…that would be our Brit Cousins, who yesterday celebrated Boxing Day not by sitting by a warm fire eating crumpets etc., oh no. Apparently, the Boxing Day “tradition” Over There is to freeze your appendages off in this manner:
To quote Obelix: “These Britons are crazy.”
Made certain parts of me shrink just by looking at ’em.
Not the fun NHRA or IHRA stuff we all know and love, but the corporate race to sponsor drag queen events for kids:
Wells Fargo, Target, Hewlett-Packard, and CitiBank are sponsoring an event in Boise, Idaho, that will feature child drag performers.
The Boise Pride Festival will have an event called “Drag Kids on Stage.” The description reads, “You have watched the queens and kings, now it’s time to see the kids.”
It goes on to call the performances “a drag show like none other” and notes that those between the ages of 11 and 18 will be performing.
Well now, isn’t that special? And by the way, the list of corporate sponsors is much longer — follow the link to see who else is involved.
I currently bank with Wells Fargo (because they bought out my old bank), but as soon as Nolan Ryan’s RBank comes to Plano, I will be gone as fast as my feet can carry me.
Update: Yeah, baby.
Okay, maybe Florida too; but the Cajuns got there first.
A man in Louisiana is facing various drug charges and wildlife violations after authorities found him with too many sharks in his boat and an undisclosed amount of methamphetamine.
I just can’t.
You can tell from the number of tags to this story that I have absolutely no clue how to categorize this.
There is no limit to the micro-managing that a Blue state can descend to:
The bill — Creating a Respectful and Open World for Natural Hair — prohibits discrimination based on natural and protective hairstyles, including braids, locks, twists and Bantu knots. It also blocks Bay Staters from being denied employment or educational opportunities due to their hairstyles and textures.
Gov. Baker described the nexus of the CROWN Act as a “citizen movement,” started by a “very small number of people in which the right thing to do became clearer and clearer the longer the discussion went on.”
And while we’re there, some old-fashioned ones:
And of course, my old favorite style chart:
Oy. When you’re going to try to assassinate someone for the first time, perhaps you shouldn’t ask Google for help:
Nicholas Roske searched on Google for the “quietest semi auto rifle” and the “most effective place to stab someone” before he arrived outside Kavanaugh’s home in June.
I don’t know much about stabbing (okay, I do, but not as much as I know about semi-auto rifles), but “quietest semi auto rifle” ? How about, NONE, you fucking moron.
Okay, a little .22 semi like a Ruger or Marlin wouldn’t be as loud as, say, an AR-15 or even a Remington 7400; but if we’re talking serious man-killer chamberings, I think I’m safe in saying that they’re all pretty fucking loud.
In a way, though, I’m glad the little prick was so stupid. Had he been a serious shooter, Kavanaugh might have been in trouble.
Even better, though, was this:
The 26-year-old also said in an online chat forum he was going to “remove some people from the supreme court” to “stop roe v wade from being overturned.”
“I could get at least one, which would change the votes for decades to come,” Roske said, “and I am shooting for 3.” [sic]
Uh huh.
By the way, isn’t that Rem 7400 a cutie? And it’s in the manly .30-06 Springfield, which I doubt that our Gen Z wannabe-killer would be able to handle anyway.
One of Rupert Murdoch’s grandspawn got married over the weekend. Normally, of course, I would ignore nonsense like this, but I had to share the fun with My Loyal Readers.
First, there was the fact that the day before the wedding, ol’ Rupert told wife Jerry Hall (the ex-Mrs. Mick Jagger) that he was dumping her — told her this by email. Pretty classless, but more or less standard behavior of the man christened the “Dirty Digger” by various press outlets.
Second, there was the bridal party, and I’ll leave it to you to find the flyshit in the sugar bowl:
And lastly, there was the bridal couple:
Here’s a full frontal of Rupert’s granddaughter:
Black and white, in color. The tattoos don’t even match the dress pattern…
It all just shows, as if we ever needed a reminder, that money doesn’t buy class.