Disgusting People
Apparently, the putz who shot a whole bunch of kids at Michigan State U. was cornered by cops, thereafter saving everyone a whole bunch of money and hassle by popping himself.
Turns out he wasn’t a ChristianWhiteSupremacistTrumpSupporter, but some random Black asshole, so this is likely the last you’ll read about it, because RacistMainstreamMedia.
My normal mood when considering the outside world is one of, at best, irritation — on a scale on 1 to 10, I wake up each morning at about 5 — and especially so when I haven’t finished my first cup of coffee.
I am furious.
Perhaps a little background is in order. For my birthday last year, my kids chipped in together and bought me a Seiko Sports wristwatch with an automatic movement.
It’s a lovely watch, not too expensive, not too showy, and of course I replaced the silly canvas strap (which scratched my oh-so delicate skin) with a nice black leather one which didn’t.
All went well until I actually started using the fucking thing. You see, the nice thing about an automatic movement is that you don’t have to wind it, and it doesn’t have a battery which runs down and needs replacing just about every year, which are the reasons I wanted one in the first place. According to the specs, this watch, when the mainspring is fully wound up, so to speak, has a “reserve” power of about 36 hours, which means you can leave it lying around unworn for about a day and a half before you need to wave your arm in the air to recharge it.
So I wore the thing for a couple days to charge the spring up, then took it off at bedtime and went to sleep. And found the next morning that the watch had stopped after about six hours. No amount of arm-waving could get it charged past that paltry reserve.
So I sent the watch back to Seiko USA to get it fixed under warranty, but discovered yesterday that despite the proof of date of purchase, the watch was considered “out of warranty” because nobody had actually sent back the registration card.
The cost of repair was about the same as the original price of the watch.
So this morning I called Seiko and told them to send the thing back to me un-repaired — fuck ’em — and told the customer “service” rep that I would never consider buying another Seiko product, ever. Of course, as the Seiko repair shop is in New fucking Jersey, my comment was met with complete indifference.
I’ll hand the watch back to Daughter and let her decide what she and the others want to do.
Now add this little irritation to my wake-up Irritation Level 5… and none of the posts which preceded this one helped matters at all.
If anyone wants me, I’ll be at the range.
Update: Daughter informs me that the place where she bought the watch has a 3-year warranty on all new Seiko watches, so all I have to do is send it there for the repairs to be effected. Now I just have to wait for it to get back from Noo fucken Joizee.
Via Insty, I see that our Stasi have grandiose plans:
The federal government is proceeding with plans to build a new FBI headquarters complex twice the size of the Pentagon building.
Riveted into the colossal new project are woke regulations to ensure that the FBI center will comply with diversity, equity, LGBTQ+, and climate change political goals.
The plan, unveiled last September, has received little attention. For years the FBI has sought to vacate its present headquarters, a brutalist concrete bunker on stilts and occupying two city blocks between the White House and the Capitol.
Plans for the new FBI headquarters specify that it will be built on one of three sites in suburban Virginia and Maryland. Those sites are large parcels of 58, 61, and 80 acres.
You motherfuckers. You can’t even do the job you’re supposed to do — but now we have to pay for a gargantuan edifice to house all your un-American activities (spying on angry parents, scanning social media to track down people who make “hurtful” comments, etc.)? A pox on you all.
To our elected Republican representatives in Congress: fund this bullshit, and expect voter fury. And if you do decide to risk your political futures and fund this gross example of bureaucratic overreach, make sure that it’s located not on expensive real estate in Virginia and Maryland, but on inexpensive land in, say, northeastern Wyoming, eastern Montana or central North- or South Dakota — split across three states so that the states are not suddenly faced with a massive influx of undesirable Democrat-bureaucrat voters, and powered only by a wind farm and rooftop solar panels located on the property itself (because climate change).
I’m still in favor of the no-fund option, because fuck knows how we’re going to find the money to pay for this extravagance.
And fuck the Federal Bureau of Investigation, in case someone has any doubt of my utter loathing for this bastard bureaucracy.
Let’s hear it for Plano-based Pizza Hut:
BOOK IT! is a reading program, sponsored by the pizza chain, directed towards children from pre-school to sixth grade, or ages four to twelve. It awards a free one-topping pizza if they are able to meet a monthly reading goal. Big Wig was promoted in the summer reading program Camp BOOK IT!
The book Big Wig is a “wonderful read-aloud [that] celebrates the universal childhood experience of dressing up and the confidence that comes with putting on a costume,” the reading program states on its website.
Yeah, it’s just about “putting on a costume”, of course.
Fucking groomers.
Here’s a thought: we have lots of corporate headquarters here in Plano, and others are lining up to come here. It would serve Pizza Hut right if the city, backed by the state*, revoked their business license — I bet that if publicized, a large majority of Plano parents would support the action.
*If this were Florida, Gov. Ron DeSantis would be all over this idea.
It appears that some Afghanis are bored with post-jihad life:
It is less than 18 months since jubilant Taliban fighters swept back to power and overran Afghanistan’s capital as Joe Biden withdrew his troops in a retreat that shook the world.
But it seems the exhilaration of seizing control of the war-torn country has worn off for moaning militants – with many now missing the battlefield and bored of the 9-5 grind of running the impoverished nation.
After decades of war, the bloodthirsty fighters have spoken of their disdain for office life and are reminiscing about the Taliban’s past and their lives which they claim to be ‘free of restrictions’.
Hey, assholes: just say the word, and we could always make your day-to-day lives a little less boring:
So this is what we’ve come to:
Whatever happened to handshakes? Can tongue-fencing be far off? Can anyone imagine Churchill and De Gaulle greeting each other like this? Girlyboys, the lot of them.
I think my breakfast gin is going to be a double.