Cultural Anthropology – Boy Outa Brooklyn

FLY INDIA

Your reporter recently got a cheery message courtesy of the lethally incompetent and lethally politicized National Health System of Great Britain.

Here it is –

Grinning skull with nurse cap — **SHOULD YOU BE WORRIED ABOUT THE INDIA COVID-19 VARIANT?**

Throughout the pandemic we’ve seen various mutations of COVID 19. The latest variant of concern originated in India.

This new variant is a reminder that the pandemic isn’t over. The world will need to continue taking measures to keep ourselves and our communities safe for some time to come.

**Ominously, this latest threat of lockdowns-to-come happened just as Victoria, Australia went back into lockdown following a minuscule Covid outbreak as winter began down under.**

For those of you whose knowledge of the Indian sub-continent consists of re-runs of Sabu movies allow me to explain that India was once the “Jewel in the Crown” of the British Empire. And, even though it won independence thanks to the efforts of that noted urine-drinker Mahatma Gandhi, it remains part of the British Commonwealth.

That’s why Indians can easily immigrate to Britain along with former colonials from Africa, Asia and the Caribbean.

This is a perfect example of that dire warning –

“If we go there, they come here.”

**This is why modern Britain looks more like Gandhi than Gladstone and more like Nairobi than Nottingham.**

So, when this latest Covid variant reared its ugly head in the shit-caked sub-continent, half the population of Mumbai and Delhi packed up their begging bowls and high-tailed it to Britain.

Ever vigilant, Prime Minister Boris “I’m the laziest, dumbest douche in England” Johnson sprang into action and ordered flights from India blocked two weeks from next Tuesday.

**Indians may be infected and infested but dumb they ain’t. They used the wide window Johnson gave them to swarm into Britain (and anywhere else that would have them) in record numbers.**

The major airlines that brag about being concerned for passenger’s health and that they fully support BLM and LGBTQ+LMNOP and every other poison of our age, immediately tried to add more flights from India to Britain.

**Betcha** **those “progressive” airlines tried to add flights worldwide**.

To their credit (although they should have barred all flights from India immediately), all but one of the UK’s airports refused to add additional flights. The one exception was Birmingham Airport.

One look at the racial demographics of that city will explain why.

Hint: Birmingham is as British as a biryani.

If you think I am being a mean ol’ racist consider that allowing possibly infected Indians into Britain jeopardizes Indians already there. Duh.

Hey, ya want racist?

Take a gander at the Hindu Caste System. It is apartheid, segregation and eugenics on steroids. And Indians flying into the West bring the caste system with them as a carry-on.

Meanwhile… We in the West are constantly told that we must import massive numbers of “brilliant” Indian IT engineers and coders or we won’t be able screw in a lightbulb.

Anyone who has endured the sheer hell of phoning an Indian call-center or computer help-line knows how preposterous that claim is.

Lissen ta me.

These Indian “geniuses” (with massive families in tow) are brought into the West to squat in low-pay IT jobs and keep out more qualified Whites who will demand better wages from the “progressive” Robber Barons of Silicon Valley.

Lissen ta me.

Far from being a land of geniuses, India is a land of street-shitters.

Don’t believe me?

Find the TedTalks episode on youtube of the heavily disguised Indian academic who dares to tell the truth about the lack of basic hygiene in his homeland. He is heavily disguised lest those peaceable Indians cut him into pieces.

Hear him explain how Indians for all their brilliance have yet to figure out the care and feeding of an outhouse. So, excrement in its various forms – liquid, solid, steam and dust doth abound.

And that’s just the human excrement.

Don’t forget cows are sacred in India and they roam everywhere.

Pile of cow dung — **Imagine, if you will, this hot steaming pile drying in the sun and the resulting shit-dust blowing onto everything and everyone.**

Ever wonder why India produces so many boys with nine legs and girls with seven arms?

Ever wonder why India is still plagued by leprosy, smallpox and well… plague?

And, smallpox.

And, leprosy.

Ya know… when your fingers, toes, arms and legs putrefy and fall off and you go blind?

I’ll tell ya why India is still home to these scourges.

Coz it’s a fuckin’ shithole.

And the denizens of this shithole are flooding into the West and the “progressive” airlines are doing everything they can to increase that flood.

India is teeming with holy men, gurus, seers and mystics. One of the current top shysters…er, I mean Sadhus is one Sadhguru. Think of him as a latter day Maharishi Mahesh Yogi – ya know, the holy snake oil salesman who entranced the Beatles, Beach Boys and half of Hollywood.

On youtube, see Sadhguru become indignant when a Westerner dares to question why India is so hygienically-challenged. He defends India’s status as an open-latrine as being glorious chaos that the Indians love.

**Life is like a bloated, dead body floating in the Ganges, isn’t it?**

If the Indians haven’t cleaned up their act since Buddah was a boy what makes ya think they ever will?

Hint: They won’t.

Outraged and offended Indians (and their apologists) can prove me wrong at a stroke. Forbid the Indian geniuses from leaving and put them to work solving India’s problems and healing the poor bastards afflicted with plague, smallpox and leprosy.

Seems practical and compassionate to me.

India is full of millionaires and Mensa members.

What’s stopping them?

There may be a temporary pause in the filthy flood but, going forward, all the delights of Indian health and hygiene are coming to a country near you. In fact, many of those delights are already there.

Feel better now?

Whether Covid is real or as dangerous as claimed, as long as the West allows free movement to and from the Third World, it will be vulnerable to endless pandemics real, imagined or manufactured.

Unless our borders are closed, the entire world will become the Third World.

Or, is that the agenda?

So, how do we fix it?

The solution is simple.

Flit gun — **All that’s needed is the political will.**

I’ll let the incomparable Noel Coward have the last word.

