News Roundup

All the non-coronavirus news that’s fit to print:

…oh wait, there was some sorta-non-coronavirus news recently (links in the pics):


…rough guess, the same way they’ve always cleaned them:  badly, and not often enough.


…and this despite all the efforts of the media, Hollywood and the socialists [some overlap] to bring him down.


…nice to see that in these difficult times, people still have their priorities rightActually, the story is even funnier than that.

Okay, one coronavirus-linked news piece that, strictly speaking, isn’t about the coronavirus:


…yeah, rich Manhattanite New Yorkers are total assholes.  Who knew?

And finally, some very good non-virus news:

 
I always thought the blonde dye job made her look trashy, compared to her earlier “natural” look:

A good note to end on, I think.

MOAR Gun Control

From some Commie mayor in California [redundancy alert] comes this opinion:

[A]fter customers lined up around gun stores in several counties Tuesday — including outside the Bullseye Bishop in San Jose — San Jose Mayor Sam Liccardo declared that “gun stores are non-essential.”
“We are having panic buying right now for food,” Liccardo said Wednesday. “The one thing we cannot have is panic buying of guns.”

Why not?  Actually, if there’s a risk of society breaking down (e.g. L.A.’s Rodney King riots), that’s precisely the time when law-abiding people have an absolute need for guns.

However, as this little Stalinist is in charge of San Jose (home to the largest per-capita population of socialists outside San Francisco or Seattle), I say:  fuck ’em.  They voted him into office, let them deal with the consequences thereof.

And when the Unwashed Horde comes a-callin’ for some impromptu undocumented property redistribution, most of the good citizens of San Jose won’t be able to defend themselves — although Hizzoner, protected by the mayor’s Praetorian Guard, won’t ever have that problem now, will he?

The same kind of thing is happening in D.C. and Philadelphia as well, but I’ve long since ceased to care about those shitholes.

However, there is one unexpected light in the looming darkness:

When Illinois Gov. J.B. [“Fatboi”] Pritzker (D) issued an executive order Friday to put a statewide shutdown in place, he exempted gun and ammunition stores by labeling them “essential.”

Illinois?  Illinois??  ILLINOIS???  Talk about unexpected.  Had you asked me earlier, I would have put Fatboi near the top of the list of socialist governors standing in line to use the Wuhan virus excuse to hack away at gun dealers’ businesses.

He’s still a total asshole, but hey… I’ll take ’em where I get ’em.

Monday Funnies

As Week 2 of self-isolation begins, we go Full Absurd:

And stuff like this happens when you have to endure self-isolation:


and the offending article:

and from Britishland:

Ground Zero:

Now, a test:

Question:  If you had a choice from whom you’d rather contract coronavirus sickness after six hours of bed-bending sex, which of the following potential partners would you choose?

Okay okay okay… that was just a sample  set of choices.  Here are the REAL choices:

Option #1 (Classy):

Option#2 (Home Girl):

Option#3 (MILFY):

Option #4 (Cutie-Pie):

Hint:  there are no wrong answers.  However, if your final choice is from the Sample  set of pics, go and stand in the corner with the “Pervo” hat on.

Come Onnnn Powerball

Oh good grief.  Just when I thought I was over my Alfa Romeo infatuation comes this creature:

“Now Kim,”  you may well ask, “WTF were you thinking about — if Alfa Romeos are generally unreliable, pre-WWII Alfas practically define the genre!”

Aha.  But this isn’t  a pre-WWII Alfa.  To paraphrase the sales brochure:

Factory-approved recreation with 1968 Alfa Romeo Giulia underpinnings (1,570-cc inline four-cylinder; five-speed manual transmission).  Beautifully outfitted with retro-inspired aluminum coachwork by Zagato.  Finished in striking Rosso over Nero leather.

In other words, all you have to worry about is 1960s-era  Alfa unreliability.  That’s so  much better.

Anyway:  no airbags, no useless fucking doodads like lane change warnings, electrically-operated wing mirrors, and all that modern computerized shit that adds cost but not much else.

Like me, this Gran Sport is completely and utterly useless in today’s oh-so modern world.

I don’t care.  I’ll drive it, and die like a man.  With my pre-WWI gun strapped to my belt.

Want.

More Doubles

In a long-ago post (worth a read, BTW) I bemoaned the fact that my age-addled brain is having difficulty telling people apart.  Now there’s a new one:

Left:  Oz actor Hugh Jackman, and right:  Brit actor Richard Armitage.  I was watching The Stranger*  on Netflix the other night, and when Armitage first appeared onscreen I thought that Jackman had given up X-Men and was getting into Brit TV roles.


*Kim’s ranking:  5 out of 10 because the plot has more gaping holes than the 10pm dockside shift during Fleet Week.

Confused

From Insty:

 

There’s another way to have sex?  Who knew?

I always said sex is better from behind paper bags… but then again, I’m just old-fashioned about this kind of thing.

   
…collar and tie optional after the first date, of course.