A Glibertarians Exclusive: Sweetheart, Part V
Waterloo, Iowa – August 1933
Mid-morning, on her third day of captivity. Maggie heard two voices outside the bedroom door. One was whiny, high-pitched for a man’s voice: “Do you really think they’ll repeal Prohibition? Because that will hurt us.”
“Shut up,” the other, deeper voice replied. “If it’s repealed, it’s repealed. Boss will figure out what to do next.”
Still at least two men, standing outside my door, Maggie realized. The old man really doesn’t want me going anywhere. Must be some big deal he’s hatched. Just goes to show, steal big enough and you’re above the law.
I hope Paul figures out what’s happened to me. I hope he can do something to get me out of here. Next time, I’ll make sure we get beyond Grandfather’s reach.
The door burst open. “Grandfather?” Maggie asked, startled by the sudden entry.
“Get dressed up. Nice and pretty. We’re going to meet your fiancé.”
***
Black Hawk County, Iowa – the previous afternoon
Now I know where to go.
There were advantages to working for a newspaper. Most of his colleagues had heard of the Gilliards. A couple of them knew where the ‘family’ home was, on a sprawling, run-down estate in Waterloo, about sixty miles away. Forewarned, Paul climbed into his Hudson that afternoon and set out, his old Army .45 stuck in his jacket pocket. He had toyed with the idea of stopping at a gun store he knew in Marshalltown; they had a 1928 Thompson submachine gun in the rack, but Paul had figured that was too obvious, and he couldn’t afford it in any case.
Right after pulling onto the state highway that led east to Waterloo, Paul was surprised to hear a sharp bang from one of his rear tires. The old Hudson immediately dragged to the right, so he guided it over to the side of the road and stopped.
He got out and walked around the auto. Sure enough, he thought. Must have hit a nail or something. How am I going to fix a flat with this leg? He reached down to where his leg ended and the prosthetic leg began, tapping idly on the straps that held it in place. Get the patch kit and tools out, then detach my leg? Might be easier…
He heard the rattle of an engine, growing closer. When he turned, an old Model A Ford was pulling off on the shoulder just behind the Hudson. A man got out, a small man in trousers, shirt and tie. His hands were work-roughened, but his eyes were sharp and intelligent behind round spectacles. “Need a hand?”
“I sure could,” Paul said. He rapped on his wooden leg. “Kind of hard with this leg.”
“The war?”
“Belleau Wood,” Paul agreed.
“Heh. Marine, eh? I joined up, too, in 1917. Army. Never got farther than Camp Johnson, down by Des Moines. Was on KP one day, the Colonel came in with some quail he had shot, asked if someone would cook them for a function he was hosting. He had to ask, see, as it was personal, not a duty thing. I said I’d cook ‘em, and he liked ‘em so much he kept me there as a cook for the duration. Anyway. Let’s have a look at that tire.”
Two young boys spilled out of the Ford. Paul guessed them at ten and twelve. A woman’s voice called from the Model A: “Neil? What is it?”
“Going to help this fellow fix his tire, Clara,” the small man – Neil – called back. “Won’t be a moment. Donald, Loren,” he said to the boys, “Get back in the car with your mother. I won’t be long.”
Thirty minutes later, the job was done. A patch on the inner tube did the trick. “I sure do thank you,” Paul said. The two men shook hands.
“All in a day’s work for me. I’m a mechanic. Been out west visiting my brother. You drive safe, now.”
Neil walked back to his Ford. Paul got back in the Hudson, started it up, and got going. A horseshoe nail, he reminded himself. Can’t remember the last time I saw a horseshoe nail. Then he thought for a moment and slapped the steering wheel. “Hah! That’s it! Just hope I can find a hardware store still open.”
He found one, in the little town of Dike, west of Cedar Falls. The owner of the small store was just locking the door when Paul rolled up, but a folded ten-dollar bill persuaded him to open it back up, and when Paul bought an entire twenty-pound keg of nails, his face broke out in a large grin. Paul loaded the nail keg in the back of the Hudson and drove on. I should get there well after dark, he thought. I’ll want to wait until late to make my move.
