Sunday, July 27, 2025

Profound Retardation: Still A Thing

 h/t WRSA

Link to Ima Retard's site at the OP.
















Life Is Hard.

It's Harder When You're A Fucking Retard.

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

But let's grant the retarded premise, to illustrate the magnitude of retardation in play here, and the dearth of IQ points behind it.

So, for this to be anything but fever dreams of the insane, we'll just admit that literally millions of pilots have been in on this scheme since the first high-altitude aircraft, like for example the B-17, first flew. Every single one of them, who of course went on to become jet air transport pilots after WW2, along with millions of never-military civilian pilots, first officers, and flight engineers.

All in on the plot.

And all those millions of A&P mechanics, who never spilled the beans.

The engineers who snuck giant chemical tanks onto every aircraft. Hundreds of thousands of them, at companies like McDonnell, Douglas, Boeing, Lockheed, etc. All the people who built the tanks and installed them, along with the spray apparatus. In 100 other countries too.

Then there are the millions of people at hundreds of airports for decades and decades, dutifully filling those tanks at every airport all over the country. The guys who trucked in the chemtrail chemicals, every single day and night.

The guys who designed the chemtrail dispersal systems, and the guys who maintain them 24/7/365.

And not just the drivers who deliver the chemicals, but everyone at all the companies that make them, since ever, dear little retard.

Literally tens of millions of people who service this vast conspiracy, since the first contrails were discovered by flying at altitude, back in the 1930s.

And no one uttered a peep of confirmation, until our intrepid retard single-handedly cracked the case, aided and abetted by a second-grade dropout's misunderstanding of science, held by both the author of this piece of codswallop, and of course, ostensibly, by legendary scientific soopergenius RFKJr hisownself.

Yup, you cracked the case from your mom's basement, after legions of happy internet fucktards tried and failed.

In the words of Dr. Evil:

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.

Dear Internet Chemtrail Fucktards:

A little Science 101 for ya.

When you combust C(x)H(x)O(x), you get two byproducts, Every. Single. Time.

CO2, and H2O.

And by this barely-understood phenomenon, when H2O escapes as the byproduct of combustion, at altitude, where temperatures are less than 32° F., the water vapor makes this amazing and seldom-found item in nature called ICE.

Usually as crystals, blasted out by the ton, from any combustion engine on a high-flying airplane.

Which make condensation trails ("contrails", numbnuts, not "chemtrails").

Which even dumbfuck high-school dropout flight crew on B-17s could understand in the 1930s and 1940s, before Common Core became the norm for misleading gullible idiot children into thinking basic chemistry was a vast plot to poison the country.

So to anyone to whom this all is news, kindly grow another two or three dozen IQ points to get your chin above the "moron" line, and STFU until you do.

It's embarrassing to have to kick the retards, but sometimes, it's the only way to break the ground circuit when they're peeing on the electric fence. Again.

Word to your mother: Goddamned fetal-alcohol syndrome lead-paint-chip chewing retards on the internet are not a substitute for actual brains, to the same degree that shit is not either, for those who never knew that.

It's actually a slam on the entire species to have to point this out to some people. Please, stop living up to everyone's expectations of the internet.

And while we're up: throw away the tooth under your pillow. The Tooth Fairy isn't coming, since your mommy died, so no more quarters will be forthcoming. Someone had to tell you.

Hilarity Ensues

No, really.

Sunday Music: At The End Of The Line


 Number 63 hit from 1988 supergroup The Travelling Wilburys. Still a great cut nearly 40 years later, though sadly Roy Orbison, George Harrison, and Tom Petty have all reached the end of the line, and only Bob Dylan and Jeff Lynne remain with us.

Tuesday, July 22, 2025

I'm Just Gonna Put This Out There

Absolutely no points for guessing how I know this to be true.
























When you either start reading stories about people on passing vessels (canoes, steamboats, etc.) getting nailed from shore, or boba fights erupting in food venues, and those food items suddenly disappear from the menu overnight, I want it known I have no involvement whatsoever in any aspect of that.

Rule 34, for example, says that if it exists, there's porn of it.
Rule 1 says that if you invent it, humanity will weaponize it in about 2 seconds.
(If you have any doubts about that, ask Abel about why his brother Cain was carrying that rock.)

I think Rule 1 is now in play.
You heard it here first.
YMMV.

Sunday, July 20, 2025

Sunday Music - I'd Really Love To See You Tonight

 


England Dan (Dan Seals) and John Ford Coley's easy listening hit from May 1976 that went to #2 in the U.S.

