!!!Science!!! vs. Science

Here’s a lovely article from American Thinker.  A sample:

Early on President Trump relayed the good news that a cocktail of Hydroxychloroquine, zinc, and Azithromycin showed great promise when given to newly infected patients.
An avalanche of political attacks immediately followed.  A myth, preached by Dr. Anthony Fauci, said the cocktail had no effect on the viral infection, that it actually was dangerous.  The FDA warned against using the long proven safe drug Hydroxychloroquine.  The respected medical journal, The Lancet, published (and later retracted) an article against its use.  No debate was allowed.  “Medical Science” proclaimed that the cocktail was useless.  Authoritarian State Governments banned its use.
Doctors on the frontlines knew otherwise.  My doctor specializes in infectious medicine.  All nearby doctors go to him when they get sick.  From the beginning of the epidemic he worked literally day and night to save lives.  Sometimes he failed.  Most times he succeeded.
I asked him if he used the Hydroxychloroquine cocktail and if it really worked.  He did, and it did.  He then surprised me when he used unexpectedly strong language to castigate Fauci and all those who had politicized the epidemic.

The rest of the piece is equally fine.

Handy

I’ve mentioned this bad boy in the past as a worthwhile addition to a SHTF bag:

I see it as an axe, a hammer, a nail-puller and, in fact, a fairly decent weapon.  All for under $40.

Walmart has the Estwing version — all-metal, for half a dozen bucks more.

Both are made in the U.S., so that’s all good.  My only word of advice is that you may want to touch up the axe blade of each one a tad, as I did mine (I have two in my SHTF bag) — they’re rigger’s hatchets, not woodsman’s.

News Roundup

All the news that’s fit to ignore, laugh at, or take as a signal to start the shooting.


…and here I thought it was being caused by militant feministicals.


…nothing like encouraging a culture of snitching to build esprit de corps.


…not the best way to get carpet burns, really.  Key word:  Edinburgh.


…California Gauleiter Gavin Newsom was not available for comment.


…what’s a little thing like “law” when it comes to acting like a dictator?


…key word:  Australia.


…


…given that FC Dallas’s U-15 boys’ team recently beat your gaggle of lesbians 5-2, I wonder how well you  would do against the likes of Lionel Messi, Harry Kane, Ronaldo and Robert Lewandowski, seeing as you want to earn their kind of money?


…strange how it takes a ministerial order for the Brits to do for a year what we do every day Over Here.


…and it’s not even the Babylon Bee.


…funny how everybody calls the U.S. The Great Satan;  and yet when the shit hits the fan, nobody ever calls on the Norwegians or Swedes for assistance.

And now:  Insignifica

   
 

Finally, your ***REAL*** news:


…and for proof of said boo-boo:

Ankles?  Didn’t know she had ’em.

Get well soon, chica!

Irresistible

I must confess that I’ve never understood the Brit obsession with “chip butties” (a.k.a. “chip baps”), which are simply whitebread-and-butter sandwiches with french fries inside them.  (A “bap” is a sandwich, either sliced bread or a bread roll — don’t ask, I don’t get it either.)

Carbohydrates squared.

There’s no reason why you couldn’t put fries into a sandwich, I guess, although I’ve always considered fries to be an accompaniment to a sandwich rather than its filling.  Put it down to Weird Shit That Brits Do.

However, there’s been this development:  the 1,000-calorie deep-fried chip butty, and apparently the Brits can’t get enough of it.  (No pics because… yikes.)

Even better, the deep-fried chip butty can be served with a side order of… fries.

Just when you think you’ve seen it all… although I have to tell you that I wouldn’t mind trying one, just out of academic interest.


Postscript:  In Scotland you can get deep-fried Mars Bars, but that’s just the Scots being Scottish.  And they taste just about as you’d think they’d taste:  bloody awful.

Monday Funnies

So we can see the wood from the trees, here’s a little sick humor:

(Frankly, anyone who has to burn a scented candle while at work deserves everything that comes to them.)  Next:

Okay, that just barely makes it Floriduh.  Now, if it had been a funeral procession…

And I’m sorry, Kenny, but this is just too damn funny not to steal:

Try to get through the week without shooting anyone…