Sometimes You Overlook The Obvious

This chap just had a read of this. It is a Russian propaganda guide to stealing your roommates Burrito.

It struck him that they missed the obvious one:

“Roommate mysteriously falls from radioactive park bench, dies of broken neck. D-Notice issued.”

Never eschew the obvious. Or the unbelievable. Both can defeat the application of Occam’s Razor. Not that it can’t be misapplied, of course…

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If You Can’t Say Anything Nice…

… then at least say it differently.

The Chaps do admit to a continuing love affair with language —

“a continuing love affair with language;the sound of their own voices” — fixed that for you, you’re welcome

Have it your own way. Couple that with a love of the pithy insult — yes, this definitely reflects our feelings.

and you’ll understand how our interest was piqued by a recent tweet from The Canary. Apart from being rude enough to call the UK Foreign Secretary ‘a bag of gas

No argument from this quarter

and illustrating it thusly

it prompted one David Simon (he of “The Wire“) to retweet with a most delightful addition — a preamble describing Boris as a “Low-bottom taintsniff.” Witness a literary lion in action! We love it.

The Other Chap may perhaps recall a gift of a wall chart of Shakespearian insults?

itself giving rise to a rather nice mug.

Perhaps we should offer it as some sort of prize for something?

We did. I won.

If Trump Wants A Grand Parade…

Then a grand parade, by golly, he should have.

Of course, in a version suitably sized to the attendance at his inauguration, and tailored to both his musical taste and knowledge of military technology. The Chaps are happy to offer a preview.

So, a grand-ish parade, then.

At best…

No, no need to thank us. Our pleasure.

You can read the original story here.

Did you note the marching on that Naval chief?

Certainly did. Cadet Bone Spurs could probably do as well.

Well, if it were not for him being who he is…

Urine Luck

Or, perhaps, it’s just an ad campaign.

Ah yes … technology at its highest calling and delivering the best. A newspaper insert treated to indicate pregnancy if peed on.

“Widdle here, get a discounted crib” is the pitch.

And … goes on to note the estimable Guardian … that they’re not even the first with this, er, novel — channel? tactic? Continue reading “Urine Luck”

Sizing Up The Opposition

 My nuclear button is bigger than your nuclear button

Yes, it’s come to this. Diplomacy, reality-show-host style.

In the end, and we do mean ‘The End’, isn’t the “my missile is bigger than your missile” debate pretty irrelevant?

Yes – if not proof absolute that ‘size really does not matter’.