Mondays just suck, as a general rule, and this one is certainly no exception.
Fortunately, I have plenty of distractions to cheer you up today. Bird-killers, movie trailers (for a good movie, not the usual Pedowood shit), political commentary, British comedy, magnificent sportsmen, and a beautiful girl, all follow down below.
Yeah, I know, I’m the best. What can I say? It’s because I have the best readers. Props to all of you lot today.
We begin by looking at a very different side of our beloved and dreaded Supreme Dark Lord (PBUH) – in which he straight up murders a bird:
I have to admit, I nearly fell over laughing at the mental image of Voxemort the Malevolent squashing a cockatoo like a bug – by accident, I hasten to add – in a fit of pique over losing a Super NES game.
That probably suggests something deeply unhealthy about my psyche, but DAMN that shit is funny!!!
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John Wick Chapter 3 – Parabellum is going to be released this May, and I am very confident that it will be, hands down, the single best movie released this year:
The last two films were spectacular – and the second one managed to do something that most sequels never achieve. It was better than the first, and by a huge margin. That, in and of itself, is amazing given how good the first movie was.
Let’s see if this third chapter can live up to the standards of sheer awesomeness set by the first two.
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The Chinese have evidently learned a thing or two from the West, and are now using diplomacy to enslave the Africans – except where the Westerners used gunboats, the Zhong use debt, and very effectively too:
Honestly, just take Kim du Toit’s advice already and let Africa sink.
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Speaking of really dumb African decisions – gasoline prices in Zimbabwe are now the highest in the world:
Zimbabwe is on a three-day nationwide strike and protests are erupting in the streets after the government of the southern African country doubled fuel prices, making gasoline sold in Zimbabwe the most expensive in the world.
Zimbabwe is in the midst of an economic crisis and a shortage of foreign exchange, which has led to fuel and bread shortages, and many companies have stopped working because they can’t import raw materials.
Following hyperinflation in 2009, Zimbabwe abolished its own currency and has been using the US dollar and South African rand instead.[…]
But the economic crisis and foreign currency shortages has prompted the government to say over the weekend that it would introduce a new currency of its own in the next 12 months.
The gasoline price of $3.33 per liter is now the world’s highest.
According to data from GlobalPetrolprices.com, as of January 7, 2019, the world’s average gasoline price was $1.08 per liter, or $4.09 per gallon. The most expensive gasoline in the world before the Zimbabwean price hike was in Hong Kong where a gallon of gas goes for $7.71.
I was around during the petroleum “crisis” in 2008 – which did, in fairness, get pretty bad – in which petrol prices at the pump in the USA went past $5/gal. To put Zimbabwe’s prices into perspective, a price at the pump of US$3.33/L comes to a bare whisker under $12/gal.
Imagine filling up your regular, average, basic city-cruising Japanese snotbox hatchback, with a 15gal fuel tank, with petrol. It would cost you $180 to fill ‘er up.
One. Hundred. And. Eighty. Dollars.
You would feel that right in the shorts, man.
Which begs the logical question: why is Zimbabwe, which is actually a pretty resource-rich country, so thoroughly forked-up?
Well, Fred Reed has some thoughts to add in relation to that subject:
What is to be done? The policies usual in countries of the First World do not work. As a white man my inclination is to favor color-blindness, equality of opportunity, and advancement by merit. If East Asian kids outperform white kids academically by a wide margin, which they do, then they should get into Harvard and the white kids should not. Neurosurgeons should be chosen by competence and nothing else. Affirmative action lowers standards for society as a whole, sometimes dangerously.
All true, but….Realistically, meritocracy works well only in a monochrome population. If I, white, fail to get into CalTech in astrophysics, I will be disappointed but will not complain of unfair discrimination. I just wasn’t smart enough. But it is very different when a race in its entirety fails to gain entrance. It creates a de facto partitioning of society. In today’s America, merit isn’t going to work.
