s tire tread, and I mean the entire tread, lying on its side and looking for all the world like a tire. No time to avoid it — I was looking back for oncoming traffic as I came onto the highway* — and only saw the fucking thing when it was about twenty feet away.
THUMP-THUMP-THUMPETY-THUMP-THUMP FUCKING HELL
Bloody thing did a number on the underside of the Tiguan (fortunately, not the engine, at least, I don’t think so as no warning lights came on), and tore off parts of both front-wheel wells.
So much for that car trip. Ignoring the horrible scraping sound from underneath, I limped off the interstate and managed to get to a mechanic shop. They cut off most of the draggy parts, but then recommended I not drive the thing.
And here I sit, waiting for the insurance guy to look at it and write me a check.
My apologies to all for my non-attendance, but there it is.
*Texas drivers will not yield to nor even slow down for cars entering the freeway in case they lose their God-given place in the traffic, so it’s vital to look back to see that someone isn’t coming up on you at speed.
Amidst all the tales of woe emanating from storm-battered Florida at the moment, few can be more tragic than this one:
Brand new McLaren hypercar worth over $1 MILLION is washed from Florida garage by floodwater from Hurricane Ian
Before:
After:
I mean, the poor guy’s going to be left with only his Rolls to fetch groceries… talk about suffering.
(Afterthought: his insurance agent is probably going to commit suicide — I bet that when he included a “we’ll pay if your McLaren is washed away in a storm” rider in the coverage, he thought he was onto a sure thing.)
Annnnnd the Germans are in deep shit:
According to release statistics from the German economic ministry, energy prices in August were more than double the same period last year, up 139%. The monthly increase was more than 20.4% higher than July. Additionally, producer prices for electricity rose 174.9% compared with August 2021 and by 26.4% in a single month.
This jaw-dropping increase in energy cost has resulted in German manufacturing prices for industrial goods jumping 7.9% in August alone, with a year-over-year increase in the cost to manufacture goods at 45.8%. That is the highest rate of price increase since Germany began recording their statistics in 1939.
It’s a pity they didn’t start in 1919, because then we could have compared today (and tomorrow, from the looks of things) to the numbers from the Weimar Republic. Nonetheless, Germany’s in for a rough ride.
Couldn’t happen to a nicer bunch of watermelons.
“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.