From the headlines:
Tomos Rhydian Wilson (left and inset with brother Steffan), 29, from Swansea, went on a drunken rampage at his brother’s reception at the Lampeter’s Falcondale Hotel, Ceredigion, Wales
You had me at “Wales”. No further explanation is necessary, unless you want to know the details.
PC Andrea Griffiths has resigned from North Wales Police
‘Nuff said.
Sure, let’s have some snowflake college-dropout coffee jockeys refuse to serve their company’s overpriced shit beverage — again — and when CoffeeMegaCorp Inc. discovers the transgression, they go all “failure of training” and “re-education / retraining” handwringing, and make some token effort at rapprochement.
Here are a couple of my thoughts on the matter.
Here’s what I want to see. Denial of service to police officers by an establishment should result in an immediate response from the police chief that his police force will no longer respond to distress calls or service calls from any or all of the corporation’s branches — in other words, if one employee at a branch of Starbucks does this again, then the police will in essence deny police service to all the Starbucks outlets in their jurisdiction. (The collectivist nature of this reaction should appeal to or at least be understood by those liberal/socialist cocksuckers known as Starbucks executive management, after all.)
And if (as in the above) service is not denied but simply delayed, then the police chief should institute a policy that their response to all distress calls from Starbucks stores will be delayed, not by an equivalent period of time, but one ten times longer — i.e. if a deputy has to wait six minutes for service, then police response to an emergency will take at least an hour to arrive.
And should Starbucks file suit against the police force for this reaction, let them drag this through the court system, at their peril.
If Starbucks employees want to set themselves apart from society’s institutions (for reasons I’m not interested in enumerating), then they should be denied the protection of those institutions, permanently. These assholes — employees and employers both — need to understand the true consequences of their actions.
And finally, if Starbucks management tries to kiss ass, e.g. “We are deeply sorry and reached out to apologize directly to them”, the police chief’s response should be to tell them to fuck off and die — in other words, no apology will suffice.
In Cold War terms, this attitude is called “massive retaliation” — where the response is actually far out of proportion to the initial incident.
And we need a lot more of this, to overcome the spoiled, self-entitlement and virtue-signaling attitude of people who are, in the final analysis, no more than flunkies (despite the high-sounding and pretentious titles created by Starbucks).
Finally, the police chief should reach out to other coffee shops in the area and negotiate a group discount for his deputies and their families at those establishments. If Starbucks doesn’t appreciate his officers’ business, the police officers should go where it is.
Fuck these woke shitbrains, all of them. I’m sick of their bullshit.
A Florida teacher’s aide was arrested for allegedly having sex with two 15-year-old students in a community pool near her condo building, a report said. The aide, 27-year-old Kirstie None Rosa, allegedly had sex with one of the students several times at his house and her condo.
She seems to be quite a babe, judging from her (non-mugshot) pic, which leads me to ask why she would go after 15-year-old boys; but such is the derangement of Modern Grrrls, I guess it’s pointless to question her motives.
And no, we never had such luck when I was 15… we had to put up with rejection from girls of our own age group, like everyone else.
It’s getting to where I should consider changing the tag from “Men & Women” to “Boys & Women”, FFS.
Yeah, this is going to end well:
Fortunately, this little experiment is taking place in Finland, so the fallout won’t be too bad. (And I always thought the Finns were the sensible Scandinavians…)
Can you imagine this bunch of ingenues sitting down to negotiate anything with Vladimir Putin or that Commie asshole from China?
World’s gone fucking crazy.
Ho, yuss. From my area in North Texas comes this pleasing news:
One person is dead and another was taken to the hospital after an attempted robbery Tuesday night in northeast Dallas. The two had tried to rob a pizza delivery driver around 10:30 p.m. in the 8100 block of Southwestern Boulevard, Dallas police said.
The driver was armed and shot both suspects, police said. The driver was not wounded in the incident.
One suspect was 15 years old and the other was 17 years old, according to police records. One of them allegedly tried to run away during the incident but was later found. Officials had not identified the person that was killed as of Wednesday morning. The surviving suspect was arrested on a charge of aggravated robbery.
“After examining the totality of the evidence and interviews, the driver was released,” Dallas police said.
[pause to let the cheers and applause die down]
No doubt, the dead scumbag’s mother will have appeared on local TV proclaiming her grief and describing her progeny as a choirboy who had his whole life ahead of him and how Krool & Hartless it is that he’s now dead.
Just once, I want to see a parent show up on TV and say, “I told him all the time that if he did this shit, he’d end up dead one day. And here we are. As much as I mourn my loss, he had it coming, and I’m just glad he didn’t kill an innocent person.”
And pigs will fly past my window.
The Brit version of our “dollar stores” (everything for a dollar) is named “Poundland”, and every year they spice up their Christmas commercials with something a little more daring. This year was no exception:
Needless to say, the Perpetually Offended raced to the barricades, and the usual bullshit followed.
Now it’s my turn to be offended. I happen to love using sexual banter, innuendo and double entendre in my everyday speech. I think sex is the spice of life, it’s certainly the spice of conversation, and as long as you don’t get crude and crass about it, it serves as both mental gymnastics and flirting.
I remember once having lunch with a coworker who happened to be an extraordinarily-beautiful woman — I mean, imagine a face like Monroe and a body like vintage Nigella, and you’re getting close. As it happened, we decided to have dessert, and ordered: she a strawberry sundae and I, a banana split. When the dishes arrived, we both made a face of distaste.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
She gestured at the maraschino sitting atop the sundae, and said, “I hate cherries.” Then she asked, “And what’s wrong with yours?”
I pointed at the chopped nuts scattered all over the banana split, and said, “Ugh.” (I hate mixing crunchy with soft textures in my food.)
Then I said, “Well, I’ll tell you what we can do.”
“What?”
“If you eat my nuts, I’ll pop your cherry.”
She laughed till the tears ran down her cheeks, then threw the cherry at me, still laughing.
I should point out that this incident took place in the early 1980s, when one could say stuff like this and not get arrested for aggravated patriarchy or whatever they call it these days. Nowadays, of course, she’d complain to HR and I’d get crucified, lose my job and never be able to find work again.
I miss the old days. God, I miss the old days.
Oh, and as for the story which introduced this post: as much as I enjoy the occasional finger, I don’t really care much for the Cadbury’s version.
