Fighting Wokedom

Here’s the story of the film so far.  (Have the barf bag ready, because it involves some fairly horrible characters.)

  • Duchess Caringslut appears on Oprah and says a whole bunch of ugly stuff about the British Royal Family (I know, I know, who cares, but stay with me for a moment).
  • Gasbag TV host Piers Morgan (a.k.a. the Worst Living Englishman) calls Caringslut out and says he doesn’t believe a word she said.
  • Morgan loses his job on TV breakfast show (quit, fired, whatever).
  • On some other crappy TV show, Ozzy’s wife Sharon (as though she doesn’t have enough problems) stands up for Morgan’s right to bloviate.

Here’s where it gets interesting.

Morgan got in trouble not because of his skepticism, but because he dared to say it about a (semi-) Person Of Color, i.e. Caringslut, who is also A Womyn and is therefore privileged because #BelieveAllWomen #BlackLivesMatter #EndRacismNow.  So by standing up for Morgan’s right to cast doubt upon Her Sainted Narrative, Sharon is threatened with termination from her (clearly lucrative) job on the stupid TV show in which she appears.

That’s the background.  Now for the fun part.

Sharon Osbourne is one of the toughest women in the world — I mean, married to Ozzy The Prince Of Darkness for four decades, Q.E.D.  So threatening Sharon’s livelihood is like poking a black mamba with a short stick:  fraught with peril for not much gain.

So what does Sharon do?  This:

Sharon Osbourne retains powerhouse LA law firm Eisner as she ‘demands millions’ to leave The Talk amid dispute over her defense of Piers Morgan

What she has done is put a price on wokedom — because at the end of it all, this is what the whole thing is about — and has shown that the best way to combat this bullshit is to make it really expensive to indulge in it.

Ditto, by the way, for state legislatures to withhold funding from public universities who trample all over their students’ civil rights just for being conservative, for example.

But the Caringslut / Piers Morgan / Sharon Osbourne thing is a lot more entertaining.  Even if they are all just a bunch of loathsome media assholes.


Postscript:  As it happens, Duchess Caringslut did tell at least one (so far) palpable lie to Oprah:  she claimed that she’d married Prince Ginger No-Nuts a few days before the actual Royal Wedding, when that wasn’t the case at all.  So on the principle that even a blind pig can find the occasional truffle, Piers Morgan was at least partially correct in his disbelief.  The first time he’s been right about anything in years.

Not At Any Price

Well, there ya go:

‘You couldn’t pay me enough!’ Sarah Jessica Parker asserts her no-nudity clause will remain in place for Sex And The City reboot

Sweetheart, you couldn’t pay me enough to look at anything you’ve got there.

And since when did she start looking like Barbra Streisand, anyway?

Binary Option

Here’s a situation worth reading about:

Ciara Nolan and Jean-Francois Bonnet found eight-year-old golden retriever Neesha near a summit in the Wicklow Mountains, Ireland, on February 6.
They wrapped the dog, who had been reported missing two weeks earlier, in a coat before Jean carried her on his back for six miles to reach level ground.

And a pic:

And:

One of Neesha’s owners, Erina O’Shea Goetelen, said they had started to give up hope before Ciara and Jean stumbled across the pooch by chance.
After being reunited Erina took Neesha to the vets who said the family pet had lost a third of her body weight during the two weeks away from home.

But the dog will be fine.  Her rescuers?  Not so much:

After the video went viral a member of the public reported the couple for breaching non-essential travel rules, and the Gardai – Ireland’s police force – is now making enquiries.

…which brings us to the binary question alluded to in the title of this post.

For that “member of the public”:

Public flogging, or lifetime shunning?

Your choice in Comments.

Lost Weekends

Ahhhhh, when it’s a Bank Holiday (U.S. “long”) weekend, can the Train Smash Women be far behind?

Of course not:  they’re quite up front [sic] :

   

And, as usual, all over the place:

As we used to say (back when one could say such things):  “Take her ‘ome, Jimmy;  she’s ready.”

Follow the link:  there are approximately half a dozen regrettable decisions in every pic.

Uglyyyyyy

Generally speaking, not many state governors are that well known outside their own borders, for obvious reasons.  But the Chinkvirus mania has made some of them nationally (if not internationally) prominent — albeit for the wrong reasons.  The most famous, after NY’s Vito Corleone Cuomo and CA’s Vladimir Gavin Lenin Newsom, has been Michigan’s Irma Grese Gretchen Witless Witmer, the latter not being helped by the fact that she actually does look like a concentration camp guard.

Another rising star among the infamous is Portlandia Oregon governor Kate Brown, who while not as evil-looking as Witmer, still has that basilisk-apparatchik appearance first made famous by Hillary Bitch Clinton:

Why do all Marxist women end up looking like cheap copies of Rosa Luxemburg?  Even (to switch countries for a moment) New Zealand’s Prime Lesbian Minister Jacinda Ardern is, in addition to being a gun-controller, quite ghastly:

(What amazed me about the above is that with a name like Jacinda Ardern, I originally thought she was Black.  My bad.)

The only thing which can mitigate the appearance of these Marxist harpies is that occasionally they can have redeeming physical characteristics which can take one’s gaze from their face.  Case in point:  Gretchen Whitmer:

Even the Senior Troll Speaker of the House, ol’ Red Nancy herself, is similarly constructed (seen here with another gun controller):

Nevertheless, it can safely be said that no matter how attractive the superstructure of these Commies, nothing — and I mean nothing — should distract us from the utter foulness of their totalitarian philosophy.  I’m not saying, of course, that they should end up like their figurehead Rosa Luxemburg — shot dead and their bodies tossed into a canal — but the sooner they and their political leanings are discredited, marginalized and forgotten, the better for all of us.


Afterthought:  my apologies for all the strikeouts above.  Clearly, I need more coffee.