Paul parked in the small lot of a public park a few blocks away from the Gilliard mansion and waited, dozing, until an hour past midnight. He idled the Hudson carefully up to the road in front of the Billiard estate; as he suspected, there was one light on in an upstairs bedroom, and a light on over the front door. He didn’t see anyone standing outside on watch.
Amateurs, he thought bitterly.
He pulled the nail keg out of the back of the Hudson. There was a big garage on the rear of the property, and a big black Packard parked in the drive. Paul scattered nails around the Packard and in front of the garage, paying particular attention to getting them in front of and behind the Packard and away from the doors. Hopefully no one will see the nails in the dark until they run over them. Now – how do I get Maggie’s attention?
Then, a stroke of luck; a face appeared in the one window where a light was on. A feminine face: the light behind struck a coppery halo from her red hair.
Paul picked up a pebble and shied it at the window. The face looked down; then the window opened. A stage whisper: “Paul? Is that you?”
“It’s me. Can you be ready in five minutes?”
“I can. There’s a side door.” She pointed to the west side of the big house. “Meet me there. We’ll have to move fast, though!”
“Don’t worry about that.”
Paul stumped back to the Hudson, started it up, left the lights off. He ticked off the time on his watch.
When five minutes was up, he drove straight across the moth-eaten lawn to the side door. Maggie appeared throwing a small carpet bag and a leather briefcase into the back of the car. Leaping in the front seat next to Paul, she said “Go! Go!”
Paul hit the gas and let go of the clutch. As lights came on in the mansion, the Hudson dug two grooves in the yard of the big house as he ran across the lawn to the street, turning right and heading for the highway.
“They’ll be following us,” Maggie warned.
“Not right away,” Paul said, and explained why. For the next mile, he had trouble driving, as Maggie’s arms were around his neck, as she kissed him repeatedly, crying all the while.
Finally, she calmed down, and explained all that had happened. “We can’t go back to Marshalltown,” she said at last. “What are we going to do?”
“Well,” Paul said, “I brought all the cash I had. I should be able to get us to the Dakotas, at least. If I can find some kind of work…”
“I have a better idea.” Maggie turned and dragged the leather briefcase out of the back seat, put it in her lap, and opened it.
“Holy Moley! How much money is that?”
Maggie grinned. “Twenty thousand dollars. That was part of Grandfather’s deal with the Chicago bunch – my dowry. I figured it was mine, anyway, so why not bring it along?”
Paul laughed. “Well, that changes things. So, where do you want to go?”
“How does Hawaii grab you?
***
Honolulu – December 1934
The money Maggie had brought along paid for fare to Hawaii, and enough was left for a down payment on a business that would support them – a block of apartments along Honolulu’s Ala Wai Canal. “It should be a good investment,” Paul said. “I can take care of most of the maintenance. You can handle the business end. The fellow selling says all the apartments are full now, except of course for the owner’s apartment. Mostly Navy nurses from the hospital at Aiea.” Now they sat side-by-side on wicker lounge chairs, on the small veranda of that owner’s apartment, having only that day moved their few possessions in.
“That sounds good.” Maggie looked up to where the breeze was fluttering the fronds of a palm tree. “It’s like paradise here, isn’t it? And just you and me. I’ll be happy here forever, Paul, as long as you’re here with me.”
“I’m not going anywhere. Not after all it took to get here.”
“As long as I’m finally away from that family. If I stay away from the States, then we’ll be safe. Who could find us, here, in Hawaii? I don’t see how we could have gone much further from Waterloo, by God, Iowa.”
“Hell, hon,” Paul said, “it will be 1935 soon. Imagine that. And we’ve got a good place. Good new start. I mean, what the hell could ever happen to Honolulu or Pearl Harbor?”
He put his arm around her. She leaned into him.
***
Got to be an important person to be in here, honey.
Got to have done some evil deed.
Got to have your own harem when you come in the door.
Got to play your harp until your lips bleed.
They say that patriotism is the last refuge,
To which a scoundrel clings.
