Oh, why not? Let’s just make the whole fucking Internet G-rated:
GOOGLE will soon be introducing a feature to prevent people from seeing explicit images. The new feature was announced yesterday as part of Safer Internet Day.
“Safer Internet Day”?
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And in that same vein:
...in which we prove yet again the theorem: no-class slobs + budget airline = mayhem
(bonus: guess the race).
...why do I suddenly wish I could exile her to a place which has no Constitution to protect her worthless ass?
...all together now: “Why, why, why… you assholes!“
Speaking of which (assholes, not the Welsh):
...and yet, you keep reelecting this little Commie prick, and meekly lick the chains he keeps adding to your society.
...”IRS goes after” is believable; “Biden promises” isn’t.
...I would have thought that “disgrace” and “porn star” are pretty much redundant, but clearly there’s yet an additional level of disgrace available.
...their country, their rules, your stupidity.
...key word: India.
...forget it, Jake; it’s Chinatown Turkey.
...actually, I believe that one would have more fun in Sidney, Montana than in Sydney, Strylia — no Australians, no traffic, no crocodiles, five outdoor ranges and a casino, not to mention fewer critters that can actually kill you. Oh, and open carry.
And from the Dept. Of Education:
...at least he wasn’t homeschooling.
And in no-link INSIGNIFICA:
And in the “Who The Fuck ARE These People?” subset of INSIGNIFICA:
And more musical people of whom we know nothing:
In weather terms: driving slut, with occasional thunderthighs. YMMV.
O Happy Day
It doesn’t take much to restore my good humor, especially when there’s a huge helping of Schadenfreude involved.
See the posts below…
Missing The Point, Somewhat?
You see, I always thought that wind vanes were supposed to generate power. Silly me:
Scotland’s green-obsessed left-separatist government has been left with egg on its face by revelations that dozens of gigantic onshore wind turbines are having to be hooked up to diesel generators, leaking thousands of litres of hydraulic oil into the countryside.
All this because — and I know this will come as a shock to many — Scotland is fucking cold during winter, and the turbines can’t function despite the fact that Scotland is also fucking windy (all the time), as attested to by Combat Controller and Doc Russia during a fall hunt in the Cairngorms.
I think that to be fair, it should have been mandated that fall-back protections for the turbines had to be powered not by diesel engines but by solar energy (something that Scotland does not have a lot of, at any time of year).
The only way we’re ever going to eliminate all this Green bullshit is if we constantly rub the Greens’ noses in the shit every single time their policies fail, and make them live with the consequences.
So Much For The “Working Class Hero”
A leading Bruce Springsteen fanzine has announced it will cease publication after 43 years because the artist’s fanbase became disillusioned by unaffordable concert tickets.
Backstreets magazine said both its editorial staff and fans had become ‘dispirited’ and ‘downhearted’ after prices for some tickets to the artist’s 2023 arena tour reached $4,000 each last year.
‘These are concerts that we can hardly afford; that many of our readers cannot afford; and that a good portion of our readership has lost interest in as a result.’
And:
Springsteen’s humble beginnings in New Jersey and the relatability of his music once earned him the reputation of being ‘the voice of the working man’.
In his early years, Springsteen played at any bar in which he could make money. He earned the nickname the Boss because he would collect and distribute gig money among band members, Andrew Delahunty, the author of the Oxford Dictionary of Nicknames, told the BBC in 2009.
Mark Kemp of Rolling Stone magazine once described Springsteen as ‘a working-class hero: a plainspoken visionary and a sincere romantic whose insights into everyday lives – especially in America’s small-town heartland – have earned comparisons to John Steinbeck and Woody Guthrie.’
Yeah, well now he’s just a woke dollar-chasing asshole, like so many of his ilk.
I never cared for his tuneless bellow anyway, so I have no dog in this fight. But these people need to be brought back down to earth by the people who were actually responsible for their success. Nowadays, their success seems to be driven by those bloodless fucks at TicketMaster, and a pox on them too.
Dress Code
One way that British pubs have tried to cut down on hooligan behavior is to ban the kinds of clothing that the typical hell-raiser wears: hoodies, sweat pants (“track suits”) and so on.
I like this trend.
So you can imagine my response when I read this sad little tale:
Jo, from Paris, was on the hunt to sample some traditional Scottish food and drink with her husband. They decided to head for the George IV Bar after hearing rave reviews from locals, Edinburgh Live reports.
Jo said: “My husband and I are from France and for a first night in Edinburgh, we really wanted a nice pub where we could eat food and listen to music at the same time.
“The place was very well noted and the food looked delicious so we tried to get in. My husband was refused entry by the security guard that deemed his pants ‘inappropriate for a restaurant.’
“Very disappointed and I definitely won’t recommend it. We’re currently eating at a pub that doesn’t have live music, too bad for us, but at least we are welcome and we’re eating well.”
The response:
However, the bar’s general manager hit back, writing: “We have a policy of no tracksuits/cottons/jobby catchers in the bar in the evenings.
“Many bars in Edinburgh have the same policy. We work hard to cater for our clientele.”
Once again, my policy of always dressing well when traveling is vindicated.
As it happens, I’ve been to the George IV a couple of times, and it’s a lovely place — not the least because it’s free of trashy yobs and their equally-trashy cock holster girlfriends. And the food is brilliant.
Add the George IV to your “the next time I’m in Edinburgh” list. I’ll be going back, for sure.