In the traditional sense, the word “awful” had the precise opposite of its meaning today; something “awful” (or “awe-full”) created awe in the listener or viewer, rather than making one want to puke.
I suspect that “awe-full” was intended in the creation of this list. But as one who as World Emperor would impose a retroactive global ban on any structure taller than twenty floors, the list simply makes me want to head for the barf bag.
As far as I’m concerned, of course, “Ten Best Skyscrapers” could just as easily be “Ten Best Snakebites”. That this is an annual competition depresses me even more. Here’s one example, taken at random:
And, to add insult to injury, the “Tour Alto” (6th place) is in Paris.
Kill them all.
Here they come. First it was the tech companies coming to Dallas and Austin, now it’s the fucking movie people?
Hollywood stars are leaving Tinseltown behind to recast their lives in Austin, Texas.
What comes next? Did you have to ask?
Yet even those accustomed to Austin’s growing pains have been stunned by the pandemic’s fallout, which rocketed housing prices by 43 percent in one year — the steepest climb of any major metro area in the country. Tales abound of home sellers being bombarded with all-cash offers the moment a property hits the market. During the first half of the year, 1,440 Austin-area houses sold for more than $100,000 over asking (versus 22 houses in the same period the previous year).
Here’s the good news, though. Leaving L.A. for Austin is like jumping from a pile of dogshit into a pile of cowshit.
The homeless problem created by Adler and the city council has had a decidedly negative impact on the city and its residents. Crime involving homeless suspects has seen a drastic increase over the past two years.
To make matters worse, the “defund the police initiative” and the anti-police sentiment that has been encouraged by the far-left politicians that govern Austin have pushed an alarming number of officers to resign or move to other departments. Each of these factors has contributed to making the city less safe, but the city council and Mayor Steve Adler don’t seem to care.
Welcome to Los Angeles-lite, assholes.
I spoke of Victoria Coren a little while back, and now it’s time to call on her brother Giles, albeit for different reasons:
Giles Coren exploded with rage on social media this morning as he revealed thieves pinched his £65,000 eco-Jaguar for the second time in just three months.
The TV presenter, 51, turned detective back in April after his beloved car was stolen but police told him they didn’t have the ‘manpower to investigate’.
Of course they don’t. Perhaps it’s because if you go on Twatter and call a footballer a nigger, the response will be dramatic, and immediate. But to continue:
In an incredible thread, [Coren] posted pictures of his journey in tracking down the Jaguar I-Pace, which he eventually found in Highgate, north London, telling followers he ‘got his electric kitty cat back’.
Didn’t help much. After spending a small fortune to re-key his car and change all its “anti-theft” doodads, the car was stolen again, leaving Coren in an incandescent rage.
In a furious tweet, Mr Coren wrote: ‘They’ve stolen my fucking car AGAIN!!!! Cost me three grand to reset the keys and put in a new tracking system after last time and what good does it do? FUCK ALL.
‘If you see a black Jaguar iPace reg ending JVN could you tell me? I’ll give you a million pounds.’
Giles, ol’ buddy: if you’re going to drop a million bucks, you should rather move out of London, to a more law-abiding place like say, Reading.
I’ll give him the last word, though:
The food critic began: ‘Last night the cunts stole my new Jaguar I-Pace. So Fuck them, fuck the environment and fuck any sort of giving a shit about cars.
‘I’m buying a six year old diesel fucking Skoda and everyone can just fuck off.’
Note to the Greens: when you’ve lost the food critics… after all, this electric car thing will soon lose its allure for other reasons.
Like most Africans (real ones born in Africa, not the phony Jesse Jackson kind), I have a fear and loathing of snakes. I’ve heard all the calls that they keep the rodent population down and all that, and if the slithery little bastards kept on doing just that, I’d be fine with them.
But they don’t, do they?
It is said to feel like two sharp nails being hammered into your skin – and we can reveal that deadly snake bites are rising dramatically in a trend that is worrying experts.
An Austrian man was the latest victim when he “felt a pinch in the genital area” while sitting on his toilet at home in Graz on Monday, according to a local police report.
Wait: Austrian? At first I read “Australian” (which would be nothing out of the ordinary) but was stopped by “Graz” (which isn’t in Australia). Sheesh, if the fucking things are in Austria, they could be anywhere. And they are.
Read the rest of the article, and I hope your breakfast has settled, because otherwise you’ll be heading off to the can to puke.
Just check before you do, though:
Brrrr… I fucking hate them.
Whenever there’s a chance that I’m about to walk anywhere remotely bush-y, I carry my little NAA Mini-Revolver, and it’s loaded with .22 Mag shotshells.
I once saw a video of a snake being shot with one of these, and it was excellent: in a split second, it went from being all hissy and strikey to totally limp — whereupon I bought about 500 rounds of the stuff.
Be careful out there.
This article, and the pathology it describes, fills me with all the negatives: disgust, horror, loathing, hatred and the burning desire to lay about these people with a barbed-wire-wrapped cricket bat.
Which is surprising, because for the last twenty years or so, American girls have been raised from birth to be premium dating fodder, primed from the first whiff of puberty to be Available for Sex on Saturday Night. So why are they being ghosted in droves? Abandoned and left to die alone, clutching their pets and Warren for President signs?
You’d think these girls would be experts at snagging a mate. Years of sex ed, birth control pills, and permission to date early and often with no judgement from the grownups should have guaranteed they’d have suitors dangling from their every finger, lines outside the door, dates every night, so many engagement rings shoved under their noses they’d be blinded by the shimmering sight of all those diamonds nestled against black velvet.
Read the whole article, but only if you have a strong stomach.
An entire generation — maybe even two — will have been corrupted almost beyond redemption.
So it seems like our public buildings are no longer going to look like this:
…but rather, like this:
…all because of this:
Biden Purges Non-Partisan US Commission On Fine Arts In Unprecedented Move Against Popular Classical Architecture
The commission is an independent federal agency established by Congress that advises Congress and the White House on public (civic) architecture on federal lands and in the District of Columbia. Established in 1910, its seven members are chosen from “disciplines including art, architecture, landscape architecture, and urban design,” and are appointed by the president to serve four-year terms. No commission member has ever been asked to tender their resignation before their term was up.
The Trump administration stressed classical architecture, though traditionally the issue has been non-partisan and has included such champions as former President Franklin Delano Roosevelt and former Democratic Sen. Daniel Patrick Moynihan.
While classical architecture remains the hands-down favorite of the American public, its opponents are powerful in academia, elite architecture circles, and, it seems, in the Biden White House. Biden revoked former President Donald Trump’s “Make America Beautiful Again” executive order early in his administration, with supporters claiming classical architecture is somehow connected to fascism.
Yup, those pesky Greeks, with their Corinthian columns and friezes, were all about fascism.
Even though the word “democracy” (an Ancient Greek institution) stems from the Greek word demos, meaning “crowd”.