Steal a little and they throw you in jail,
Steal a lot and they make you king.
There’s only one step down from here, baby,
It’s called the land of permanent bliss.
What’s a sweetheart like you doing in a dump like this?
Cameo: The guy who helps Paul with the tire is my paternal grandfather. In his car are my grandmother (who I never met, she died in 1945), my Dad and his brother.
Very cool 👍🏻
Very nice!
That’s awesome!
Neat!
Also, this story isn’t over. This will be part 1 of 2.
As soon as saw “Pearl Harbor”, I figured (hoped!) there would be more.
Good stuff, Animal!
Let me clarify that; next Monday starts a new, unrelated series. Then there will be another five-parter (probably) about Paul and Maggie.
I seriously expected the break after “How does Hawaii grab you?” to be “Honolulu — December 1941”.
I’m going to have to go back to the Navy nurse story and see if you put her in their apartment complex now, you sly bear. As always — thanks for the read. Much enjoyed.
I had a similar thought. Love the linkages!
Yup… knew you’d do that! 😉 Nice callback.
And searching for it in the archives reminded me of your Shadow story. Still love that one.
Oooh, the foreshadowing…
The story is getting curiuoser and curiuoser.
Excellent showing, Animal. Glad your Grandpa showed up in time as well.
Nice.
Waiting for the Too Many Goodbyes tie-in!
Thanks, Animal!
So, looking into the Time Magazine article from June 24, 1974 lead me to a Wikipedia page that debunks the whole “global cooling” alarms from the early 70s.
So nothing to worry about. Global warming is the only truth.
*throws out winter jackets*
Woohoo!
Whycome you hate gaia?
*issues citation for littering*
I was poking around about Boston and snow after reading Juris’ comment on the now-dead thread about Boston running out of places to put snow 3 or 4 years ago.
It was 2015, which is the snowiest winter in Boston since record keeping started in 1893.
The city was running out of places to put snow because the state Department of Environmental Protection (DEP) restricts dumping snow in the harbor and Massachusetts Bay. The DEP only allows dumping snow in the harbor and Bay under “unusual circumstances”. So the city (and other communities on the harbor and Bay) had to find places to dump snow, called “Snow Farms”, where the snow will melt, and then runoff goes through the storm drains into the…. harbor and Bay. Or, use melters which melt the snow which goes into the storm drains and then into the…. harbor and Bay. “But, ” the usual suspects say, “we can strain out the grit and oil so the melt is cleaner this way!” Maybe.
Anyways, had the DEP not imposed those restrictions, I’m not sure Boston would have had problems in 2015 finding places to put snow.
Stormwater is untreated in most locales. Sewage is treated.
Some, like San Fransisco, have a combined system where too much load bypasses the treatment plant, so storms just wash sewage into the sea. But since they’re also flushing the streets of San Fran, it wouldn’t matter for that example city.
I know.
I’m quoting the usual suspects from the Boston area when they try to explain why runoff going into the harbor and Bay via storm drains is better than dumping the snow right into the harbor and Bay.
Depends what you mean by treatment.
Most stormwater systems have some sort of settling system which does remove a lot of the dirt.
kinnath, I think this is what you might be looking for:
http://www.populartechnology.net/2013/02/the-1970s-global-cooling-alarmism.html
Also, I remember several books on global cooling from when I was a clerk in a used book store. I cannot seem to find any online right now, as the searches quickly get buried in global warming stuff. I will keep looking though.
Well, it’s been 50 years. I am clearly blending several articles/magazines in my head.
But I definitely remember the OMG We’re All Gonna Die nature of the stories at that time.
Sorry, OT:
@patzie, how’s your wife doing?
Thanks for asking! Could be better (mobility is still VERY limited), at least she can work from home at her own discretion. Appt. with the surgeon Thursday to confirm scheduled replacement of hip #2 in November. Hoping that will lead to better things.
How is XY?
Good to hear your wife is working. I hope the second replacement goes well.
Mrs JI recently found out she needs double hip replacement – first one slated for late Sept.
