Grunthos the Flatulent

I try. Not to think. About that.

Rudolph Hess *was* a doofus. How else to explain him flying solo in 1941 to Britain believing he could broker a peace deal?

“Land of the free” my spotty arse.

I read that as “Twisted MAGA shitheads…” and it changed nothing.

(Correction printed at the bottom of D27. “The Times regrets getting called out.”)

“I was only following orders. I didn’t issue them.”

“I only gave the orders. I didn’t create the policy.”

“I only devised the policy. I didn’t implement it.”

If they must alliterate, they can just take off the figleaf and put “American Auschwitz” on the fucking sign.

Think of it as a vaccination.

I’m pronouncing it “dodgy” and you can’t make me change my mind.

TIBTL (Today I Bothered To Learn) that the “t” in “argot” is silent. I should have looked it up an eternity ago.

There are peasants with pickaxes in New Zealand, and I’m pretty sure building a guillotine doesn’t fall entirely outside our - beg pardon, THEIR - skillset.

The elephant in the room just shat the bed.

Nobody who composed an “Enemies List” has ever been on the right side of history. That is all.

But where are the Teletubbies?

They write for the Wall Street Journal.

There’s too much at stake.

“Politics is the art of the possible, the attainable — the art of the next best.” - Otto von Bismarck

Why isn’t he curled up in a fetal position. Not good enough.

Ahh, the French Republican calendar. Thermidor, Fructidor, Humidor, Cuspidor, Slidingdor…

Digital building directory display with an access request popup “Lola requests Sound Share to your TV. Do you want to accept the request?”

Closeup of the popup from the previous image.

I spotted this cautionary tale about wireless technologies yesterday.