“A NASA astronaut captured eerie glowing lights hanging in Earth’s atmosphere while aboard the ISS, revealing a rare phenomena that happens 50 miles above the surface.”
One phenomenon, two phenomena.
Does anyone check grammar at the Daily Mail nowadays? 
Okay, there’s stupid (voting for a Democrat Socialist), very stupid (waterbombing Danny Trejo)… and then there’s ultra-stupid:
A Spanish tourist reportedly has been “trampled to death” by elephants in South Africa after he tried to get close to them to take pictures.
If you look up the word “pendejo” in the dictionary, that’ll be his pic you see, right above that of the Trejo Waterbomber.
I remember one time I was driving friends around the Kruger Park when we suddenly came upon a solitary elephant. I stopped, of course, at a distance of about thirty yards.
“Get a little closer!” urged one friend (American, first time in Africa, in fact I think it was the first time she’d ever left New England).
Of course, I refused.
“He’s just standing there,” she said.
“See how his ears are flapping?”
“I know, it’s so cute!”
“He’s warning us off,” I said, and put the minibus into reverse.
Then the elephant took three giant steps towards us, whereupon I tried my very best to break the world speed record for reversing a VW minibus down a dirt road. Even so, he got to within about ten yards of the bus before our acceleration took us clear. Fortunately, the road was straight and after a minute or so the elephant stopped, flapped his ears at us one more time, and exited stage right.
I took the opportunity to turn the bus around, and got the hell out of the area.
One of the others managed to get a single pic of Dumbo, right before he got on the road and decided to shoo us off.
(in the very left-hand bottom of the pic you can see the car windowsill, to give an idea of how close he was, no zoom lens)
Get out of the car? Close to a herd with calves?
I guess the Spanish guy felt that he knew all about elephants, having done the African River ride at DisneyWorld where the elephants frolic charmingly along the river banks, rather than trampling people to death.
Afterthought: phew, if the whole herd got in on the act as the report says, all that remained must have been some bloody mud with bone splinters, with pieces of El Stupido’s iPhone mixed in.
…and you know the rest.
I have to tell y’all, I am generally not a fearful man. That’s not a boast, that’s a summary of my reaction to several (very) scary incidents that have tested me over my six-score years or so of adult life.
That said, if you told me that my next dare was to throw a water balloon at Danny Trejo, I’d back away whimpering and head to the bar.
I don’t care if he’s 80 years old. I wouldn’t care if the lion you wanted me to tease with a stick was that old in lion-years, or assured me that the black mamba I’d have to kiss had been de-fanged.
Ain’t no way. NFW. Not Danny Trejo, no water bomb.
Yet some pendejo did just that and gave Trejo the goods.
And was surprised when ol’ man Danny laid a big can of whup-ass on him.
As always, whenever there’s the slightest chance that the Frogs will vote for anything other than Lefty government, the normally-fractious Socialists (of which there are many, to cater to all the flavors of Big Brother) suddenly close ranks, declare “Nous sommes tous de gauche!” and the “Rightwing” party is put back in its place.
Which is what happened yesterday. Andrew Neil explains:
The traditional French fallback when Marine Le Pen’s populist National Rally does well in the first round of elections as it did last Sunday – of ganging up against it in the second round – was more effective yesterday than anybody expected.
Far from making the hard Right the biggest party in parliament, as was widely expected, the French people gave first place, according to the exit polls, to the hard Left. Almost nobody saw it coming.
Nobody, that is. except people who understand the Frogs and their love of socialism.
Instead of coming first but without an overall majority the National Rally came a poor third.
So, what next?
For all the celebrations on the Left…
…France now has a hung parliament, which condemns it to political paralysis or worse for the foreseeable future – a lame duck president and a parliament that will be so consumed by battles between hard Left and Right that coalition government will probably be impossible.
Welcome to Back to the Future, French style. The Fourth Republic, cobbled together in the aftermath of the Second World War, only lasted from 1946 until 1958. During its 12 years there were 21 governments.
Which is probably what we’re going to see in the foreseeable future.
General Charles de Gaulle changed all that in 1958 by creating the Fifth Republic, with a strong president and a diminished National Assembly. He had himself in mind as president when he designed it, though the Fifth Republic has endured to this day.
After yesterday’s elections, France is going to look a lot more like the weak and chaotic Fourth Republic than the stronger, more stable Fifth.
And so it goes. Pass the vin rouge, Pierre. Foutu alors.
The numbers say it all:
Well, they did ask for it. Now they’re going to get it. Good and hard.
…and I think I can speak for all my Brit Readers, Stout Bulldogs that they are, when I say:
…as opposed to today’s shit show.
Edward Longshanks would have had them all hung, drawn and quartered by now.
Ah, the good old days.