Good luck. Mrs.P’s first one didn’t help all that much (less pain, but little improvement in mobility) since the other one is still in very bad shape. Second time will be the charm /optimist.
Best wishes.
Progress! Fabulous!
XY is happier than I’ve seen him since he hit puberty. He’ll probably be home end of August, beginning of September.
“And bring hither the fatted calf, and kill it; and let us eat, and be merry!”
A fatted calf should be available in your neck of the woods. no?
Re-doing his room should be enough. Don’t know if the Prodigal’s father gave him house rules post feast, but XY is going to have a ton of them.
This is good.
Uh oh.
Niger government says France planning strikes to free Bazoum
On of these days, Macron… pow! bam! Straight to Bazoum!
At least it’s not the Guillotine
/Macron
France will end up there. Other wise they lose all that sweet graft they get from the African states. That’s one of the only things propping up their sad socialist B.S.
This. If Niger goes, the remaining colonies will be tempted to tell France to fuck off as well. Paris is running out of countries to plunder.
Mali has already forced French troops out. I expect they will get involved to support Niger, probably using Wagner mercenaries.
Check this out.
Can’t say that upsets me. Former colonies able to engage in some self-determination and use their own resources instead of paying the Gaulgeld? Not going to cry about that at all.
Too bad we’re so wrapped up in supporting our “allies” and their former colonial empires (*cough* ‘Nam *cough*) as a side effect of WW1 and 2. Thanks again, Wilson… you fucking bastard. (Not the one with the gracious mother, obviously).
My feelings on it are that the Biden administration is beholden to the old European powers. That Biden et al are actively trying to collapse the US in order to save the ECB and then Davos can rule (or at least they think they will be able to).
That said, fuck those thieving European commie totalitarian bastards. I hope they burn. If they fall before us, we’re better off.
Unless it’s Ukraine telling Russia to fuck off.
I support Ukraine telling Russia to fuck off. I don’t support sending them weapons and cash so they feel they can — no treaty? Not our problem.
And barring Canada and Mexico — the case for a defense treaty with any other country these days is pretty minuscule. Taiwan is grandfathered in (do we even have a formal treaty there, or just coasting on inertia?), not something I’d be keen to sign up for today.
Anyone wants to buy from our bloated defense industry? Come on up… was working pretty well for us in 1914 to 1915 (until said fuckhead took us into the Great War).
The thought of Wagner troops engaging with the French does not make me comfortable. The stakes are high for Macron and this could spiral quickly.
They are in trouble.
China and Russia have been busy doing deals all over Africa. It will be fascinating to see how they react to French strikes.
Hard to tell if the Russians and Chinese are going to be fair with them. But the Africans know the Euros and Americans aren’t.
It’s not that hard. Instead of having to give France the occasional blowjob they will get spit roasted by China and Russia, and those guys are into anal.
“…deals all over africa…”
Something something the paper it is written on.
I wonder how many of the weapons we’ve shipped to Ukraine have ended up in Africa.
“Free the Bazoums!”
That sounds like a rallying cry for Q.
What does Mars have to do with this? Is this part of Elon’s plan?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Barsoom
The first time I heard about this issue was when rhywun brought it up a few weeks back. The article points at “cheap, no-name batteries” as the prime suspect. It makes sense, but it would be nice to see some actual numbers.
E-Bike Battery Fires Can Be Deadly. Here’s How to Prevent One in Your Home.
There’s an embedded video in the story of an e-bike battery having a meltdown. Pretty crazy.
Easiest solution is to not let an e-bike battery into your home.
I like where you’re going with this; charge it at the neighbor’s house.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Hu_mq0Uc0M ?
Fuck.
RIP, funny man.
🙁
RIP.
Pee-wee’s Playhouse was one of those “kid’s” shows that also entertained us grownups. Okay, I’m not exactly a grownup…
“Private bout of cancer”? What is that?
Cancer where they didn’t run to their agent and play the victim but just dealt with it quietly, only telling family and friends is how I read it.
Me too, just found the wording a bit strange.
It is Variety — I figure they had to call it out because it is so antithetical to the nature of their presumed readership and all. (aka “Attention whores”)
private bout not private cancer
How I’ll always remember him… RIP.
