Teh Squeaky Wheel
"I see another “bombshell” “game-changer” “pivotal moment” “changes everything” “Trump is done” moment has occurred courtesy of John Bolton. Odd, the timing of this, but there you go."
Caturday greetings, GN.
My heart goes out to the people of Paris. (Perhaps I’m losing my edge; I can’t bring myself to be blackly snarky about the attacks this morning. This doesn’t mean I’m not furiously angry.)
To hell with the politicians world-wide who let masses of anti-western scum into their countries…and the morons who support them.
Per Fox, they’re beginning to arrive in New Orleans.
Glad LambiePieK and I weren’t planning to attend Mardis Gras next year.
Well…I’d do the blonde girl. Just sayin’.
I suppose there’s something to be said for “hate fvcking”. 😉
Beyond that, I got nothing.
Happy Caturday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa and Sven!
Over the last few days I’ve read that Germans were forming a human chain to block part of their border, Hungary was installing concertina across their border, and even Sweden was implementing immigration controls. I betting even more citizens (if not politicians) will come to the realization that unfettered immigration of populations that don’t want to assimilate and hold views that are antithetical to a free and open society is something that must come to an end.
The unfettered immigration of anti-western people ought not have ever started in the first place.
(It particularly irks me, given what Dad, his two sisters and mother had to go through to get here. Dad needed, in part, to have a sponsor who would ensure he’d not be a tax leech; he had to do the same for my aunts and grandmother.)
I remember when the first flood of refugees from Vietnam poured in. They were placed in encampments on military bases while they were processed (identity, security, health, etc.). In order to leave, you had to be sponsored or have the financial resources to not be a tax leech. My church sponsored one family. Someone had a house they could live in, rent starting at zero and increasing as the family was able to afford it. Food, clothing, and household goods were supplied. Help with job placement, schools, and learning English were provided by our congregation, not the government.
We had a somewhat better grade of politicians when the Vietnamese started arriving. (Nor did those immigrants have an entitlement mentality.)
Per Alinsky’s Rule 5:
When I first saw that image, my brain started playing “Pop Goes The Weasel”…with a big, bright fusion-y “pop” at the end. 👿
The wine and cheese open house for the neighbors (my parents’ house) went well. There were lots of favorable comments. A regular open house is scheduled for today.
I thought I’d share a few pictures from the listing:
It’s definitely not our style, but it is what is popular.
Looks nice and clean, Paddy.
It’s definitely the best the place has ever looked! Anytime Mrs. Paddy and I tried to fix up the place, my Mom resisted. After a while, you just give up.
A musical interlude:
In the twilight’s last gleaming
This is open season
But you won’t get too far
Cause you gotta blame someone
For your own confusion
We’re on guard this time
Against your final solution