In a bit of a rush today, so have this, which did make me chuckle.
Stew for dinner.
And possibly some innocent forest animals saved from a knife-wielding bunny.
Justifying hunting
Remember Reuben Ireland?
Remember Reuben Ireland?
OK, but more specifically the quote from SA wannabe political party COPE?
Well, as the Orange Shitgibbon invites not one, but two, internationally wanted war criminals to his laughably named “Peace Board”, we should also recall the EFF and their political affiliations:
I wouldn’t stand with humus. I’d probably enjoy it on a savoury biscuit or pita bread, while seated.
Free Palenstine.
Let’s not forget…
All the calls for Canada as the 51st State, the actions of the state-sponsored militias running around Minnesota (and beyond), the rambling speech mixing up Greenland and Iceland, and the persisting sabre-rattling about the alleged necessity of the annexation of the former “for security reasons“, are merely a smokescreen to try to make us forget about… well…
…you know what.
And since we’re on that subject, let me remind you of an old Russian joke that seems to have resurfaced recently.
I can’t imagine why.
Every morning, a guy stops at the same newsagent and picks up the newspaper, looks at the front page, and then puts the paper back down without buying it.
One day the vendor asks what he’s doing.
The man tells him that he’s looking for an obituary.
The vendor says “Those are at the back of the paper, Comrade.”
The man replies, “Not the one I’m looking for.”
It’s really just who goes first: him or the planet.
Another reason to buy in Zone 1
City Centre living. It isn’t for everyone. And if Cape Town is anything to go by (and it is), it’s damn expensive too.
But other than the convenience of your office being right on the doorstep, what else is there to justify the massive price tag?
I’m sorry, did you say “immediate obliteration in the event of a nuclear strike”? – that sounds perfect!
Not that there’s likely to be a nuclear war, of course. The two guys controlling about 90% of the world’s nuclear missiles seem decent, sensible and reasonable, and not at all deranged.
Yeah. Maybe it’s worth that extra million quid to get that little place in Westminster. Far better than the prolonged agony of the daily commute (and then the protracted dying, should the worst actually happen) of the outlying areas.
How does this relate to Cape Town? It doesn’t really. Missiles can’t reach this far, and if they could, we still have a big mountain to hide behind, and the South Easter will take all the radiation away within a couple of minutes.
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Graphic from here.
Not enough
Bit knackered this evening. But I’ve worked out the reason why.
Getting back into the rhythm and routine of the school term shouldn’t really be a struggle, but it seems no-one has told my body that.
Can’t keep going on like that.
But…
On the plus side, I had a great drive around the peninsula today, with some great colours and occasional wildlife on show.
More of that another time though, as there’s a goodbye braai to enjoy this evening, as the sun descends on another smoky Cape Town afternoon.
Not sure which one(s) of these is making the sunset quite so orange this evening, but while it’s pretty, it’s never good news.