Hero homeowner whacks asshole just released from jail.
Pretty much all you need to know right there, except:
The homeowner is not facing any charges in the incident.
…because Oklahoma.

Which reminds me: I need to get in some shotgun practice.
Hero homeowner whacks asshole just released from jail.
Pretty much all you need to know right there, except:
The homeowner is not facing any charges in the incident.
…because Oklahoma.

Which reminds me: I need to get in some shotgun practice.
Here’s an interesting consequence of the Chinkvirus:
Denmark is set to introduce a government-sponsored coronavirus vaccine passport in coordination with airlines early this year, a national Danish broadcaster has revealed.
Now the idea of a “vaccination passport” has a whole bunch of people tied in knots, as it’s just one step away from the old “Papieren bitte” way to install restrictions, tracking and control on travel.
I’m not one of them. In the first place, proof of vaccination has always been a fact of life when traveling anywhere outside your home country; try visiting India or Africa without proof of smallpox/yellow fever/etc. etc. in your passport, and you’ll be turned away from the boarding area. (This, by the way, is as much to ensure that not only are you immune to catching the pox whilst Over There looking at strange temples etc., but that you don’t bring said pox back with you to an un-vaccinated home population.) The only reason one doesn’t need proof of vaccination when traveling from the U.S. to places like Britishland and Euroland is because said diseases are not only notionally extinct (except where, surprise surprise there are large numbers of illegal and un-vaccinated border-jumpers), but where children are routinely vaccinated in order to attend school and so on.
So I’m indifferent to the idea of a Chinkvirus vaccination passport as part of international travel — and for that matter, in terms of local travel and behavior as well — and especially because once inoculated, I wouldn’t have to wear a stupid and ineffective face-condom every time I wanted to go out of the house.
Of course, the conspiracy morons are going to insist that Gummint is going to use Pox Passports to track individuals’ movements and behaviors, and of course that is a valid concern. Just remember, though, that we’re talking about Government here: the morons who can’t find their own assholes with both hands, a map and a trail of crumbs.
I know that in movies, government agents always require just a few clicks on their (Apple — LOL) laptops to create all sorts of data reports at the drop of a hat — the risible Person Of Interest TV series being the apotheosis thereof. Longtime students of both government, database systems and the combination thereof know that this facility is very much part of the suspension of belief required to view any work of fiction these days.
Besides, I’m relying on the criminal marketplace to produce passable copies of said documents in sufficient numbers to make the entire thing untenable — just as fake driver’s licenses can and have been used to enable fraudulent voting.
It’s a non-issue, and we have bigger things to worry about.
Really?
Hey Biden, unite this:

…you fraudulent, conniving, dishonest little toad. And that goes for everyone in your administration, your party, and all your supporters too. As we say here in Texas, “Fuck all y’all.”
I just wish our range opened earlier, so I could exercise my other important finger right now too. Oh well, later…

In everyday terms, it’s called “stupidity”, “absentmindedness” or “careless”.
For all the Readers who emailed me to ask if I was okay, following the weekend’s late / non-existent posts, let me reassure you that I’m fine, just an idiot.
You see, the post that appeared on Sunday was actually supposed to appear on Saturday, only Idiot Kim scheduled the wrong date for it — hence the radio silence on Saturday — and yesterday’s post about… well, never mind, it’s too late now and will appear next Sunday.
And today’s New Roundup wasn’t completed, either — it sat completed, but Idiot Kim Pt. II hadn’t hit the “Update” button. Please go back and see the completed version, which has a bikini pic.
This time, it’s not Hosting Matters’ fault, but mine all mine, I tell ya.
Personally, I blame the Democrats.
Normal blogging service will resume after a gallon of coffee.
With commentary shorter than a female hobbit.

…long on warning, short on details, e.g. how long should you abstain from that single malt? One day, two weeks, forever? (If forever, count me out: I’ll take my chances with the Chinkvirus.)

…and yet (speaking of sculptures of giant cunts) I find this less disgusting than the idea of adding Obama to Mount Rushmore.

…remind me again how wonderful modern cars are.

…and while you’re there, remind me again how much I hate the music business.

…our latest entry in the “guess the scumbag’s race” competition. Also from Chicago:
(that would be 0.35% in the blue dot, btw: 14 out of 4,018)
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…with the predictable outcome. What makes this interesting is that the rozzers arrested and imprisoned the wrong people for the murders.
Veganuary and Dry January?
…oh dear, I forgot. Which reminds me, I need to slice up the biltong and get a fresh case of gin.

…even allowing for Titsy’s hyperbole, I still got a thrill running down my leg.

…which reminds me of the old bridge joke: “If you’ve got a good hand, you don’t need a partner.”
And finally…

…wait, Roller Girl is 50? OMG I’m getting really old.

Here we go again:

And if Mondays aren’t bad enough:








…and one good thing about all this Chinkvirus madness:

Finally:
Now get outta the pool and go do something productive, like fast-draw practice.