Saturday, July 19, 2025

Total Number Of Prosecutions Of Any Of Them To Date: ZERO

 h/t WRSA

What you ordered was a real DoJ.
What you got was the Fuckup Fairies.

Never Missing An Opportunity To Miss An Opportunity
















In Bob Iger's continuing quest to completely assassinate any vestige of Walt Disney's original vision for the company which bears his name, comes this latest abortion, delivered like a turd on a platter on the 70th anniversary of Disneyland.

As you can see at a glance the animatronic that was supposed to blow people away was instead blown out of someone's ass. Frankly, we look more like Walt than this monstrosity.

It certainly looks like someone, in all fairness.
The leading online opinion at the moment is Mike Lindell, selling My Pillow.
Personally, we think it to be closest to the illegitimate love child of Tom Hanks, looking nothing like Walt either in Saving Mr. Banks,


















and Martin Short after being stung by a bee in Pure Luck:


















In any event, we're almost certain Disney Inc. hired Stevie Wonder to sculpt this head, and other than looking absolutely nothing like the man it's intended to portray, it's just great, as any sewage-swilling Disneycorp butt-smootcher's blog or vlog will confirm for you.

A test of their honesty in reviewing this disasterpiece, i.e. their willingness to tell you the Emperor's Invisible Clothes look terrific instead of bemoan his nakedness is the acid test of their reliability, or a confirmation of their utter toadie status.

Disney Inc. only had 59 years to get something like this right, and getting it this wrong is inexplicable, given the plethora of pictures of the actual man in the corporation going back to 100 years ago, other than assuming this bastardization was entirely deliberate, as everything the current company stands for literally hates everything Walt Disney stood for, to the point of foisting this horrible caricature of him on the public, even despite the strenuous objections of his immediate surviving family.

I can only say, having seen the monster, that the family knows when they're being shat upon by the current regime, and nothing else explains why, when they only had one job here, they screwed the pooch so hard, it will never walk straight again, and probably needs to be put down out of mercy.

The kindest honest thing I've read about this...thing...is an earnest thanks they didn't make him a black female lesbian. Celebrate Crappy.

No matter how much you hate the company that Disney Inc. has become, you simply don't hate them enough.

Sunday, July 13, 2025

DOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!!

This Is How History Repeats Itself

Redacted White House press release:
"No one who's on Epstein's client list cares about Epstein."

Sunday Music: Criminal

 


One-hit wonder Fiona Apple's fifteen minutes of fame from 1997, providing her with a #21 hit and the first of three Grammys, along with her first and last moments of actual commercial success, boosted in no small part by this video that played in heavy MTV rotation, back when the channel actually played music videos. Dedicated today to the entire current Department of Justice, from the top down.

Getting History Right The Second Time Around

Dallas police officers rush Oswald to hospital moments after he swallowed poison.
Unfortunately, he died within minutes by his own hand.

Saturday, July 12, 2025

Friday, July 11, 2025

Product Announcement

h/t Angus McThag

Commit to the comedy.

























SiG Arms: Damned if they do, damned if they don't.
If they don't pull it, hails of derisive laughter from the gun community.
If they do pull it, a legion of ambulance-chasing shysters with lawsuits in their hands.
I say they should simply admit to the obvious, and commit to the comedy.

Regardless, it's sad. I own some of their products, but not the 320 180.
It's always unfortunate when the best engineering minds drop an Edsel.

Wednesday, July 9, 2025

Monday, July 7, 2025

FIFY

h/t WRSA

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight...

"The greatest vexation with communism was not the intricate
cleverness of the lies, but rather their ham-fisted clumsiness,
 which would insult the intelligence of a child or a simpleton,
and their endless repetition coerced by those in charge."

Sunday, July 6, 2025

Sunday Music: Watching The Wheels

 


Number 10 hit release from March 1981, released three months after John Lennon's death, and six months after he'd celebrated his 40th birthday.

Tuesday, July 1, 2025

Another Myth-tery Solved

 h/t 19th Ward Chicago


So it wasn't until Evita Castro-Peron struck out on her own, after growing up in Upper Whitebread, and then graduating with an econ degree from Boston U., that she couldn't make a living as anything more than a bartender in the Bronx. She's from the Bronx like Obozo is from Hawaii. Another lying carpetbagger Democrat. Color me shocked!

Scratch an entitled rich brat with delusions of grandeur, and you'll find another communist.