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Category: Two-Minute Hate

Disgusting People

My Daily Earworm

Two-Minute Hate

I am normally an even-tempered man, despite what you may have heard or incorrectly deduced from my feverish rants on these very pages.  But I do have an extremely low irritation threshold, which gives the lie to the above.  Allow me to illustrate the point.

I generally wake up in the morning a little after New Wife leaves for work, or a considerable time later if I had a late night.

Whatever the time, my first activity after leaving the bedroom is to make myself a cup of coffee, and some explanation thereof is in order.

Because I am often concentrating on writing this blog, I often forget about the coffee, yea even though it rests but a few inches from my hand.

So a while back, I decided to take action to remedy this circumstance, and started using an insulated metal mug (cheap, from Academy).  It works really well, but here’s where the problem starts.

You see, after I’ve dumped my sugar in the coffee, I tap the spoon three times on the rim lightly, to shake off any extraneous sugar granules into the coffee.  And the musical sound the spoon makes on the full metal cup is exactly same as the opening three chords of the Kingsmen’s horrible Louie, Louie song.

So those opening chords make it almost impossible for me not to continue humming the whole bloody intro, and that makes:  EARWORM.  Which persists in its brain-rattle until I can sit down and open up a decent song video on EwwwChoob and banish the fucking thing from my consciousness.

Until I make myself a cuppa the next morning, whereupon the whole bloody thing starts all over again.

And of all the songs ever written, I would submit to the jury that Louie, Louie  is quite possibly the worst earworm material of all time.

I know, I know:  “But Kim,”  you may ask (and quite reasonably so), “all you have to do is to stop tapping your spoon on the rim!” 

Might as well expect me not to snarl every time I see Jane Fonda’s face on TV, or not to start playing with my M4 bayonet when Chuck Schumer makes the news.

No, I’m afraid that this particular habit is far too deeply ingrained for me to stop it just like that.  Of course, were I actually awake when I stagger into the kitchen then I might be able to consciously forestall the tapping, but that would be to miss the whole point of making coffee so soon after getting out of bed.

Hence my irritation first thing in the morning.  Don’t blame me;  it’s the fucking Kingsmen’s fault.

I’m getting grumpy just thinking about it.

When You’ve Lost The Dutch

Freaks & Loonies, Muzzies, Terrorism

Dutch people, as a rule, are famously tolerant and generally speaking, a decent lot (except when occupied by Nazi Germany).

So when the Dutchies use bulldozers and batons to clear out a terrorsymp encampment, you have to know that your cause may be in trouble.

And if the above two links didn’t elicit at least a grim smile from you, we can’t be friends.

My suggestion for riot control, as always, is a little stronger than bulldozers and batons:

Rising Tide To Sink All Infidel Boats

Muzzies

From the inimitable Laurence Fox:

Why yes, Laurence, yes they have.  And every time people like you stand for election to roll back or prevent the above, they are roundly defeated in the polls.

Clearly, the Islamification of Britain is something most Britons want.

Now go and make your evening prayers, facing towards Mecca of course, and tell your houri  sister to cover up her body.

…or be stoned to death.

Reality Check

Journalist Scum

Prompted by Insty’s article about journalism:

Nobody ever became a journalist in order to become popular. The broad-stroke portrayals in movies and novels taught us, accurately enough, that journalists tend toward the coarse, vulgar, impudent and nosy. For many years, journalists were generally admired for those attributes in the way that the beef butcher is admired for the scars on his hands.

But thanks, in part, to a fall in status, as well as ever-irrational attacks from politicians like Donald Trump, today’s journalists routinely experience ridicule and harassment at public events like rallies and demonstrations. They’re not precisely pariahs in the new environment, but they’re no longer considered heroes in many places. Journalists don’t deserve any special pity, it should be noted. Police officers, teachers and even doctors often suffer more from the slings and arrows of the mob. But for journalists, the fall has been spectacular and seems never-ending.

Oh boo-hoo-hoo.  And:

“Every mainstream media narrative of the last five years has been wrong, if you really think about it, or skewed or morphed into something,” Adam Carolla said. “They’ve been wrong. And not wrong around the edges… there’s always wrong around the edges. They’ve been flat-out fucking wrong about all of it.”

“If you were to talk to some of the people who reported it, they would be confused,” Dr. Pinsky added of journalists who cannot be shamed for their egregious errors.

…so I created this:

Feel free to copy and share.

We Knew That

Anarchist thugs, Journalist Scum, Two-Minute Hate

Background:  the Irish government decided to resettle a few hundred “asylum seekers” in this small town, but the locals didn’t want any part of it.

Needless to say, a bunch of antifa types and journalists [lots of overlap] converged on the scene to break up the protest, because antifa is all about mostly peaceful protesting, you know.

“Wait a minute, Kim,” you may say,  “how can you say there’s overlap between antifa thugs and the media?”

Ummm well, there’s this:

A small group of men arrived in the afternoon of Saturday April 6th to the old Crown Paints Factory in Coolock which is being picketed by locals opposing the plantation of up to 1000 asylum seekers there. They arrived to counterprotest and take footage.
According to video and our sources, the men were told to leave as they allegedly posed a risk to the women and children at the protest.
When they wouldn’t move on, they were apprehended by the locals, had their flags seized, and forced to vacate the area.

You say:  “All well and good;  but what’s that got to do with that ‘overlap’ you spoke about?”

Here we go:

Some of the protestors dropped their mobile phones, unlocked, at the scene, along with other belongings such as driver’s licenses and UK identification.
The protestors reviewed the content of the phones to delete any invasive content that had been recorded.
On one phone, which seems to belong to a mainstream journalist, would appear to show a concerning level of cooperation between various media sources, NGO workers, and prominent antifa operatives in both Ireland and the UK.

Wow:  terrorsymps among the media;  who’d a thunk it?

Yeah, I can’t wait for The Glorious Day either.

Government Bastardy #2,658

Government Thugs, Two-Minute Hate

Reader Mike L. points me at this sorry tale, in Texas no less:

About two weeks ago, Kaylee Morgan, a wife and stay-at-home mother of five, went to get her driver’s license renewed on her 30th birthday, and she was told there was a warrant out for her arrest.

“This was news to me. I haven’t been pulled over. I’ve never been in any sort of legal trouble,” Morgan said.

She called the courts and found out the warrant was related to a charge for theft of government property, a Class C misdemeanor. She also faces a $570 fine, which she said her family could not afford on their single income.

“It’s over a library book that I turned in late,” Morgan said.

WTF?  A late library book, and she’s got a warrant?  Read the whole story for the disgusting details.

I have to tell you, there is no one alive who loves books more than I do;  but if some angry soul were to burn this whole fucking library to the ground in reaction to this bullshit, I’d be the first to buy him a drink.

As for the arrogant asshole of a judge…

“Excessive”, you say?  No more excessive than the actions of the fucking government.