About Damn Time

I was going to sound off about this Daylight Savings idiocy for the billionth time, but I see I’ll only  have to do it twice more, maybe — if the House gets off its ass:

The U.S. Senate on Tuesday passed legislation that would make daylight saving time permanent starting in 2023, ending the twice-annual changing of clocks in a move promoted by supporters advocating brighter afternoons and more economic activity.

The Senate approved the measure, called the Sunshine Protection Act, unanimously by voice vote. The House of Representatives, which has held a committee hearing on the matter, still must pass the bill before it can go to President Joe Biden to sign. The White House has not said whether Biden supports it.

Of all the stupid shit our government has ever done, the time-switching thing is unquestionably the most pointless.

What am I thinking?  Biden will probably veto it, just for spite.

No Fun At All

…and by “fun”, I mean for us fans of Train Smash Women and their regrettable decisions, as we turn our gaze towards the Cheltenham Festival in Gloucestershire, Britishland:

 

…not to mention the ever-debonair Richard Hammond:

And the couples looked fine, too, with nary an exposed boob or garish tattoo:

 

All well and good, but…

Roll on Aintree, I say.

Dept. Of Righteous Shootings

There are just not enough “alleged”s in this happy story, so I’ve added a few:

An alleged intruder was fatally shot Thursday morning in Houston, Texas, after entering a home and [allegedly] opening a bedroom door.   The [alleged] incident occurred around 1 a.m., ABC 13 reported.

Police indicated the homeowner was sleeping on the second floor when he [allegedly] heard glass break. The alleged intruder then entered the home, came upstairs, opened the bedroom door, and the homeowner shot him in the neck.

The alleged intruder fled the home and went to a neighbor’s house, telling them he had [allegedly] been shot and seeking medical help.

I can already hear your groans, because the paramedics arrived in the nick of time and saved the alleged scrote’s life, right?

Nazzo fast:

However, time ran out while he was at the neighbor’s house and the alleged intruder died.

He didn’t die, he just ran out of blood.

Needless to say, even though this allegedly happened in Houston, Our Hero is not facing any charges.

And had this happened anywhere else in Texas, there’s a good chance the neighbor would also have shot the bastard, dripping blood all over the Persian like that.