Monday Funnies

Mondays offend my soul…

So let’s get on with it:

Meanwhile, in Minnesota:

And in solidarity with the above, here’s Ukrainian hottie Inna Tsymbyalik:

 

Yes, she represented Ukraine in the Miss Universe competition a while back… why do you ask?

Ignorant Cow

I speak here of so-called comedian (comedienne?  I’m never sure) Whoopi Goldberg (real name:  Caryn Elaine Johnson) who culturally appropriated a Jewish surname in order, one assumes, to get ahead in show business.

‘Twas this same Whoopi who declared on the TV bitchfest a.k.a. The View that in her opinion, Jill Biden should be nominated as Secretary of Health Services, “because she a doctor” — when anyone without terminal ignorance would have known that Mrs. Biden’s doctorate was not in Medicine (M.D.) but in Education, surely the lowest intellectually-ranked PhD outside Womyn’s Studies.

This ignorance has been extended yet again, when Our Caryn Whoopi:

…called on the royal family to “apologize” for slavery

Would it be crass to inform Whoopi that Her Majesty Queen Victoria’s (oops) His Majesty King William IV’s Government outlawed slavery in 1833*?   And that future King Charles III and after-him William V have both offered royal apologies for their country’s use of slavery, several times in fact?

In the (paraphrased) words of South African protest singer Koos Kombuis**, “How much longer do we have to say we’re sorry?”

Someone should ask Ms. Johnson Goldberg et al. that very question — but the answer would undoubtedly be “FOREVER!” because otherwise who would the race hustlers have to blame for their shortcomings?


*In terms of European monarchies, the first to outlaw slavery was Denmark in 1803, followed by The Netherlands in 1814, Spain in 1817 and Greece in 1818.

**It’s a pity that Koos sings almost exclusively in Afrikaans, because his lyrics are at once savage and hysterically funny.  He and I are not related, and he’s only two weeks older than I am.

Monday Funnies

Ah yes, our old friend Monday…

So let’s bear up under the strain (shuddup, I haven’t even finished my first gin, waddya expect?):

To make up for that Monday gloom, here’s a true story by The Knuckledragger himself, about  a girl named Rhonda, and it’s probably the best thing I’ve read so far this year, anywhere.  Well done, Kenny.

And here’s Rhonda Fleming (no relation):