More is involved than a lack of black biochemists. Differences in intelligence cause differences in culture. Bright populations will favor classical music, literature, history, the sciences, art. Dimmer peoples will not. Look for bookstores in their neighborhoods. Making things worse is the lack of commonality between black and white civilizations. We may reasonably ask why blacks should be interested things we teach in our schools. Our European heritage goes back at least as far as the Sumeria of the mid-Fourth Millennium BC, through Greece and Rome and Augustine and Aquinas, through the Renaissance, Magna Carta, all the myriad of European thinkers and poets through the Industrial Revolution to Mars landers. None of this is the heritage of blacks. Why would they care, or understand why we care? We are utterly different peoples.
I have a number of philosophical differences with Mr. Reed, related to both his views on IQ and military matters, but here, at least, I find nothing to disagree with.
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An especially poignant moment from the very last episode of Blackadder:
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Speaking of Blackadder:
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While we are on the subject of great British comedy, here is a A Bit of Fry and Laurie, which incidentally predicted the results of the PoundMeToo movement about thirty years early:
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Leo meets Adele – and manages to make one of her biggest hits sound way better in the process:
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In the wake of the whole Gillette “The Best a Cuck Can Get” ad debacle, it is useful to remind ourselves just why it is that women get paid less, on average, than men do – because they don’t do the damned work, that’s why:
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Remember back when those wazzocks from TOP GEAR decided to race to the North Pole?
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Related – the very same wazzocks set about explaining how Italians (and Spaniards) think:
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This one was sent to me by a Russian, and it was filmed at a school graduation ceremony somewhere in the country. You will want to watch it with Closed Captions switched on, if you don’t speak Russian – I do, sort of, and I found it impossible to understand given my limited command of the language:
And the award for BIG Brass Ones the Size of Church Bells goes to…
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Related – the Neo-Tsar proves that he has a sense of humour, and a rather impressive level of patience with both stupid questions and blithering idiots:
Honestly, I thought he would order some of those people dragged off to the Lubyanka to be hung from their toenails or something for wasting his time. Then again, I’ve been around to the modern Lubyanka, several times, and apparently they don’t do that sort of ghastly nonsense anymore.
Or, y’know, so they’d like us to believe.
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Of late, I’ve taken to watching snooker – or at least, watching Ronnie O’Sullivan playing snooker:
I must confess that I do not understand the first damned thing about snooker, but boy is he entertaining to watch.
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It would appear that the STAR WARS franchise is now well on its way toward financial ruin and ultimate irrelevance:
I say, let the past die – all of it. Let the entire franchise crash and burn. I am heartily sick of seeing the STAR WARS franchise being turned into foul and noxious imitations of the stories about titanic battles between good and evil that I grew up with.
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Related – what would the original STAR WARS have looked like if Luke Skywalker was turned into a Marty Stu, the same way that MaREY Sue was for The Force Awakens?
It would look like this:
And there would never have been any STAR WARS franchise, because that movie would have been a spectacular box office bomb.
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Coach Ramsey explains the critical difference between the straight right punch, and the much more devastating true counterpunch known as the right cross:
I can personally confirm that the right cross is, indeed, one of the most devastating counters you can eat. I don’t consider it the most devastating, because I have absorbed a nasty liver shot when my opponent – the Grandmaster of my school, actually – slipped under my straight right and hit me nearly hard enough to turn my liver into pate.
It is also possible to counter a jab by slipping to the outside and delivering a hard uppercut straight to the exposed chin of your opponent. If delivered with the right timing and power, that is a knockout punch.
Watch what happened when Francis Ngannou delivered exactly such an uppercut against Alistair Overeem:
Admittedly, Ngannou slipped inside against what was in hindsight a rather sloppy looping punch on Overeem’s part that left his chin wide open. But the basic principle is exactly the same.
