It’s Tuesday

and Ukraine isn’t getting any more free shit from the USA. Everyone except idiots are happy. It’s not our problem. Let Europe sort it out. Joe Biden ain’t running anything anymore, not that he did in the first place anyway. I don’t care, I’m sick of the whole fucking thing. At this point I’d rather be Russian than European. They don’t have subhumans running people over in the street.

The stupid faces are an integral part of this communication method

I’d just like to add what I saw someone write on a meme board yesterday. It’s a pretty good take on what’s happening.

“Its such a tired meme at this point but if US military does stop, including military intelligence, then it really will be over for Ukraine. Maybe it will take a few more months, its highly dependent on the weather and ground conditions, but Ukraine does not accept peace soon it will begin to suffer catastrophic losses which they can not replace. Partial retreats will be followed by full scale retreats, perhaps even a rout, with the Russians just following up and shelling everything in sight. Sooner rather than later the game will be up and one of two things will happen.
Either Zelenskyy will beg to take whatever deal the USA offers him, or else he will be disposed by those who will do the same.”

“But mah Western Europe will come to the rescue!
Too late. The Eurocucks had two years to gear up and yet effectively did nothing. There is nothing they can do now which will make any significant difference in time. Even now they are already bitching at each other on how to proceed and will continue to bitch even if the Russian breech the Dnipro river.”

Thanks anon. You said it better than I could.

War is good business apparently

Let’s move on to a more pleasant topic. This is from the New York Post… If you’ve ever walked around New York City it’s very hard to avoid the seemingly endless scaffolding that stands out the front of many buildings. “City owned buildings owned buildings have 130 scaffolding sheds up longer than 3 years, and one is a decade old.” Now the city wants to clean all of these scaffolding eyesores up in a crackdown.

Looks comfy

All told “there are  8,600 sheds standing across all five boroughs — which if combined would stretch for nearly 400 miles, about long enough to reach from Manhattan to Cleveland.” That’s a lot of scaffolding. I can’t even imagine NYC without these fucking things. They’re part of the landscape, and they are very good shelters for everyone when the weather’s bad. It’s gonna look weird if they all go away. My prediction…nothing will happen.. You can read the story here

I’m sorry, you need a VIP shed pass.

Today’s journal is an el slacko effort, but sometimes I need a small vacation, given that I’ve been writing something new here every day for five days a week since 2019. Tomorrow I’m going to a listening party so if that proves to be newsworthy I’ll have something to talk about.

Before I sign off, back in the Land Down Under, a tropical cyclone is about to hit Queensland. As usual the authorities are all over the TV telling people what to do and what not to do etc, etc. For some reason in this day of AI instant captioning of all media, they still insist on having a deaf “signer” taking up at least half of the screen when these press conferences/public info events are on. It’s very reminiscent of the fake pandemic when any and all alarmist tactics were deployed to frighten people and subdue them.

This is for 3.3% of Australia’s population who probably have access to closed captioning. It’s a joke

Today they’ve taken it to another level. This time the man bun gesticulator is not only taking up more than half the screen, he’s the focal point. If you look at the picture I took last night, you’ll see that the people who are speaking aren’t even facing the camera. They’re staring off over at the side in another direction. Anyone would think that the deaf overwhelmingly outnumber everyone, but then if you look at most of advertising in western countries, you’ll be wondering exactly what country you were even in, in the first place.