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Maryland’s House of Representatives followed the state Senate’s lead and passed a ban on Glocks — far be it for me to agree with anything that the Maryland legislature does, but...
#ButtUglyGuns

Widow sues after husband was killed when he wore 20-lb chain in hospital room where she was having MRI scan — Charles Darwin, call your office.

A question to one of the agony aunts in the newspaper:

Am I being prissy if I say no to having a threesome? — Yes you are, and that’s not a Bad Thing.

Suspect in $11 Million Minnesota Fraud Scheme Disappears — “Abdirashid Ismail Said avoided being ordered to surrender his passport by paying the unconditional bond amount of $150,000. The conditional bond, which would have required him to surrender his passport, was set at $50,000.  Investigators had voiced concerns that Said had a wife and child living in Nairobi, Kenya, and it was possible he could flee, hide, or prevent officials from executing the warrant.”

You have to ask yourself this question.  The scrote is charged with embezzling $11 million, and is hit with a chump change bail amount.  He has family still living in Kenya… and people are shocked — shocked! — when he disappears?  Whoever set his bail should have to spend an amount of time in jail equal to what Said would have served, no bail, no early release, just for being either a moron or a co-conspirator.

FFS.  What time does the range open, again?

Classic Beauty: Ann Rutherford

Classic Beauty

Ann Rutherford was my kinda gal.  Her speech teacher told her she’d never be anything, so she faked a resume, got a job on  radio and then in 1935 became a huge star, acting in Westerns, romances and ten (!) movies as Polly Benedict, the girlfriend of Andy Hardy (Mickey Rooney).  Take that, speech teacher.

Then she quit acting in 1950 and did rich woman stuff (she was married to the guy who owned the May department store chain).  And yeah, she was gorgeous:

Voted “Most Beautiful Girl Next Door, Ever” in a recent poll SOTI.

Explanation

Gratuitous Chick Pics

Loyal & Longtime Readers may be wondering why I’m not posting a series of Train Smash Women updates at this, the time of the Grand National at Aintree, Liverpool.

That’s because some spoilsport in the event’s admin decided to post, and enforce, a stricter dress code.  The result has been that the female attire is now only dreadful, as opposed to the happily-catastrophic ones of the recent past.

No fun at all, really.

Worth Supporting

Essays, Good Stuff

Some time ago I expressed my irritation about PJMedia’s fundraising machinations — i.e. by sticking most of their articles behind a paywall — which would be fine, if the articles were worth more than just a passing interest.  To my mind, most of them aren’t.  And in consequence, I see little reason to support PJMedia with any kind of subscription, despite their continuous blandishments to do so.

Yesterday, I linked to this article because it resonated with me as few of PJMedia’s articles do:

Then I went back to American Thinker‘s home page and looked over the rest of the articles:

I went and read every single one of them, and found them all to be uniformly excellent, not just in their analysis, but in that they made me aware of things I hadn’t known before, or else provided a foundation to some of my own opinions that I hadn’t bothered examining too closely (Twisted Psychology  being a good example).  Also, note the datelines of the articles:  those are just some of the most recent articles posted.

I’ve known about American Thinker  pretty much ever since they came into existence, but they were never a mainstream reading choice because I’m an idiot, and also because reading their material often makes my brain hurt (which, by the way, is a Good Thing for political commentary but a Bad Thing in literature #Proust #Pynchon).

No more.

So I cancelled one of my (underperforming) streaming TV channels, and redirected that money towards a sub for American Thinker.  They deserve no less — and by the way, they are thus far the only online publication I’ve bothered to subscribe to.  The others are, shall we say, less worthy.