Merry Christmas To All

Justice Delayed Is Justice Denied - Change My Mind

If that's too harsh, and not carbon-neutral, I would happily allow freeze-drying
him alive, and shipping his flavor crystals back to Guatemala for reconstitution.
Make Deportation Great Again.

 

Knocking On Hell's Gates

Sunday Music: Ring Of Fire

 

Johnny Cash's #1 Country and Top Twenty Billboard hit from 1963, named by Rolling Stone as the greatest country song of all time. Originally written by June Carter, who eventually became his wife.

iHeart Radio Retards

This is small potatoes, but we keep hearing the same ad for one of the channels of iHeart radio on several conservative talk stations hereabouts, and it's like fingernails on a chalkboard every time they play it.

For the ad in question, the copy reader they have (sounds like Rich Marotta, formerly a KFI radio sports guy) tells you earnestly that Shirley Bassey nailed the soundtrack for 1971's Goldfinger with the title track: Diamonds Are Forever.

> Blinks. SMH. <

Layers and layers of editors. The entire internet at your fingertips, mouseclicks away. Presumptively, at least a high school diploma (albeit probably a Common Core education).

Which last is how the embarassingly dopey announcer reading that commercial, the brainless fucktard who wrote it, and whatever 80-IQ editor/producer OK'ed it, all stomped all over their own dicks with cleats on, because 

1) Goldfinger was released in 1964.

2) The theme, unsurprisingly, was titled "Goldfinger".

3) Diamonds Are Forever was released in 1971.

4) Again, in another remarkable coincidence, the theme was called "Diamonds Are Forever".

So in the entire ad, the only thing they got right was that the singer of the theme (for either flick) was Shirley Bassey (which is true in both cases, and also for Moonraker), marking the only time the producers of the James Bond films gave someone any second or third title songs in the entire history of cinematic Bond flicks, some 27 in total to date.

We fully realize that to the millennial generation, anything that happened before the year 2000 is conflated in a gelatinous glob in some dark recess of their memory along with trench warfare, cuneiform writing on clay tablets, and dinosaurs, in a mental junk drawer category in their heads called "all that boring shit I never learned and will never need to know", but this is recockulous overachievement of gross stupidity in public that usually requires a senile House Speaker or faux president to pull off so effortlessly. Doubly so for a guy who worked for decades in radio in the only city in America where the number one industrial product is movies, followed closely by music production.

We mention this because it could have been looked up by any earnest midwit, at any point prior to getting aired, and corrected, but in their haste to try and get you to listen to their internet radio streaming service (and thus, their advertisers' copy) they forgot to use the internet themselves, and find out how roundly they'd fucked up that commercial from beginning to end.

And they've run the ad hundreds of times, and keep running it, because they're too stupid to know what they don't know.

Maybe we're crazy, but we think if you're going to pimp your streaming radio, and spew factoids about one of the most successful and popular film franchises in human history, we would suspect doing so by f**king it up by the numbers, with your head firmly clenched between your nethers, probably isn't the brightest way to tout what a great and informative music service you're running.

And it's running on radio stations that would like you to believe they get the important details about politics right. Pay no attention to our advertising copy though.

Maybe someone could get word to either Rich Marotta, iHeart, or the remains of the EIB network, and suggest they all take their feet off their junk?

There's Going To Be So Much Winning, You're Going To Get Tired Of Winning...

 ABC agrees to eat shit, pay Trump $16M, kiss his ass publicly, and apologize for lying about him

Next up? Well, hopefully, Trump's lawyers sue the coven over at The Spew.

Any settlement with them should include the requirement that at the beginning of every show for the next four years, they have to stand, face toward Washington D.C., place their right hands over their shriveled little hearts, and say "Hail President Trump The Magnificent! May he Make America Great Again!"

If Court TV puts the trial on pay-per-view, they could earn enough money to buy CNN and MSNBC, with change left over.

Sunday Music: The Look Of Love

 

Top 20 hit single for ABC in 1982, and about as classic a song from the 80s as you can get.

Huzzah

The 800 Pound Canary In The Coal Mine

Pardons be damned. Prosecute every one of the bastards anyways, down to the lowest level, and force them to prove their innocence, or proof of clemency, in court, after paying lawyers $1000/hr. Even if they've got pardons, they can all be compelled to testify fully and truthfully about every single crime they committed, or face fresh perjury charges which those pardons don't cover. Get their serial felonies on the public record, on national TV, 24/7. That will end any do-overs down the road, for thousands of them. And invariably, it'll turn up new co-conspirators not covered by pardons, who can - and should - be prosecuted to the hilt. Make the J6 Witch hunt look like a church egg toss. Make Retribution Great Again!