I was about to make a Buffy comment. He absolutely stole that movie.
He did. I miss him already.
Your the guy from the hamburger train right?
https://youtu.be/sIyOUnsGsUE
Had no idea he was 70.
🎵 There’ll be no more laughing
“As long as I’m finally away from that family. If I stay away from the States, then we’ll be safe. Who could find us, here, in Hawaii? I don’t see how we could have gone much further from Waterloo, by God, Iowa.”
“Hell, hon,” Paul said, “it will be 1935 soon. Imagine that. And we’ve got a good place. Good new start. I mean, what the hell could ever happen to Honolulu or Pearl Harbor?”
Oh no.
A French daredevil who gained social media fame by taking photos of himself on tall structures throughout the world fell to his death from a skyscraper in Hong Kong.
Remi Lucidi, known on social media as “Remi Enigma,” was found dead in Hong Kong after authorities believe he fell from one of the city’s skyscrapers Thursday, according to a report from the Guardian.
Lucidi, who was 30, was found by police on the patio of an apartment and later identified by local media reports. He was found with his French ID and a camera used to film his participation in extreme sports.
Trying for wider fame, but his last performance really fell flat.
Boo… I think you’re making light of the gravity of this event, and the plummeting feelings it will be causing for his fans.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1lWJXDG2i0A&ab_channel=TomPettyVEVO
Me likee!
And then there’s Judy Collins singing Leonard Cohen…
From the article, it sounds like out thrill seeker got himself locked out and was trying to find an alternate way back in.
Was he not carrying a fucking cell phone?
He was having problems connecting to a tower.
Does this complete the three celebrity deaths in a week?
Pee Wee Herman and who else?
Sinéad?
SOW:
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-12353523/Sinead-OConnor-contacted-dying-fan-spent-week-dancing-drinking-dining.html
Oh, right. I’ve got shit on my mind.
He did something to anger the Russians?
Job Listing For Obama’s New Personal Chef Receives Zero Applications
Brutal.
Probably nothing — but this sure is an odd bit of timing.
He overcooked her steak.
Heh…… linked from there.
There’s a spot the not in that list – chocolate actually works.
@marcusmoonstein242
9 days ago
After 18 years of marriage I can confidently tell you that if she’s mad at you it can only be one of two things:
1. It’s something you did.
2. It’s something you didn’t do.
Just to touch on the whole incandescent ban again… this paragraph stuck out at me:
Why the writer didn’t immediately follow that with “If that is the case for a majority (near plurality?) of uses for homeowners… then by its own argument, this regulation should be completely unneeded. Why would people spend money they don’t need to for an inferior product? Washington can step back and let the market decide..”
Sigh.
I actually like the LEDs better for most applications. So nice for tall ceilings.
And now that there are more temperature ranges they are even better.
Yup… the power sipping, reduced heat (important in CA summers so I have more AC overhead for the several computers I run for work/hobbies! 😉 ), etc. make me prefer them.
Certainly over CFLs and the “how the hell to dispose of this little Hg bomb anyway?” problem.
Which is part of why my brain keeps leaping to… “Why is this needed?” Most people by this point I think know of the benefits of LEDs. Companies are competing on price and/or quality already (you can get dirt cheap POSs, etc.)… so the market is already figuring it out, dipshit swamp dictatorial assholes. Argh. (grr… argh….)
Indeed. I have some LED swap-in’s that took place of CFL bulbs. Love it. The old CFL bulbs made a heat signature on the paint of the ceiling in the laundry room. LEDs are much cooler. Less power too. I don’t need a damn government mandate to tell me to swap them out.
They are so good they need to be mandatory.
Snark aside, I like them too, I just don’t like being forced to use them. The whole CFL thing was an abomination.
Finally major LED manufacturers can raise prices, without having to worry about being undercut by cheap incandescent bulbs. Yay!
Only if they’re colluding. I’ve seen enough dirt cheap complete trash LED bulbs in Wally World / Home Despot over the last few years to think they’d be undercut by that trash if they tried.
