Unworthy

The story of the film so far:  woman puts money into a lottery machine, gets bumped by rude asshole, accidentally pushes the wrong button on the machine and gets a single (and expensive) card, different from the cheap ones she normally plays.  Okay, that kinda sucks.

Then she does the scratchy thing and discovers that her “accidental” card has just given her a $10 million payout.

Hooray, hoorah and all that.

But here’s where the story takes a nasty turn:

Edwards said she is going to use her winnings to buy a house and start a nonprofit organization.

Oh FFS.

Let’s start at the top.

  1. That $10 million turns to $5 million immediately, as the FedGov and the Golden Shower State take their respective pounds of flesh off the top;
  2. Being a Los Angeles County prisoner resident, she’s going to have to drop about $2 million if she wants to get anything more than a two-bed / one-bath bungalow;
  3. If she doesn’t invest the remaining millions properly, she won’t have enough income to afford the property taxes on that big new house, unless she wants to keep working at (rough guess) the DMV for the rest of her life;
  4. And all that’s after the res’ of da fambly — some of whom she never knowed was fambly — comes calling with their hands out (her first name is LaQuedra:  connect the dots);
  5. So much for the non-profit.

She could always start a non-profit and pay herself a decent salary as the president thereof;  but the salaries for the rest of the staff (all fambly) will drain her coffers dry within at most two years — and the IRS takes a dim view of that kind of thing, anyway.

None of this is important to me — it’s not my money and well done to her, I say — but it’s a good example of stupid people pissing away their good fortune.

Speed Bump #7,659

In an otherwise decent article,  Brandon Morse writes this howler:

“In today’s society, emotion is increasingly valued over logistical thinking.”

Really?  Emotion is placed higher than thinking about how to move stuff from one place to another?

IT’S “LOGICAL“, NOT “LOGISTICAL“, YOU FECKLESS, ILLITERATE MORON.

JHC… it’s way too early to have yet another gin, but WTF.

Train Smash Women: Aintree 2022

Annnd They’re Off!

Ah yes, it’s time for the Grand National at Aintree, Liverpool. And as always, the Scouser Train Smash Brigade was much in evidence:

       

Amazingly, some looked halfway decent:

     

 

…by Aintree standards, that is:

And then came Ladies’ Day, oh yes it did:

Observe this one:

…and realize that she came as part of a matched pair:

Body adornment there was a-plenty:

And I think that someone thought that just dressing as a woman qualified:

  …kinda hard to tell these days. though.

And then towards evening, the booze started flowing:

  …an aria from Carmen, no doubt.

 

There are more, so many more… but you’ll have to follow the links above to see the complete awfulness, if you have the stomach for it.  The ones I’ve loaded are the best.

Aintree never fails us, does it?

Seeing The Light

I see that BritPM Boris Johnson has decided to try and save Britain from future electricity shortages by opening seven new nuclear reactor plants.

And better yet, this is happening against rising resistance towards the unreliable, inefficient and costly wind farms.

I’m hoping out next Republican president adopts the same action here, even though it would take decades to implement because of all the stupid regulations the things have to get past in order to get made — and I would also hope that a Republican Congress would work to get rid of most of said regulations.

I also want Tinkerbell to sprinkle magic dust on my lottery tickets, but that discussion can wait for another time.

Simple Solution

In the wake of the non-event of one Black dude bitchslapping another Black dude for making fun of his wife on a live TV show that nobody was watching, we get this wail:

Today, every comedian in the U.S. is on Facebook making nervous jokes about the likelihood of Will Smith copycats walking on stage and walloping a comic over a joke that hurt their little feelings.

So?  Fight back.  Perform while wearing sap gloves or a knuckleduster.  Make a baseball bat part of your routine.

Pepper spray, stun guns, will all work, but no real guns — that might be seen as a bit extreme, and probably with some justification.

Now, I have to say that if fistfights on stage are going to be a regular feature of Oscar Nights, I might even be tempted to watch the foul event, especially if Robert De Niro gets his ass kicked or Mark Ruffalo gets a few teeth knocked out.

Or, if that’s too violent, why not “MUD WRESTLING !!!  Featuring Christina Hendricks and
Salma Hayek !!!”

 

I’d watch that, you betcha.