That's it, right there... the extent of fucks I have to give in reference to the ongoing panic porn propaganda. And I snort with total derision at Jolly Ned and the rest of the state's healthcare Nazis stating the only way to survive it is to be jabbed and boostered.
So they get the same response from me I usually reserve for 2nd Amendment issues:
NO. Your move.
Opening arguments today in the trial of sex slave/assault victim wrangler Ghislaine Maxwell. My prediction?
Jeffery Epstein will not testify.
If you have access to Disney+, and are even remotely a fan of The Beatles, you gotta watch this 3 part series. My wife and I just finished the final part, culminating in just under 8 hours in total. We watched it Friday, Saturday, and this evening. This will not be a detailed review, you can find plenty of those elsewhere on line.
The only real downsides... and the worst of all, having to see and hear so much Yoko. I know she's part of the story, but I could do without her annoying constant presence, hanging all over John, and that screeching noise incorrectly referred to as "singing." There is also quite a bit of footage of Linda Eastman (McCartney), Maureen Starkey, and Pattie Harrison. Some of the studio meetings tended to drag on, too. But, oh the music! They played all kinds of music and non-Beatle songs while rehearsing or just jamming. There was also songs that seemingly came out of nowhere and became huge hits. Harrison's "I Me Mine," McCartney's "Get Back" and "Let It Be," and the Lennon/McCartney "I've Got A Feeling." You get to watch these songs go from being chords and riffs and a couple of sentences of lyrics, to the songs we know today. I was also glad to see so much about the "5th Beatle," Billy Preston. I was amazed at how much younger he was than the Fab Four. But man, could he play! He has a lot of keyboard work on the Let It Be album. And it happened quite by accident.
The series culminates with the rooftop session at Apple Records. Not to spoil it, but it was way more than just "Get Back" and the snippets of movie footage we have all seen. There were lots of cameras rolling, from many angles, other rooftops, as well as down on the street where they interviewed many people in the crowds. One spoiler though... The cops came due to noise complaints. The interactions with the Bobbies was amusing as the production and office personnel stalled them as long as they could. The other thing was, this was January 1969 in London, and it was blustery. There was one point between songs Lennon was trying to warm his hands. I can only imagine how cold and raw it must have felt.
So yeah, I know. Virtue signalling COVID compliant shit-ass Disney. And Lennon was a total Commie. But... I get Disney+ for free courtesy of my daughter (I trade her access to some of my DISH channels). And Lennon was a fantastic musician that's been dead 41 years now, so he's being a good commie.
This morning was my 07:00 appointment at Quest Diagnostics for the Chi-Com Flu antibody test my doctor reluctantly ordered for me at my request. THIS is what we woke up to this morning.
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| An inch of fresh snow everywhere |
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| The view down my driveway from a toasty warm cab. You wanna take a bike down that? NOPE! |
The lab is about 20 minutes away and I got right in and right out. The sign on the door said face diapers were required. I went in wearing an N95 that virtue signals to people that I don't care about them, I care about ME! I did not see a GFDZ (Gun-Free Death Zone) sign. The test starts with a Chi-Com Flu nasal swab test (my very first one). I complete that and she says, "All set, thank you." I remind her this is an antibody test, I thought there was a blood draw? Oops... nothing like not reading the lab request form. She takes my blood and I am out. Oh yeah, the M&P 45 Shield remained on my right hip concealed the entire time. Since a large grocery store was near the lab, I took back my returnable glass bottles since I knew no one would be hogging up the machines. Now I just need to get rid of the plastic bottles and aluminum cans. Stupid fucking bottle bill!*
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| Headed home up my road. Recent tires on the truck made for fine traction on untreated roads. |
I was talking to the town DPW maintenance guy last week. He said not one of their trucks were ready to go for plowing or sanding. The monkeys that work there absolutely beat the shit out of the equipment faster than he can repair it, and parts are getting tough to get when they really break something. I hear grumblings from people around town that if they had the authority, they would fire every one of them motherfuckers and make them reapply for their jobs. The only one that would probably get rehired is the equipment maintenance guy.
*The Kommiecticut bottle bill has been around forever. State government will say it is to promote recycling... I CALL BULLSHIT! They make returning cans and bottles for your deposit purposely a pain in the ass, in the hopes YOU WILL NOT RECYCLE and the deposit money goes into state coffers. Just like not playing the lottery (a suckers tax), I refuse to give them one more penny than they can otherwise confiscate. The bottle bill is taxation on the lazy.
I dug Gina Carano from the first "Dead Pool" movie where she played Francis' muscle Angel Dust. At the site of the scrapping of an aircraft carrier (Francis' hideout) she battles good guy X-Man Colossus, giving him quite the run for his money. Next thing I saw her in was The Mandalorian series on Disney+ as Cara Dune. They booted her off the series because they did not like some of her content on social media... boo hoo hoo little snowflake fucks. One of the things that pissed off the SJW crowd was when asked about her pronouns, she put "Boop/Bop/Beep" in her profile because she felt announcing pronouns were nonsense. Thanks to her inspiration, Boop/Bop/Beep is exactly what I use as well.
So how you like this, assholes?
She still has her Twitter account. For now.