Apropos Remy.
I should check bylines before getting through the article… was going to post with a “Which one of y’all wrote this?”… Well… guess who did!
The answer is Eighteen
I’d be fine with that. Personally, I’d be fine with 16 — being very aware that 12 year olds used to have to run the farm and get married and all. But 18 in the modern world seems fine.
But very much with Animal — pick one, stick to it.
Counterpoint…I am not sure it makes sense to raise driving up to 18 or 19 or 21.
I mean, sure, it would save lives of idiot kids driving stupidly, but I am sure the other negative consequences would be worse.
The Watermelons would be happy to ban all new driver licenses at any age. Public transportation, bikes or shanks mare for all you peasants. Greta, greatest mind of her generation, approves this message.
We used to let kids roam. Now even if you want to do so in many areas it’s not really possible. It’s really depressing.
‘Astonishing’ errands: Old Enough’s Japanese creator on a child star TV hit
I walked about 6 or 7 blocks to kindergarten in Iowa in Winter. Everyone did.
My son was fortunate that his grade school was at the end the block.
Most times mom walked down with him because she enjoyed it, but not every time.
Once I had a bicycle, my range was about 15 miles radius.
Selected results from Chess World Cup Rnd 1. As top 50 had byes to round 2, just updating Americans (marked with *).
Venkatara Karthik defeated *Gregory Kaidanov 1.5-0.5
Mikhael Antipov defeated *Josiah Stearman 1.5-0.5
Huang Renjie defeated *Christopher Yoo 2.0-0.0
Emilio Cordova defeated *Timur Gareyev 2.0-0.0
*Awonder Liang defeated Alisher Karimov 2.0-0.0
The rest of the Americans had byes.
On the women’s side, their are only 3 Americans, two have byes.
*Carissa Yip defeated Maria Campos 2.0-0.0
This is why there are no woman grandmasters named Felicia. She always gets a Bye.
boo this man.
Liang and Yip are both 20 years old. Liang was born in Madison, WI, Yip in Boston. They attend UChicago and Stanford respectively.
But we arent going to stereotype, right?
I know I’m old now. The strong American grandmasters in my day mostly had names ending in “-ski” or “-vich”. Came from places where they were not wanted. Actually, many of them were “wanted” by their native overlords.
Pretty much the same now.
Of the top 5 Americans, only Fabiano Caruana was born in the US, and he played for the Italian federation until a few years ago.
Nakamura was born in Japan but to an American Mom and grew up in NYC. He is probably the most American of them.
So, Aronian, and Dominguez Perez came to the US as adults from the Phillipines, Armenia, and Cuba respectively.
A little further down the American list you get to the more “traditional” Oparin, Kamsky, Swiercz, Zherebukh, Naroditsky, and Akopian.
But yeah, of the 5 Americans born 2000 or later rated over 2600, 3 have the names of Xiong, Liang, and Yoo.
IIRC, there had once been occasional Nakamura sightings in the Washington Sq. Park hustlers corner, but that is pretty much a no-go zone these days if you value your life. My favorite denizen of that venue was a Georgian GM named Roman Dzindzihashvili, who was a strong GM and would gamble on almost anything. Resembled STEVE SMITH if STEVE had jet-black fur. But a really nice guy.
If you want to feel old…the 2nd highest rated American woman is Alice Lee. She was born in 2009.
Yeah, that’ll do it. My last rated OTB game was about 10 years before she was born.
That’s only 14
yes…and?
I’m not seeing why you’re feeling old.
I think this explains it.
I still think of the year 2000 as the distant future.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NI9nopaieEc
There appears to be a full court press on Biden this week.
https://twitter.com/Project_Veritas/status/1686059290530922506
The HairGel That Walks Like a Man figures he better get his shot before California completely collapses maybe. (Given the state deficits, “reparations commission”, etc.) So they’re letting some stuff get out to persuade FRAU DOKTOR JILL to stop already.
Nice porch in Rehoboth, rocking chair, sound of waves breaking on the beach, cool pudding cup, nodding off to dreams of hair sniffed and influences peddled. Who needs this WH shit at 80?
