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Crime, Terrorism

Some mook went berserk in a supermarket in Boulder CO a couple days back, killing ten folks including the cop who stopped him.

Police identified the alleged shooter, Ahmad Al Aliwi Alissa, as well as his ten alleged victims.  Sadly, the asshole wasn’t among the deceased.

Of course, Chuck The Schmuck Schumer immediately announced that he would be proposing a boatload of new gun control laws, without ever mentioning which if any his proposed laws would have stopped this particular crime from occurring had they already been in place.

I’m just amazed that this being Colorado, there wasn’t at least one armed citizen on the scene;  but maybe the fact that it happened in Boulder (a.k.a. Hippie Heaven) had something to do with it.

Of Course Not

Anti-Gun Nannies, Bad News

Via Insty:

Of course, if his name was Bubba Gutshott Jr., there’d be outdoor signs, fundraising letters and CNN chevrons ablaze with his name for the next six months.  And you can be sure that the most egregious piece of anti-2A legislation would be called the “Gutshott Law”.

But a Muzzie?  “Never mind him, let’s talk about the gun he used.”

Fucking hypocrites.

News Review

Bad News

With commentary short but bountiful, like Salma Hayek:

And now for the nooz [sic]  :


…mind the step, Governor “darling”:


…millions of Black reparations-seekers arriving in Evanston in 3…2…1…


…admit it:  don’t you just wish something like this would happen to Mika Brzezinski or Rachel Maddow?


…a.k.a. defending the indefensible.


…another in our “guess the choirboy’s race” series.


…I have something similar with pretty women, only it involves turning to stone, one body part at a time.


…doubleplusungood:  it made mockery of the sainted George Floyd.

And now it’s time for Insignifica:

   

And from the World Of Wimmynz:


…key word:  “she”.


…and even though she’s getting up there, I bet there are quite a few men who would give her one [sic].


…and lest anyone not know who this fat-ass is:

Till next time…

Breezing Through

Entertainment

Tech Support II (a.k.a. Friend and Reader BobbyK) spent the weekend with us, and on Friday night we went out to dinner at one of Plano’s most crowded and noisy eating places, Legacy Hall, in the area known as Legacy West just off the Dallas North Tollway.  It’s basically the equivalent of a mall food court which caters not to the kiddie- and preteen set, but to grownups.  There is no chain restaurant presence (other than Velvet Tacos, barely a chain),  and from the three dozen-odd kiosks comes a huge variety of foods ranging from sushi, BBQ, lobster rolls, tacos, pizza and lamb gyros to an endless supply of locally-brewed beers and of course hard liquor.  Weekend nights feature an outdoor (also, usually local) band on stage, and pre-Chinkvirus, the place absolutely throbbed.  During the lockdowns, of course, the place was like a tomb.

Last Friday night it was throbbing again, jam-packed, and at a rough guess, only about half the people walking around were wearing face condoms.  (While seated for eating and drinking, of course, nobody was wearing them.)  Even in the elevators, only a few people were wearing masks.  (One girl’s mask consisted of fine muslin and sequins… actually, quite pretty:  a “Dream of Jeannie” look.)

All good fun, in other words:  my only problem with the whole thing was that the loud music and concomitant noise from people shouting at each other set my tinnitus to “scream” mode, so we left after dinner.  But what a fine experience, to see people out and about and getting on with the serious adult fun of eating, drinking and mating.  (One guy was giving his female companion a very thorough foot massage at the table next to ours.)

Fuck you, Fauci:  you, and your entire cohort of control freaks.

Shelter

Architecture, Real Estate

And then we have this plaudit, following the Chinkvirus lockdown(s):

Shelter in place has us focused on the characteristics of a home that makes us happy. What makes us happy in a home has not changed, but since we are spending more time in a home than ever, we are focused on what makes us happy in a home. Neighborhoods become more important during shelter in place. Here is a home that exudes the elements of a home we enjoy when we shelter in place. Architect Max Levy designed this home that is immersed in nature, enjoys the shared greenways of the neighborhood, and is surrounded by vibrancy.

And this “immersion in nature” looks like this:

You know where this is going, right?  Let’s look at the interior:

It would not surprise me if the cushion coverings were hiding concrete blocks.

This excrescence is part of a series of five houses which inspire us to shelter in place, and only one of the five does not inspire me to load up the Molotov cocktails and go for a little drive down some “shared greenways”.  Here it is:

…and to the surprise of absolutely nobody, this house was designed IN 1939.

All the above are located in Dallas (not renowned for anything classical, architecture least of all), but I do know the real estate market around here quite well, and I can truthfully say that the only houses I’d consider buying in the city would be the few still standing which were built before WWII.

All the rest are either foul beyond words (“mid-century modern” aaargh ) or else ultra-modern carbuncles like the ones above.  The newly-built ones, by the way, all look like they’re owned by Russian oil oligarchs, retired Cowboys footballers, Arab oil sheiks or Colombian druglords.  (And that’s not just my opinion, by the way:  Mr. Free Market, who has been on several tours of the area conducted by Yours Truly, has even worse things to say.)

Here’s one in Plano which exemplifies the type:

At least it looks like something a little classical.  But the supercars parked oh-so casually in the driveway give the game away.

It makes me not want to buy lottery tickets, if that’s all that obscene amounts of money could buy me.

Mourning The Queen

Bad News, Drive Time

It bothers me that raddled old Commies like Nancy Pelosi and Dianne Feinstein can live to a ripe [sic]  old age, but wonderful women like Sabine Schmitz get snatched away from us far too early.

“Sabine who?”  you ask.

There was no one like Sabine Schmitz, the Queen of the Nurburgring, and I’m not sure there’ll ever be anyone quite like her.

Whenever she was due to appear on the old Top Gear show, I made sure never to miss it, because she was the real deal:  taunting, teasing, mocking, shouting, screaming and in general, making utter fools of all the Top Gear hosts — especially Clarkson — and then backing it up with matchless displays of driving skill around one of the world’s deadliest racing circuits.

Here’s a tribute to Sabine from, well, everyone who ever knew her professionally.  And here’s Part 1 and Part 2 of her audacious challenge:  that she could drive around the Ring faster in a Ford Transit van than Jeremy Clarkson had done in a Jaguar.

I loved loved LOVED Sabine Schmitz, and I am going to miss her terribly.