Disgusting People
And the Rancid Bitch Known As Hillary Clinton has an idea:
“You know, because at some point, maybe there needs to be a formal deprogramming of the cult [MAGA] members, but something needs to happen.”
“Formal” deprogramming? Why, whatever do you mean, you fucking Stalinist sow? And who, exactly, would you suggest to “make this happen”?
Every time my friends and I play the “One Bullet” game, she’s always in the top five vote-getters.
Reader Mike L. sends me this little tale of bullshit:
Less than a week before Massachusetts observes Columbus Day, lawmakers and Native American advocates, some wearing traditional headdresses, asked a legislative committee to replace the holiday with Indigenous Peoples Day.
I’m getting so heartily sick of this nonsense, these attempts to rewrite history (at the expense of settled history, of course), and this glorification of what was essentially a bunch of savages.
Simply put: what did these glorious “indigenous” people ever do for us, for civilization and for the land which would become the United States? Where are their laws, their buildings and monuments, their written (as opposed to oral — i.e. invented) histories?
I’ll tell you where they are: nowhere, because they don’t exist.
So what’s to “honor”, other than to acknowledge that they once existed? Do we have “Neanderthal Day”? Of course we don’t — and do not for one minute think that I’m comparing “indigenous” American peoples to Neanderthals; although now that I think of it, I’m not exactly sure that the comparison isn’t apt, considering that the latter too left no laws, buildings, monuments or history pretty much for the same reasons. We don’t even know that the cave paintings scattered all over Europe and Asia were created by Neanderthals. Cave paintings weren’t much of a legacy, but they were something.
We commemorate achievements and actions precisely because what was done was (duh) memorable and had an effect on the world that followed. I have for example far less issue (in fact, no issue) with, say, Martin Luther King Day than President’s Day (which simply mashed all those wonderful presidents’ individual achievements into some amorphous reason for retail promotions and sales).
We don’t have to commemorate simple existence, we simply have to acknowledge it — for example, in written history (which they didn’t have) — and get on with life.
In terms of world history, what Christopher Columbus achieved was greater than anything achieved by all the Indigenous Peoples’ leaders and chiefs combined, ever. It is an absolute travesty to substitute his day of memory with some (once again) amorphous glorification of a group who collectively were nothing but inhabitants of this continent, whose originality was simply of greater vintage than people like Columbus, and whose legacy was… minimal, to be charitable.
Glorification of that is no more than a participation trophy, another artifact so beloved of the people who want to effect so insidious a change.
Fuck ’em. Fuck ’em all.
What goes: “Fuck. Double fuck. Double-doublety-double fuck”?
That would be me.
When my Logitech mouse starts randomly double-clicking when I tap the key once.
Yesterday I tried to see whether it was a software or hardware issue, so I tried going to Logitech’s “Customer Support” site (okay, you can stop laughing now).
So I shot bit the bullet — not literally, ammo is spendy — and ordered another one. From Amazon.
“Your order may be delayed as the product is on back order.”
[several lines of cursing omitted]
I see that the silly Jann Wenner of Rolling Stone Magazine is having his pee-pee whacked for the cardinal sin of saying (supposedly) that Black artists are not as articulate as their White counterparts.
I’m reminded of the priceless Frank Zappa quote (about Rolling Stone itself), and I’m going by my admittedly-creaky memory:
“Rock journalism can be described as people who can’t write, interviewing people who can’t speak, aimed at people who can’t read.”
I always thought that Rolling Stone was a silly magazine, aimed at White rock ‘n roll fans, mostly talking about White musicians. Their lists of the “Greatest [whatever]” were apparently written by people aged 18 who had no idea of any music that had been released any more than two years before they turned 16, if that.
And Wenner himself was nothing more than a rock groupie, his magazine giving him the backstage pass to all the top bands’ acts. He was an inconsequential player in a silly age, and why anyone would want to read, let alone buy his book will remain a mystery.
Turns that occasionally-funny Brit comedian Russell Brand has been a Naughty Boy: shagging women all over the place, molesting women on set, hosting orgies, groping strange women… all the stuff that makes Teh Wimmynz angry.
Golly, if only there had been some kind of clue,,,
I remember him being interviewed by two stern TV female journos on, I think, Faux News. As much as they tried to shame him, or make him look like a fool, he just overpowered them with wit and savage mockery.
At the end of the interview both women gave identical statements:
Then there’s this tragic tale… try not to giggle.
Women just love a Bad Boy, and our Russ is now being pilloried for actually being one.
Why am I not surprised that Oz airline Qantas screwed up yet again?
Fed-up Qantas passengers who were forced to sit on the tarmac for six hours before their flight was eventually cancelled have unleashed on the airline.
Flight QF93 from Melbourne to Los Angeles was cancelled at 3 am on Tuesday after it was decided the plane was too heavy to take off due to strong winds. The doomed flight had already been delayed before customers boarded.
‘We just wanted to get off. We were tired, there was no water, we weren’t even offered any food, we weren’t allowed to get out of our seats.’
‘This isn’t their first rodeo, they didn’t have any contingency plan and they’re never on the front foot. You’ve got to get on the phone to them, you’ve got to chase them up, you’ve got to be the one that tries to get your compensation or get your complaint in.’
And:
A Qantas spokesperson has since apologized for the inconvenience to customers.
Frankly, I’m amazed — at the apology, not at their behavior.
Qantas is one of the several reasons why I’ll never visit Australia. They have a near-monopoly on flights to that foul country, and their arrogance has become legend among frequent travelers. After our first flight to Sydney was canceled because of the WuFlu, Qantas refused to give me a refund because they’d put a two-year restriction on refunds — and as the OzGov only opened the gates after three years, Qantas told me, in almost these terms, to go and piss up a rope.
Of course, I’m also still furious at the bastard OzGov for their inefficiency and intransigence when they cocked up my trip to visit my family in Sydney a while ago — a cock-up which cost me nearly $4,000, by the way, and which made me swear never to go Down Under, ever.
(Apologies to Readers Biwoz and Bluey, amongst others — it’s not your fault, of course.)
As for Qantas, my advice is that if you have to fly to Oz for whatever reason, fly any other airline — Qantas’s prices are always high anyway — because you’re less likely to be treated like shit. It’s worth taking, say, Cathay Pacific or Emirates even if you have to connect (and wait some time) in another airport, because that hassle is likely to be more pleasant than dealing with Qantas. If Qantas is “the spirit of Australia” as they claim, Oz is pretty much fucked.
Caveat viatorem.