If nothing like that happens, it's all One Big Con, and the entire country is the mark.

Write that on your hand with a Sharpie, lest ye forget.

And bear well in mind, that's only taking cognizance of the current national political climate. The time may be far shorter than that. Remember that the incoming president is 78 years old, and 78 year-olds, even healthy ones, drop dead all the time, for every reason under the sun, including none at all besides random happenstance.

That's also not looking at geopolitical, economic, or eleventy other Swords Of Damocles hanging over humanity's head already. The whacktards they conned into pulling their own pants down on Doomsday Preppers were always only concerned about one ridiculous and highly improbable scenario, like being overrun by zombie Bigfoot hordes, or somesuch far-fetched idiocy. Real life isn't Retard TV plots. Actual preppers are concerned about every single real-life pear-shaped possibility. That's the difference between prudence, and psychotic delusion.

The beauty of being any kind of prepared is that there's a 95% crossover in terms of what you need to have in place, for any one apocalyptically bad day, as compared to any other one. It's the same eight to twelve main things, over and over. That's always been true.

Time flies. So get right, or get left.

But hope for hangings in batches in Lafayette Park, across from the White House. It doesn't cost you anything, and it's a consummation devoutly to be wished. Plus, whether it happens, or doesn't, you'll soon know exactly where you stand in the grand scheme. And full shelves and ammo cans will always gladden your heart, and make up for a host of empty promises.

Totally Not A Lunatic Megalomaniac

This is totally the sane and rational behavior of a wise leader seeking
his country's own enlightened best interest, rather than the insane
ravings of a certifiable fruitcake who'd prefer to blow everyone to ashes,
including himself, instead of admitting he fucked up colossally, and retreating.

Word to your mother: Every time Vladpoleon does this (and he's done it about every month since the Russians invaded the Ukraine - for the fourth time since 1991 - in February of 2022), and you run to and fro about it, you aren't making the case for him, you're making the case that the West still hasn't done enough to stop him.

You RFP types get that...don't you?!?

Bummer for you, but you picked your side of the argument freely and uncoerced. It's not our fault that your sociopathic pick for Statesman Of The Century keeps kicking own goals and frothing at the mouth. Reality is a pisser like that sometimes.

{Logic 101 Pro Tip: Pointing out that Ukraine is a kleptocracy (and the U.S. is what? Show all work), or that Gropey Dopey Joe is senile, or just playing the JOOOOOOOOOOS! Card, does Jack and Shit for making your case. Make a counter-argument on the merits - as if you have any - or continue to explore the recesses of your own lower digestive tracts with your heads, from the inside. Defaulters will be ignored, or mocked mercilessly, purely on a whim.}

Someday, The Penny Will Drop...

There's nothing wrong with vaccines per se, polio, smallpox, and tetanus being just a few shining examples.

As long as we understand first to last that nobody jabbed with any of the Death Vaxxes developed for COVID got any such thing.

"Heads On Pikes!"

 h/t OddJob

You simply cannot hate the media enough.

"Heads On Pikes!" should become a national rallying cry, and ground reality in 50 states and 7 territories, until they live in mortal terror of discovery from coast to coast. They should be stoned, tarred and feathered with actual scalding hot tar, beaten mercilessly, and on many occasions, simply hung where they are found without relent or remorse.

If anyone thinks the comments after the death of the United Healthcare CEO were icily harsh, imagine the accolades that would be heaped on the first guy to take out a Communist News Network anchor, or run the coven on The Spew over a cliff. "What is the frequency, Kenneth?" parties should become a daily event. The nightly news should start to look like interviews with American aviators shot down over Baghdad in 1991.

It couldn't happen to a more deserving bunch of visigoths, and they have done more to corrode the republic than any other group, in a feat that cries to the heavens for unrelenting justified retribution. At least when cows crap on everything, we get fertilizer. The only way to get fertilizer from the media is to grind them up and sprinkle their remains on the fields.

Challenge accepted.

In For A Penny, In For 77 Grains

Sunday Music: Comfortably Numb

 

Irish posting a screaming cover of the solos on this track reminded me that it was time to add it to the collection, as one of the greatest singles from Pink Floyd's 23X platinum 1979 album, The Wall.

Sunday Music: Heart And Soul

 In the summer of 1983, this song was the first single released from Huey Lewis and the News' album Sports. It wasn't an original, or even the first cover, but the second in two years, of a song that hadn't even cracked the Hot 100. But this version killed, shot to #8, and was even nominated for a Best Song Grammy, paving the way for a string of hits for this group, helped in no small part by the music video, shown in the header.