More Random Shit Friday Stuff

   And thanks to my Windows 10 upgrade, I (at least for now) can't post images here. When I get things figured out, I will. But for now, I'll just soldier on.
   First: Ashley Madison. You no doubt know all about the hack attack on the hook-up site that says "Life is short, have an affair". I know life is short, but having an affair and then having my wife find out about it would drastically shorten it even more. So, no. I was not caught up in the whole affair (pardon the play on words). Do I feel sorry for those who were caught up in the hack? Not really, no. Sure, it sucks to get found out, but to go on-line to "do it"? These days, that's just asking for trouble. So, no. I didn't sign up for Ashley Madison. Nor do I have an account on any website that could get me in trouble. Shit, I don't really like shopping on-line, but there are things that I have no choice but to get via the internet, simply due to geography and availability.
   Moving on: The McWhopper. There'd been word McDonalds and Burger King were going to hook up and make such a monstrosity. I just shudder to think what the result might have tasted like. A "flame-broiled" burger with Rotten Ronnies "secret sauce"? Easy stomach, don't roll over now. Fortunately, it ain't gonna happen. Much to the delight of a lot of people, although there is a not insignificant portion of the population who would actually like to try it.
   Moving on: Stevie Ray Vaughn. As hard as it is to imagine, it's been 25 years since his death in a helicopter crash in Wisconsin. He was (and in my mind remains) one of the pre-eminent guitar players of all time. Right up there with the likes of the late B.B King, Eric Clapton, Jimi Hendricks and Jimmy Page. He was one of the "new generation" of blues players, yet still remained rooted in deep Chicago and Southern blues. Sadly, with the deaths of so many of the "old" blues guitarists, that genre or music is now in decline. Hopefully, there's another SRV in the wings.
   'Nuff said.

Random Shit Friday

   Yeah, again I'm just gonna string some shit together for today's post. And we'll start with my favorite tin-pot dictator, "lil" Kim Jung Un (aka: Sum Dum Fuk).
   North Korea's favorite son has decided his country needs to keep it's own time. So, he's decreed all clocks will be set 30 minutes earlier to avoid "wicked imperialism" of places like South Korea and Japan, which his country currently shares a time zone with. And why not? His country's already about 30 years in the past, so I guess another half hour ain't gonna make much difference.
   Moving on: A young woman wanting to hand a petition to Peru's Prime Minister took the "get to the choppa" phrase a little too figuratively. The 20 year old wanted to hand a letter to the P.M about her jailed brother. So, she decided to slip past security and try to button-hole the guy as his helicopter landed. Just one hitch. As she was walking up to greet him she ran face-first into the rear rotor and was decapitated. But apparently the government isn't all cruel. They'll pay the cost of her funeral.
   Moving on: This is far and away my favorite photograph so far this year:

   Pope Frankie was at some youth function (I believe was), when he encountered this woman. I don't know who she is, nor do I much care. But you just gotta wonder what was going through Frankie's mind. My guess is "I must remember to give a blessing to the..HOLY FUCK!! Look at the size of those tits!" At least the young lady is getting her points across. I guess it was cold wherever they were. Either that or she was excited to meet Frank. I just hope he wasn't getting excited about the generous jugs she presented him. "Is that a cross in your cassock, or are you happy to see me?" Tits okay. She's chest what he's looking for. And a fuckin' good look he got too! I've heard staring at a woman's boobs adds 5 years to your life. From the look on Frankie's face, I'd say he's added about 30. Mind you, when I first saw this it took me a few minutes to realize the pope was even IN the picture!!
   Have a great weekend.
   'Nuff said

This Is Making News?

   It's sure been all over the 'net. After 40 years, Piggy and Kermit are "done". Why is this making news? There's still problems in the fight against ISIL, oil prices are in the shitter. Weather's causing havoc in many areas of the world. And THIS makes the news feed?
   What was the problem? Piggy wouldn't pork anymore? She's makin' bacon with someone else? Maybe Kermit's been hopping on someone else's "lily pad" (wink, wink). Maybe she's tired of the green weenie.
   But seriously, why? It's not like they're real. Someone's got their fist shoved up their "asses" and moving their "mouths", while someone else talks for them?
   Hey! Wait a second. They may be real after all. Someone up their ass, while someone pulls their strings and mouths their words? Holy shit! If that's the case, maybe they're fucking politicians! I mean, there is a campaign on here in Canada.
   And I'm starting to see some resemblances here too. Piggy sorta looks like Green Party leader Elizabeth May. I guess that makes Kermit Bloc Quebecois leader Gilles Duceppe. I mean, they're both.....well, you know.
   'Nuff said.

The Race Is On

   And the finish line is 11 weeks away. We knew we were going to the polls in October, and conservative party prime minister Stephen Harper decided to give us an extra long campaign before voting day on the 19th of that month. Traditionally, election campaigns are 37 days. And the campaign costs taxpayers 375 MILLION dollars. With the run-up for this vote 11 weeks, fuck only knows how extra much it'll cost. I've heard anywhere between another 300 to 400 million.
   Thank you Stephen Hitler (or is it Adolph Harper) for wasting our tax dollars on an extra 6 weeks. That means 6 more weeks of bullshit propaganda from the government on how wonderful they are. How they've safeguarded the economy (hard to believe when the campaign could cost us 750 million fucking dollars), and what they claim they'll do once re-elected.
   Not that the opposition parties are any fucking better. On the one side, for the Liberals, you've got Justin Trudeau, who's main claim to fame is his daddy, who was P.M back in the day. The Trudeau name is still mud in many parts of Canada after Pierre Elliot brought in wage and price controls, the National Energy Program and other wonderful shit. My poor dad worked for the feds for 36 years, and when he retired, he got a certificate thanking him. Signed by P.E Trudeau (with an autopen). My old man nearly burst a fucking blood vessel. He was NOT a Trudeau fan.
   Then, there's Tom Mulcair, with the New Democratic Party. I don't know a whole lot about him, and I thinks I'd prefer keeping it that way. He's too smooth, if you know what I mean. Not exactly oily. Just too smooth.
  I digress. Bottom line is we're in for 11 weeks of being inundated about how shitty the other leaders are, and how only their party is right for Canada. I've already had 2 annoyance calls. Luckily, they're machines and don't immediately start squawking. I just hang the phone up.
   But when I get a live candidate, well, that's when the fun begins! I almost pity whoever the poor fucker is calling me, begging for my vote. No, I don't.
   There are some people who welcomed the end of the parliamentary session here over the weekend. 3 Tory and a Liberal senator. They've been suspended, but once the session ended, they start getting their big, fat, taxpayer funded paycheques again. One even gets all the benefits that go along with the cushy job back.
   Yeah, I know. We live in a democracy bought and paid for by the sacrifices of those who fought and died in wars for us. So yes, I will get out and vote. It's just going to take an awful lot of convincing by any of the parties to vote for their candidate.
   Sorry if this turned into a rant.
   'Nuff said.