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Woman Didn’t Know Progress On Toxic Masculinity Would Turn Boyfriend Into Such A Weepy Little Pansy
APPLETON, WI—Expressing disbelief at her romantic partner’s dramatic behavioral shift, local woman Emily Kittleson, 30, told reporters Friday that she had not expected her boyfriend’s attempts to recognize and curtail toxic masculinity would eventually turn him into a “weepy little pansy.” “Christ, I know the dope is trying to be conscious of the effects of his words and actions and to be more open and honest with his emotions, but there’s got to be a limit,” said Kittleson of her boyfriend Shane Magnusen, 31, whose efforts to reject toxic masculinity have begun to irritate her as she claims he has evolved into “a fragile fucking flower about everything” in recent weeks. “Of course I’m happy for social progress and all, but this ineffectual shit is not what I signed up for. Instead of suppressing his emotions about major issues in his life, he cries at sad commercials. Our fights used to be him screaming at me for a few minutes and that was it, not great but not terrible. Then last night we get into an argument that somehow turns into me nodding and making comforting noises while he talks about his strained relationship with his dad until well after midnight. Like, come on, I don’t have time to indulge this self-centered crap.” Kittleson was also compelled to interrupt her statements twice, groaning and rolling her eyes while responding to text messages from Shane regarding their couples’ therapy appointments later that week.
I know it’s The Onion, but these days, it’s difficult to tell satire from real life.
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BuzzFeed, that failing pile of cancerous garbage, thought that they had the God-Emperor of Mankind dead to rights with a collusion charge earlier this week. They thought that this time, they had him, for sure, caught with his hand in the cookie jar and lined up beautifully for impeachment proceedings, when he allegedly ordered his former attorney, (((Michael Cohen))), to lie under oath.
Just one teeny tiny itsy bitsy little wee problem there, fellas:
It was all fake news. ALL of it.
The media ended up looking like a bunch of utterly inept morons in front of the entire world, and the President of the United States looks stronger and better than ever.
Truly, he is the great God-Emperor.
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Pictures from Power Line and other places:
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Dog of the week – Irish Setter:
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Gym idiots time, unfortunately:
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And now here is a truly legendary, and very sadly deceased, gym beast to take your mind off of those horrors:
Jon Pall Sigmarsson was a true Viking berserker. All you have to do is watch videos of his performances at the WSM championships to see that this was a man who simply would not accept defeat, and would happily have died to achieve his goals.
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What’s that you say? You want more gym beasts doing beastly things?
Oh, all right then:
To answer your unspoken question – no, I don’t have the first clue how the hell mere mortal men lift weights like that. These guys are moving over FOUR HUNDRED POUNDS over their heads, from a completely stationary position.
I can barely deadlift as much as Lasha Talakhadze can snatch. And, by the way, if you want to see a demigod among men lift, skip ahead to about 31:30 in that video to watch him do his thing. My jaw hit the floor and simply stayed stuck there.
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While we are on the subject of great legends of sport – take a look at what Ernesto Hoost was capable of doing in his kickboxing prime:
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#TheMetallian
Not a real big fan of BATTLE BEAST anymore, it must be said. I thought that their eponymous second album was really good – their discography is a bit confusing due to the lineup changes that they have undergone over the past 15 years – but ever since then, and since the departure of guitarist and main songwriter Anton Kabanen, they have gone a long way downhill.
These guys, on the other hand, are really pretty damned good:
I found them via a recommendation from reader MC back at the end of 2018. They are an interesting band – classic heavy metal mixed in with Maori war chants.
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One more clip here before we get to the Instathot – this one is to commemorate the 140th anniversary Siege of Rorke’s Drift, one of the finest moments in the long and storied history of the British Army, which comes up tomorrow:
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And now for the Instathot – her name is Michaela, she’s from Slovakia, and up until today, pretty much nobody had a clue who she is:
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2 Comments
I know it's The Onion, but these days, it's difficult to tell satire from real life.
The irony is that she's pissed about all to stereotypically women's behavior in the west. Someone at the onion managed to project their inner woman for the sake of comedy
1) If you haven't seen it, Leo's cover of "Hello" is pretty good.
2) That last gym fail was EPIC. I haven't spit coffee like that in awhile.