I was chuckling over this little thing:
…when New Wife peered over my shoulder and commented: “Your kind of people altogether. So while you’re looking up the cost of flights to Finland, get me the same for a one-way to Mauritius.”
We live in different worlds…
(Of course, I need to get the rest of my guns out of hock first.)
This may become a regular feature:
And the response:
There’s an old saying which goes something like “Never start an argument with a man who buys ink by the barrel”.
How much more appropriate a warning against starting an argument with a man who controls the largest electronic media outlet in the world.
In response to this kind of nonsense:
My own personal policy is that if someone, anyone, starts shooting at me from the street when I’m sitting peaceably on my porch, I return fire, with interest (a.k.a. “massive retaliation”).
And just in case I haven’t been clear enough: I don’t own a stupid paintball gun.
I can’t see it happening in Texas, mind you, mostly because I believe that more than a few Texans are of similar inclination. And our cops aren’t that stupid. (“You want us to do whut?”)
Okay, now I’ve seen everything:
And the best part? It’s a sex toy for men, for a change. To see how it works, follow the link; it’s kind of interesting.
I know, I know: “Who needs it?” “What’s wrong with the old Mrs. Palm and her five offspring?” “That’s just perverted!” “Don’t need it.” “It’s too damn expensive anyway.”
I must confess that I’m not in the target market — even when I was young enough to be so — but I find it intriguing as hell.
But I’ll tell you something for nothing. When I think back on some past experiences, I bet the Tenga Flip Zero Gravity is better than a lot of those.
News from the Car Company Formally Known As Jaguar:
Jaguar is set to embark on a daring strategy move as part of its transition to becoming an exclusive EV brand; the company says it won’t sell a single car for a whole year.
The British marque has pledged to become a ‘luxury all-electric brand’ from 2025, but to do so it says it will need to take a 12-month hiatus from the market.
Its last remaining combustion-engine model on sale will be the F-Pace SUV, which is due to bow out early next year.
Wouldn’t have any of their existing cars as a gift, because with the possible exception of the F-type, they’re as ugly as Hillary Clinton’s knickers. (Sorry.)
Anyway, I’d rather get an older Jag, any day of the week, e.g. this fully-restored 1956 XK140:
…which will cost you about the same as a new F-type. Wait… 3.4-liter straight six, capable of 140mph, with a stick shift. Try and get the same thrill as that with a Duracell microwave-on-wheels.
As for the opening paragraph of this post: they may call themselves Jaguar, but they aren’t.
A Reader asks:
“Why do you always diss the UK’s National Health Service in your news roundups? It’s not like we have anything like it.”
He’s referring to this sardonic comment under some catastrophe involving the above institution:
Basically — and even among a few otherwise-levelheaded conservative Murkins — a lot of people seem to wish that we had a similar institution (nationalized “free” health care) Over Here.
All I’m doing is simply pointing out the many and varied ways that such a system — even one like the much-vaunted NHS — can fuck up your life.
And that we should never.