Twisted Sister’s Dee Snider okayed the use of the band’s music by gun control groups who are organizing a push to ban “assault weapons.”
“We’re not gonna take it” can also be turned into “You’re not going to take it”, asswipe.
Fucking New Yorkers… even their rock musicians are twerps — in Snider’s case, a poster boy for drag queens.
Nothing makes me chuckle quite like this kind of idiocy:
Christopher Woolf Mapelli Mozzi was born in 2016 and is the son of Edoardo Mapelli Mozzi and American architect, Dara Huang. He was recently pictured with his father and step-mother, Princess Beatrice, at the Christmas Day service in Sandringham.
While very little is known about Wolfie, his mother recently expressed her gratitude for her son being educated in the UK, rather than in the US.
Writing on social media, the Florida-born architect said: “I’m glad my son doesn’t go to school in the USA. I can sleep at night knowing he won’t die at his desk tomorrow morning.”
She’s referring to the jillions of American kids killed each year in classroom shootings. [eyecross]
Leaving aside that untruth, here’s something that isn’t untrue:
etc.
Truth is that our precious princeling is FAR more likely to be stabbed to death in the UK than he is to be shot in the US — unless he happened to live in South Chicago, that is.
As any fule kno, you need to have a lot of self-discipline to work unsupervised at a job, any job, with a high degree of productivity. (Self-employment doesn’t count.)
In the aftermath of the collapse of Silicon Valley Bank (SVB), the 16th biggest bank in the country, many are left wondering what went wrong. Both current and former employees have stated that the bank’s support of remote work is a contributing factor.
Well, duh. When even a wunderkind like that Facebook twerp is thinking about ending laze-at-home and bringing the worker bees back into the hive, you have to know that the writing is on the wall.
Of all the bullshit ideas perpetrated on the public by the WuFlu panic, WFH was easily one of the worst.
When I mentioned above that I’m sick of writing about politics, I should have mentioned that chief among these are articles describing how California has fucked up and how terrible things are going to be.
Yawn.
Even articles by brilliant writers (Jennifer Hernandez, Victor Davis Hanson, Heather Mac Donald etc.) get short shrift from me when the topic is Fucked-Up California.
We all know how the Golden Shower State is in thrall to Lefties, race hustlers, criminal apologists and other such filth. We all know that California’s heading down the tubes to such a degree that The Big One is more likely to be a blessed relief than a catastrophe. And we all know that Californian cities have become dystopian pits, drowning in shit, needles, crime and rampant homelessness, almost all of which can be ascribed to their insane laws and regulations. It’s all going to crash and burn, and California will end up worse off than New Mexico, and become America’s Greatest African Paradise.
And I, for one, no longer care enough to write about it.
St. Patrick’s Day finery:
There’s just no end to the madness:
Same sex couples score better than straight people in most sex studies, consistently across the board. Research shows they have better orgasms, more partner orgasms and more satisfying sex all round.
Really? And just how do we quantify “better” orgasms, Sex Lady? Describing an orgasm, any orgasm, to someone else is like trying to describe a sunset to a blind man in the first place. Then, to define “better” in terms of “degrees of indescribable”?
Ah don’ thank so, Scooter.
Never mind that I’m never going to ask someone else for tips on having better sex — FFS, have we no decency nowadays? — and also because I’m not 15 anymore.
And frankly, if I wanted to know how lesbians pleasure other women, I’d hit the “Lesbo Porn” tag at letsfuck.com.
I don’t want to be part of this world anymore.
Fuck it, I’m off to the range.