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.
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…
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.
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.
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.
I forget where I got this (sorry), but SOTI I saw this, as the mindset of the Deep Swamp towards us conservatives:
“We don’t like things as they are, and so we’ll make it really, really expensive for certain people to enforce their rights. We’ll make them fight every day for what should be rightly theirs for free. We’ll take away their birthright. We’ll screw with their businesses and screw with their wombs and screw with their assumptions about what the courts have guaranteed them, and some of them will give up, and some of them will make mistakes, and we’ll just make sure they have many bad days, and eventually they’ll get tired of fighting with us and we’ll get a team of brutal lawyers to take them down and put them in their place.”
At American Greatness, Max Martin has this rather withering comment to make:
At this moment [conservatives] are the weaker side in this asymmetric struggle. Right now, we are 80 million couch potatoes and keyboard warriors with rifles in our bedroom closets. This is not a force to be reckoned with.
Read the article to get the argument that leads him to that depressing conclusion. Not part of his analysis, by the way, is that a large number of the so-called 80 million are a bunch of old bastards like myself, who have neither the health, energy nor will to do all the stuff he suggests we do to avoid being buried by the liberal ruling elite.
So what’s left? DO we just resign ourselves to the fact that at some point, if we refuse to give in to the feral [sic] government, its rules, regulations and apparatchiks, we should just wait in our homes for the sturmtruppen and Stasi to come for us, and then surrender meekly to be led off to Room 101? Or, for those of us who have nothing to lose, resist with violence rather than just resign ourselves to our fate?
Let’s face it: if the American Revolution was actively pursued and fought (by some estimates) by only 13% of the then-population of the soon-to-be United States, that means that the other 87% were either British loyalists or the 18th-century equivalent of couch potatoes. That being the case, who is going to form the 13% of conservatives (10 million? we should be so lucky) who would actively form the resistance against the fucking establishment?
Here’s the late Joseph Sobran on the topic:
“By today’s standards King George III was a very mild tyrant indeed. He taxed his American colonists at a rate of only pennies per annum. His actual impact on their personal lives was trivial. He had arbitrary power over them in law and in principle but in fact it was seldom exercised. If you compare his rule with that of today’s U.S. Government you have to wonder why we celebrate our independence…”
And if I may be so bold: what’s facing us, as the de facto survivors and supporters of the principles that formed our republic, is a far more formidable foe than George III.
I wish I had something more upbeat to say about all this, but the reality is that I’m in the grip of a profound sense of gloomy foreboding.
Feel free to add your thoughts in Comments. And if you’re afraid to be candid because of the possible consequences… then that is precisely what I’m talking about.