As LRFotS Odnams Razor pointed out in a comment today on another poast, the hot-thot for the day was in development, though I was rather held up due to going a long way off my usual track for a skiing session. (Long story.) However, all plans of poasting went promptly OUT THE WINDOW when I watched the epic video of His Most Illustrious, Noble, August, Benevolent, and Legendary Celestial Majesty, the God-Emperor of Mankind, Donaldus Triumphus Magnus Astra, the First of His Name, the Lion of Midnight, may the Lord bless him and preserve him, basically FLAYING ALIVE the Narcofuehrer of Ukraine.
If you have not seen the video yet, you need to do so immediately. (My apologies for inflicting the Whore Street Journal on you.)
This is 10 minutes of the most epic television you will ever see. It was STUNNING.
I will have a longer write-up about it at some point tomorrow (I hope). This deserves some unpacking. All I can say, though, is that the last month and a half of watching the God-Emperor doing his best impression of a Mafia Don, has been simply incredible.
Don Trumponi has been a force of nature. God-Emperor 2.0 has accomplished more in 6 weeks, than most Presidents accomplish in EIGHT YEARS. I am genuinely stunned and amazed by how effective he has been.
And in that video, he basically shattered Ukraine’s hopes for any kind of favourable outcome in the 404 War. The Donald just put Bellendsky right back in his box and shrank him down to the size of about a pea, before kicking him out of the White House.
Truly, gentlemen, we live in amazing times.
Anyway, more of that tomorrow. For now, let us just sit back, get the popcorn, and enjoy the greatest TV show of all time.
On to this week’s lovely lady. This here is Eve Dumon, age 30 from Baguetteland. Now, normally, we think all things French should be kept quarantined and as far away as possible from civilised countries. Their women have hairy armpits, they smell of garlic, they insist on carrying onions everywhere, they are insufferably and unjustifiably arrogant, and their capital city is full of rats and stinks of urine.
Not to mention, of course, that every Friday afternoon, large parts of it basically turn into Islamabad.
That being said… we can make an exception, on occasion, even for the stupid cheese-eating surrender monkeys. And Ms Dumon here, who is apparently a model and a businesswoman at the same time, is good reason for an exception – she was studying neuropsychology before she took up modelling, apparently.
Happy Friday, boys. Try to see if you can make the world stand still for a moment, because it’s spinning REALLY DAMNED FAST.
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well i guess we have to balance the contribution of the French kiss against the decrement of the Euro fascination with invading Russia in winter.
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thanks a LOT, Napoleon.
I must draw the line somewhere, you need an intervention Didact…resorting to the FRENCH? The only way to exorcise the French devil from your body is a new world exorcism, called the Viewing of the Mexican Weather Girls. Your exorcist today will be Yanet Garcia, a most welcome antidote to anything French.
Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJGC6Oar-uc
Ah yes, I remember her. She featured prominently in one of the Great Mondaydact Browser Killers from a while. Very PNEUMATIC, that one.
As for me, personally… I tend to be more in favour of this sort of thing. But that’s me.
Damn fine thot
I’ve got plenty of Frog heritage through no fault of my own, so I approve of this week’s thot. 🙂