From the Golden Shower State:
I’d add a link, but those are the only details available.
*some have asked why I so often yank out the stupid and unnecessary word “alleged” in my reports, so I’ve taken the liberty of adding a couple, just to be on the safe side.
It used to be called “Bulldog Spirit” — i.e. digging in your heels and refusing to take crap from anyone.
And this fine restauranteuse is a wonderful example of the above:
An award-winning restaurant has hit out at ‘holier-than-thou’ vegan customers after it received backlash over its new menu, which does not include any main courses suitable for them.
The Kitchen at London House on the Isle of Wight took to social media to defend itself against ‘nasty’ and ‘bullying’ vegans who were outraged at their decision to refuse to cater to their diets. The popular high street restaurant in Ventnor said that while it used to serve some vegan food they decided to stop due to a ‘militant minority’.
‘We have in the past catered for vegans. Everything from Vegan cream teas, even had special Vegan bacon made so they could enjoy BLT’s amongst other things.
‘We stopped. Why? Because we got fed up with the arrogant, ‘holier-than-thou’ attitude.
‘Please, vegans, it is not a given that we should adapt our menu to suit your preference.
‘If you want vegan food, go to a vegan restaurant – which incidentally if I went to one and asked for a steak I wouldn’t get one, nor would I expect to.
‘You have chosen your lifestyle, it’s not a medical condition that you’ve been forced to endure through no fault of your own.
‘Your choice does not fit with our style of cooking. We respect your choice, and expect that you respect ours.
I would have just told the all veganists to fuck off, but this lady is cut from a different cloth than I am.
Forcing the world to change just to suit your personal preferences is the worst kind of solipsism and narcissism, and good for Our Heroine for standing up to them.
In the Kurt Russell movie Tombstone, Wyatt Earp catches a guy whipping a horse in the face — whereupon he snatches the quirt from the man’s hand and whips him across the face, and when the oaf whimpers Earp says quietly, “Hurts, don’t it?”
Over the weekend, about half a dozen people sent me this video of someone getting a taste of his own medicine; and I have to warn you now, if at the end your Schadenböner isn’t straining at your zipper, we’ve can’t be friends anymore.
We need more of this — a LOT more of this.
Sorry, I have to go and watch it again; I am so weak…
Fixed the link, thanks for the heads-up.
When your ex-girlfriend (who has a restraining order against you) takes refuge in your neighbor’s house, do not try to break into that house to get to her. Or, take your chances:
When he tried to break into the house, the homeowner shot and killed him and he was found dead on the back porch by police.
The homeowner has not been charged.
As it should be. Scratch one violent asshole and some applause, please, for Our Hero.
I don’t normally feature early reports on this kind of thing because circumstances may change after further investigation, but it’s a slow news day, so here we go:
Law enforcement received a 911 call indicating someone had allegedly tried to break into the home and had been shot. Pickaway County deputies arrived to find the alleged intruder was deceased inside the home.
On Monday morning, Pickaway County Sheriff Matthew O. Hafey used a Facebook post to provide further information, noting the 911 caller reported a male had broken into the home.
Hafey outlined, “Upon the Deputies’ arrival, a male was found to be deceased inside of the home.”
Good Guy 1, Goblin 0. As it should be.
I see with sadness that veteran Brit actor David Warner has gone to join the Choir Invisibule, and the screen has lost one of its better character actors in consequence.
My favorite of his roles is in the (apparently-forgotten) time-travel piece, Time After Time, in which he played Jack The Ripper to Malcolm McDowell’s H.G. Wells (storyline here).
What I loved about this movie was that when H.G Wells (the good guy) is transported from his comfortable Victorian life forward to modern-day San Francisco, he finds it incredibly difficult to cope. Not so for the Ripper (Warner), who finds that evil transcends culture and, for that matter, time as well — and among San Francisco’s prostitute population, he has an even greater choice of victims than in 19th-century London. And Warner is beyond-words excellent in the role.
R.I.P.