Joe was just being his normal friendly self.
https://twitter.com/IceManCRYPTOS/status/1686075843771056141
“He didn’t say what everyone reported / he’s quoted as saying…. He really said this and it is harmless!
Oh and… four legs good… TWO LEGS BETTER!”
Those goal posts are moving faster than Usain Bolt.
Why the writer didn’t immediately follow that with “If that is the case for a majority (near plurality?) of uses for homeowners… then by its own argument, this regulation should be completely unneeded. Why would people spend money they don’t need to for an inferior product? Washington can step back and let the market decide..”
You slay me.
Hey if it were the NYT or WaPo I wouldn’t even ask… but that’s supposed to be a more “conservative” leaning site and all. Some lip services to free markets would be reasonable and playing to their supposed base. It really makes you think.
Well done. I enjoyed it very much.
Elon knows what’s up.
South Africa is icky.
Wearing red berets like good little commies, I see.
To be fair, who could have seen that coming.
I know, right?
I, for one, am shocked that after twenty plus years of talking about it, they’re actually going to do it.
And right on cue.
Humanity sucks.
And there’s a group I’d be willing to consider asylum seekers and fast track immigration for… given the last several years of escalating rhetoric leading up to this.
Honestly, they had to know it was coming and that nobody was going to come to save you. Doesn’t make it right, but sometimes you just need to pick up and leave.
The West simply doesn’t give a shit.
Murders of white farmers in South Africa has been going on for a while.
Kill all of the farmers. I wonder how that will work out.
Tomorrow they have thier hands out begging for food, no doubt from majority-white countries.
Fuck ‘em. Let them starve.
Ask Zimbabwe.
Yamamotoheimer?
Barbieishii?
Warner Bros. Japan Calls on Western Studio to Apologize for Interacting With Barbenheimer Tweets
Pull back the Seventh Fleet… see if they change their tune on nuclear weapons a bit.
(Honestly — I skimmed the article, and still can’t really figure out what they’re complaining about… “These movies opened on the same day. Our American counterparts urging seeing both is ‘regrettable'”… just that Oppenheimer exists? That folks are willing to see it? — would they rather no one remembered history? Because that’s always ended so well… )
I think it’s the combination. One (even though it isn’t really) is supposed to be comedy with feminist bent, the other is supposed to be something “serious”.
Other parts of Asia are also displeased.
‘Oppenheimer,’ the Bhagavad-Gita and India’s Outrage
It’ the thing to be!
The concept of freedom of speech is not understood by nearly all cultures on the planet. The US is the only country i know of that gives any respect to the idea but in practice it is constantly under attack.
These whiners cant understand how we can allow such things.
Yellow Corp., a 99-year-old trucking company that was once a dominant player in its field, halted operations Sunday and will lay off all 30,000 of its workers.
The unionized company has been in a battle with the Teamsters union, which represents about 22,000 drivers and dock workers at the company. Just a week ago the union canceled a threatened strike that had been prompted by the company failing to contribute to its pension and health insurance plans. The union granted the company an extra month to make the required payments.
But by midweek last week, the company had stopped picking up freight from its customers and was making deliveries only of freight already in its system, according to both the union and Satish Jindel, a trucking industry consultant
Bidenomics is working!
Another union success story!
https://twitter.com/TeamsterSOB/status/1672721555426516993
Peak Walmart?
Peak 2023 anyway. That’s fantastic!
Bonus South Park reference.
Oppenheimer question: So I’m considering going to see it, perhaps with some of the family (including teens). But I hear there’s a fairly “adult” scene that might make me rethink that. In all seriousness, can anybody advise? What’s the content like?
I read that Pugh lady shows her boobies.
Yeah, I heard there are shocking scenes where merit and not diversity is encouraged.
To TPTB. I don’t see a links post in the pending or scheduled posts for today.
There were …problems.
[sound of gunshot offstage]
OK.
Will send lawyers, guns and money.
There is an open post in lieu of links for you damn dirty apes. Have at it. Actually, I just wanted and excuse to use “in lieu of” again.