Easter Sunday Music: Jesus Has Risen

Humor Is Timeless

 h/t CW

And generally, about 10 years old.

'Bout Time To Change The Name To Flop & Drool

 h/t Mike

The concert t-shirts have attached bibs, and the whole thing ties on in back. When the tours are sponsored by Depends™ and AARP, it's almost time to stick a fork in it. I'm thinking that the guys who died in plane crashes years ago were the lucky ones.

Even A Broken Communist Is Right Twice A Day

Take Notes

h/t Briggs

Happy Anniversary

Exactly 80 years ago tonight, 600 POWs accomplished one of the most daring prison breaks in history, tunneling and blitzing 76 men out of Stalag Luft III.

Do as you like, but I know what's showing on the tube hereabouts tonight.

Sunday Music: Fat Bottomed Girls

 

Because they make the rockin' world go 'round.

FAFO

Oh, boo frickin' hoo. Shoulda been done 50 years ago.
With flamethrowers.

This, right here. Angus nails it in one take.

This is "Don't start nothin', won't be nothin'." when the volume is turned up to 11 on the geopolitical stage.

And for the Fucktards out there (you know who you are), this isn't "genocide", nor even anything remotely close to that. Words mean things.

To date, there appears to be no shortage of murdering Arabs on the planet, nor will there be even if every Egyptian Arab inhabitant of Gaza is erased from the planet in perpetuity. More's the pity.

What you're looking at is not genocide, it's consequences. Gravity, working.

You're getting to see what the Third Punic War looked like, and the reason Rome never fought a Fourth Punic War.

The Carthaginians behaved ever afterwards, because most of them were busy rotting in peace.

Gaza delenda est has quite a nice ring to it. Nota bene  how quiet and circumspectly well-behaved the Jordanian Arabs in the West Bank have suddenly become since last October. Pure coincidence, undoubtedly.

Perhaps it will catch on every time another group of goat-humpers thinks they're going to murder their way to Paradise.

The idiots who cheered on and elected Hamas to lead them, and passed out candy every time they killed another innocent victim anywhere on the planet, are now finding out, in exquisite detail, that 72 virgins or not, the fucking they'll get isn't worth the fucking they're getting.

Dulce et decorum est.

Related.

50% Score = F

FIFY

 h/t cw

As found:

Corrected:

Another One

He's Not Wrong

And speaking of thieving, only an Irishman could steal every scene he was in, in a movie about a famous Scot.

And just one more for the day:

Sunday Music: Carolina In My Mind

 

Some musical works are just instant classics, and further words are superfluous. This is one of those pieces.

Snortworthy!

 h/t Odd Job

I laughed until I cried.
From the pain in my sides.

If They'd Only Known Dept., Pt. II

 

No points for guessing how it's going to work out here,
as the Turd World streams into the country at
unchecked flood rates.

If They'd Only Known Dept.

h/t cw 

I almost hated to fool around with these classic posters. Almost. But I couldn't help but touch them up a bit, with some 20/20 hindsight.

Bitchy McCuntface, This Is Your 2024 Wake Up Call:

h/t Mike and divemedic

If the Leftards ever see actual violence, it will be as a slapping sensation in the forehead, followed by eternal darkness and silence, as their corpses crumple to the ground.

NTTAWWT

Narrative Whiplash

h/t WRSA

When somebody's bullshit narrative whips around on itself 180°, so fast that they first step on their junk with cleats hard enough to make it bleed, and then continue so rapidly that they run right up their own ass headfirst, they have suffered a catastrophic Narrative Whiplash.

Usually that kind of thing hurts:

Or at least, it ought to.

Some of the more obvious previous historical examples are things like "We had to destroy the village in order to save it", "Globull Warming/GlobullCooling/Climate Change/Weather", "White hispanic", and "We can't afford $4B to build a wall, but we can afford $200B to take care of an army of illegal aliens".

Occam's Razor says that when you sound crazier than a shithouse rat, and have to flop around like a live fish in a frying pan to try and contort delusion into reality, you're done, and it's best to just admit you were full of shit all along, fess up to being caught at it, and slither away without adding further embarrassment.

Today's A Good Day To Be Somewhere Else

With a forecast today for 71°, the sun will be shining, the birds out, and there's not a cloud in the sky. 

Feel free to amuse yourselves with the free ice cream from anyone on the blog list over on the right. We have a whole lot of nothing to be doing today, and none of it involves a keyboard anytime soon. Back when we feel like it, or everything closes for the day.

If It's Boeing, I'm Not Going

h/t cw