Okay, this has to stop. All these candidates… but this one is a serious contender:
You have to know that when the country which gave the world Auschwitz is seen as a better residential prospect for Jews than Britishland… yowzer.
And I can think of quite a few denizens of Hell who are saying, “Okay, enough already.”
#Hitler #Himmler #Goebbels #etc.
At least the Japs are being honest about it:
A Tokyo chain pub has set a ban on older customers – in order to try to maintain the raucous, fun atmosphere for which it is known. Tori Yaro Dogenzaka is an izakaya (an affordable Japanese pub) situated in Japan‘s capital city.
This year, the establishment propped up a sign outside the entrance, informing customers of the new rules. The sign said: ‘Entrance limited to customers between the ages of 29 and 39. This is an izakaya for younger generations. Pub for under 40s only.’
I have no idea what constitutes the Japanese drinking demographic, but it must be different from us gaijin because Over Here (and in the rest of the West) we know that Prime Drunk Age is between 16 and 28. So if the Japs are anything like that, a “29-39” pub is not going to be a “raucous and fun” atmosphere; it will be quiet and gloomy, with patrons drinking maybe a couple pints before leaving. (I imagine the soaring price of booze in the Land Of The Rising Sun is if anything higher than it is in Western Civ, which defies comprehension.)
Can’t see a decent profit margin there, but whatever.
What I’d like to see is a bar exclusively for the 65+ age group, selling booze at prices that don’t insult us and are closer to what we used to pay back when we were in our Prime Drunk Age. Make the place’s decor cozy and welcoming, play background music worth listening to (and not played at tinnitus-causing levels so we could, you know, converse without shouting), set up some chess- and backgammon boards, offer darts and dominoes, and provide affordable Uber rides home so the fuzz don’t get all excited when the elderly patrons come staggering out into the street.
At closing time, you’d have to drive me out at gunpoint.
I know, the accountants are going to tell me that such an establishment would be completely “unsustainable” or some such bollocks, but considering how today’s businesses have no problem with wasting jillions of bucks on specious bullshit (e.g. electric fucking cars and Pride Month parade sponsorships), I think that “Ye Olde Pharrttes Arms” concept is worth trying.
Oh, and one absolute and unbreakable stipulation: NO LIVE MUSIC.
Sent by several Readers, especially my Brit buddies, this.
Following on from yesterday’s post on those two $950k houses, imagine trying to get “planning permission” in Wales for the following:
“Snowballs in Hell” comes to mind…
From Kurt Schlichter:
“Quick, everybody care what a bunch of impotent, fussy foreigners think about us! No, really, we should give a damn that some herring-gobbling fjord jockey is mad about Donald Trump. Yeah, Norwegians totally matter. But not really. No foreigner matters. Not Canadians, not the English, not the Arabs (especially of the nonexistent Palestinian variety), not the Papua/New Guineans. Here’s the reality. Most foreigners are trash. Most people who aren’t Americans suck. And treacherous Americans who presume to leverage the puny outrage of second-rate cultures against ours deserve our contempt and mockery almost as much as the foreigners themselves. They think we’re dumb, New World rubes with too much in the way of guns, calories, and Jesus.
“In contrast, we barely think of them at all.”
And that’s only the beginning of his most excellent rant. Read it all, and chortle.
This headline gave me the giggles:
Well, yes he should — except that BritPM Starmer is actually a rent poster boy for the “Britain-hating left”, so it’s unlikely to happen.
I’m just astonished that the article was published by the normally-astute TCW…
Anyway, while this is all very interesting, we Over Here should be worrying about our own Left, whose best descriptor would be “America-hating” — kindred spirits, as it were.
…and if I have to identify these foul bastards for you, you just haven’t been paying attention.
I’d go on, but I’ve inflicted enough punishment on your eyeballs today.