Here in the northeastern USA, it’s suddenly turned cool and very, very nice- hinting that summer is pretty much over for us now. And what a crazy summer it was: feminists getting their asses handed to them in public debate, the world’s most dangerous faggot schooling all of his critics and doubters, the God-Emperor of Mankind taking actions that are by turns brilliant and insane, and, most importantly of all, the cold war between the dyscivic Left and us on the hard Right turning very, very hot.
But now, the long hot crazy summer is coming to an end up here. Soon it will be the turn of our southern brethren to experience the joys of summer.
Specifically, our Antipodean cousins will soon be able to enjoy the wonders of hot girls in bikinis strolling along the beaches of Sydney and the Gold Coast, as temperatures soar up to 40 degrees Celsius.
(For you benighted Americans, that comes to roughly 110 degrees Fahrenheit. Yes, I’ve experienced this sort of weather during my time there. Yes, it feels like standing in the desert at high noon. No, it’s not quite as bad as it sounds- as Arizonans love to say, “it’s a dry heat!!!”.)
So let us take a moment to appreciate the joys of the female forms that are found in, as the famous old song by Men At Work goes, the land “Down Under“.
Happy Friday, boys. I’m going to go drink some good single malt Scotch to celebrate. It’s been a long week.
And a very happy Labour Day- yes, that is the correct spelling- to all of you.
Yeah, I admit, I’ve got a type. Not that hard to figure out what it is either.