…and ended up with a bunch of Yalies beclowning themselves. Read the whole thing; it’s wonderful. Needless to say, Scott Adams was involved:
…. and it gets worse from there.
Tag: Stupid people
No Heart Of Stone
The expression “You’d have to have a heart of stone not to laugh” was, I believe, first made in reference to the death scene in Charles Dickens’s Little Dorrit. Well, via the Knuckledragger comes a scene which made me laugh so loudly I woke up the neighbor’s baby. Go ahead and watch it — but stuff a hanky in your mouth first. Read more
Pissing It All Away
I love stories like this one, just not for the reasons you might think.
Michael Carroll scooped the £9.7 million lottery jackpot in 2002 from a £1 ticket.
He gave £4 million to his family before blowing the rest on cocaine, vodka, and brothels – and he claims to have bedded 4,000 women.
Began to run out of money in 2005 and appeared in court over 30 times.
Described how his lavish lifestyle was ‘the best ten years of his life for a pound’.
After a period of homelessness he is now works as a coalman in Moray, Scotland.
Here’s the thing. The Usual Suspects are going to whine and bitch about this guy’s behavior — you know, “People like this shouldn’t be playing the lottery!” and all that shit — but I love it. Let’s be honest: this guy was a total yob, working-class scum (as Mr. Free Market might put it); but why shouldn’t such people have a chance to be happy, too?
He wasn’t completely irresponsible about it, either: he did give almost half to his family, up front. I bet they’re glad he won.
As for “blowing the rest on cocaine, vodka, and brothels” and bedding 4,000 women… at least he didn’t waste it. (Just do the math: 4,000 women during his period of wealth is more than one woman per day, for ten years. Dude.)
And now he’s back to working hard for a living. Good for him. It’s not how I would have done it, but then I’m not interested in telling people how to live their lives, or how to spend their money, most especially windfalls. I’m not a Democrat, in other words.
Quote Of The Day
From the normally mild-mannered Prof. Reynolds:
“Vegans should just be grateful for not being pantsed on sight. Veganism is stupid and immoral, and mostly a marker for mental illness or deficiency.”
True dat. He left out a lot of other endearing vegan traits, but the Treacher Man has his back:
“You just can’t please vegans, because if they were capable of happiness, they wouldn’t be vegans. You can’t cater to them — in this case literally — because their entire philosophy is anti-human. They’re ashamed of their own existence on this planet, and that shame has turned them into totalitarian wackjobs.”
I think I’ll just have one of New Wife’s beef pies for lunch, because I can.
Goat A Yell, Snowflake
Bloody hell, I wish this tiresome generation of wokey Millennials would just stick to sucking on Tide pods and quit whining about everything that was invented before they were born.
A student has slammed classic Disney films for being ‘horrendously outdated and offensive’, claiming that the Jungle Book character King Louie is racist and that many of the animations have ‘not aged well’.
Lauren Robertson re-watched 11 Disney favourites – accusing most of them of ‘portraying racist and exaggerated stereotypes’.
The student, who studies languages at Aberdeen University, branded films such as Dumbo, The Lady and the Tramp and The Little Mermaid as ‘dodgy’.
And if you have the stomach to follow the link, you’ll see from her pictures that she has the insufferably smug expression of the Terminally Righteous.
All this is of a piece with those fools who want to ban Twain’s Huckleberry Finn just because it contains the word nigger, little realizing that despite the frequent use of the word, Twain’s masterpiece rearranged the entire way that 19th-century America looked at race. In fact, Twain himself probably did more to improve race relations in this country than any two of today’s race hustlers (such as Jesse Jackson and that idiot, the late Elijah Cummings).
As for that little Scottish snowflake who needs a “safe space” to escape the evils of old Disney cartoons, I wish she’d just crawl into that safe space — preferably a tiny closet — and die there.
Beyond Redemption
Amid all the breast-beating about how the recent floods have ravaged Venice boo hoo, with the mayor thereof (of course) blaming “climate change” for the disaster, the fact remains that in a nation where corruption is not just systemic but endemic, Venice stands apart from all the other cities as being the poster-boy for corruption.
The mayor of Venice has blamed climate change for the disaster but there was also anger among Venetians yesterday at the corruption which has held up a flood barrier project.
Just so we’re all clear about this, the phrase missing from that last sentence is: “…which has held up a flood barrier project for the last thirty years.” The plans have been in place, the funding more or less allocated (if such a thing can happen in Italy, given their perpetual state of near-bankruptcy), but… nothing has happened, as bureaucrats argue and wrangle, projects are started then canceled, service providers arrive then leave, and in general, the whole thing resembles a typical Italian cock-up.
I remember arriving at Rome’s Da Vinci Airport dying for a pee, only to find that the men’s toilets at the Arrivals gate were “non operativo“. I later discovered that the toilets had been “non operativo” for close to a year. And this, by the way, in a place where reservations clerks faced with irate passengers simply switch off their terminals and go have a cup of coffee until said passengers have given up and left.
A Brit friend who was involved in a project with the Italian Army was even more dismissive.
“I have to say, their uniforms are magnificent — they look like they were each personally tailored by Versace.”
“How’s their organization and operational readiness?”
“Oh God…they have neither. Christ help them if they’re ever faced with a real military problem.”
So the Venetian imbroglio doesn’t surprise me one little bit. And this is why I say simply, fuck ’em. Let their poxy city sink under the waves, and let the tourism dollars dry up (except from the most hardy of souls).
To coin a phrase: let Venice sink.