Swinging

Via Ace of Spades, I see two lovely bits of information.  The second one comes first, and it involves swinging, but not the “ethical non-monogamy” kind.  We’re talking political swings:

Of course, my baleful gaze is immediately directed towards the bottom end of the chart, where the dying (not soon enough) Baby Boomers are still clinging onto their hippiedom:

Are you serious?

FFS, I’m 70 years old and I cannot conceive of any rhyme or reason why after all this time I would start wearing that old Che Guevara t-shirt again, or wearing a peace amulet and saying “Far out!” (except to embarrass my children, of course).

But if you look at pics of all the White morons screaming indignantly at ICE or whatever, they’re all grey-haired old farts waving their wrinkled arthritic fists in the air and chanting “Hey, hey, LBJ!  How many kids did you kill today?”  because their addled brains got all confused and they can’t remember the current idiotic chants because they forgot their cheat sheets (helpfully printed out for them by ActBlue) back at home, underneath their well-thumbed copies of the New York fucking Times.  Screaming old shrews and addled neo-Marxist fuckheads, the lot of them.

Not for the first time, I’m embarrassed by my own age group, and the sooner they all die the better.

And yes, I’ll gladly include myself among that number if it will help bring about the demise of the rest of them.

What we need is another Kent State Moment, but at The Villages this time.


Okay, I forgot the first piece of information from Ace’s post.  What was it again?  (It’s hard to remember when your senses are blinded by a Red Curtain Of Blood.)

Oh yeah, this priceless line:

Young Men Cannot Name a Single “Masculine” Democrat Except for Obama

LOL. If the most “recognizably masculine” figure in your political party is Barack Obama

…you may as well rename it the “Womyn & Girlyboys’ Empowerment Collective” — oh wait, that’s what they are already.

Pathetic losers, they and their addled 65+ supporters.

Appropriate Gesture

Alert Reader Danny P. notified me of something which he thought worthy of comment (me too):

Sex toy thrown on court during final moments of WNBA game

…which gave me the giggles because:

What actually gave me the giggles was not the item per se, but the way it was removed from the court:

The game was paused as police and arena security entered the court to remove the object.

Police AND security?  Let’s not take any chances here, folks.  (No ATF Bomb Squad, even?)

A police officer was seen carrying the object in a towel and removing it from the court.

What, no hazmat suits?

Anyway, as of now it appears that the fuzz haven’t been able to find the miscreant wot dun it, and I hope they don’t.

A lime-green florescent dildo… I didn’t even know they came [sic]  in that color.

Finally, I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that as a spectacle, the Great Lime Dildo Incident was probably more exciting than the WNBA game.

Top Three Sex Tips For Older Women

  • After the age of 35, never go on top unless it’s reverse cowgirl. (Executive Summary:  your face looks like a bloodhound as the skin sags.)  Just beware of the reverse cowgirl too, because he’s going to get a good view of your saggy, wrinkled butt.  It’s far less stressful to do the naughty under these conditions:

  • If you’re going to go for a toyboy, the ideal formula is:  your age divided by two, and above.  If the result is less than 30, you should be ashamed of yourself.  Ignore if fabulously rich or else once fabulously gorgeous, e.g. Joan Collins.

  • Over the age of 50, never be photographed showing your knees, unless you’re sitting down with legs bent (see pics below of Jane Seymour, 74, who follows this rule religiously).

(Executive Summary:  Wrinkles around the knees are like rings on a tree:  they increase with age.)