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Boy Outa Brooklyn a murder-memoir by Jack Antonio — Available as a paperback and eBook on amazon.com and amazon.co.uk and as an eBook here

COVID ANSWER #1

First I made with the Covid Questions as to the how, why, who and wherefore of Covid craziness.

Now, I’ll make with the first of several answers.

Here’s one hint – it had nothing to do with medicine, science or reason. Mark my words, the telling histories of Covid 19 will be the psychological and behavioral studies. If they are ever allowed to be printed, that is.

“So, how did we get to this pretty pass?” I hear you cry.

GROUP THINK

All the third-rate minds who couldn’t cut it in the real world, work in academia, government and NGOs. One way or another we pay their exorbitant, undeserved salaries. Think of that Oxford numb-nut, Neil “We’re all gonna be dead by May 2020 but I’m too busy fucking my fat-pig married girlfriend while you’re all locked-down so I don’t give a shit” Ferguson.

Neil Ferguson — **Mrs. Ferguson’s soy-boy son.**

And, don’t forget Whatshisname – that mentally, morally and ethically challenged Ethiopian douchebag who runs W.H.O.

Vintage clown face — **No *serious* corporation would hire those Bozos to ride shotgun on a garbage truck.**

They and their ilk are terrified they might lose their reputations or tenure if they admit error so they double-down on their debunked ideas and predictions.

Their minions are terrified they might lose their jobs and pensions if they stick their heads above the “official opinion parapet” so, they go along with the boss.

They become classic “Yes Men.”

Cartoon of men following the leader — **Mavericks get their asses out-placed and pronto!**

Meanwhile, all the third-rate minds who put themselves forward as talking heads and pundits on TV and radio know that to get a book deal or that much coveted regular spot on CNN, MSNBC or the BBC, they must regurgitate the party line. And, most importantly, keep sheeple watching.

Mavericks get a one way ticket to Palookaville.

Man with his hair of fire — **These prostitutes… er, I mean, opinions-for-hire know that if they run around with their hair on fire they will keep the Covidiots tuned in, thus selling ever more expensive advertising minutes.**

It’s all about the shekels, goy.

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MASKS UNMASKED

In high school English class, whenever we were told to submit an essay of more than two words in length, we immediately resorted to padding our work with a big fat quotation from the dictionary. Good for fifty words at least. (Hehehe.)

For example:

Jack Antonio: Sophomore 2A

Subject: Literary themes

As we ponder the question of theme in James Fenimore Cooper’s immortal tome The Last of the Mohicans, it behoves us to reflect upon what Mister Merriam Webster had to say on the subject of literary themes.

Then followed as much of the dictionary material as I dared risk sneaking by my teacher.

Therefore, in tribute to my literary criticisms of yore, I now choose to begin this essay on the theme of masks with a quotation from my main-man Merriam.

/mask/

Noun

a covering for all or part of the face, worn as a disguise, or to amuse or terrify other people.

I am sure we can all agree with Merriam that masks have their time and place and have been part of the human experience for eons.

TO DISGUISE

TO AMUSE

TO TERRIFY

But the time and place for these Covid masks is not here and not now. As the Brits say, “They are well past their sell-by date.”

Trust me, only pea brains wear masks while driving alone in a car or walking down the street or through a park or standing online at a shop or ATM or anythefuckwhere.

Worst of all are the designer masks and worst of those are the masks that try to be funny or clever.

“Hey, you in the mask, lissen ta me now. I’m your best friend coz I’ll tell you the truth. You look like a fuckin’ jerk in that thing and your humor is tame and trite.”

TAKE THE MASK OFF

Frightened little girl looking up at shadow — **Children especially little children must see faces especially faces of adults and most especially faces of adult *strangers* in order to learn how to read faces for signs of safety or danger.**

It pains me every time I see a masked adult smiling at a child only to realize the kid can’t see that smile.

The human face is the most expressive single thing in the animal kingdom. It is inhumane to deny humans access to their glorious instrument of communication.

Bert Lahr — The subtlety of meaning and mood that can be conveyed by the lifting of an eyebrow or the pursing of a lip is a wonder to behold and it is a crime that these miracles of expression have been censored from daily life for more than a year.

Forget the emotional and psychological damage caused by the mask-mania, how about the health damage?

Vintage photo of dentist — **Dentists report that wearing masks is causing a marked increase in tooth decay and gum disease.**

Face rash on child — **Dermatologists report a marked increase in serious skin infections.**

Necrotic pneumonia — **Pulmonologists report a marked increase in deadly pulmonary infections including pneumonia.**

So what does Tony “I’m not a real scientist but I play one on TV” Fauci suggest?

Wear two and even three masks!

Faithful readers of this blog will remember that over a year ago I reported that the Head Chemist (Pharmacist) at the UKs top drugstore chain warned that wearing masks was counter-productive and even dangerous.

They shut him up right quick! Last I heard, he was delivering prescriptions by row boat in the Outer Hebrides.

Sure, the all-knowing, all-powerful third-rate-minds at the CDC have announced a partial lifting of the mask mandate but that is subject to review and removal at any time.

Meanwhile, much of the world is still under full face lockdown.

Vintage sketch of man in S&M muzzle — **Watch and see how many sheeple continue to wear masks begging to be abused just as all good masochists beg for the lash.**

Don’t believe me?

Look at how many halfwits have happily embraced the mask and made it into a virtue signalling billboard,

Then there are those money-grubbing scumbags who marketed ever more ridiculous variants of the muzzle.

Woman wearing nose only Cover mask — **Convenient while eating shit with both hands.**

Oh, how we laughed while watching the movie Naked Gun when Leslie Nielsen and Priscilla Presley donned full body condoms at the height of the AIDS hysteria.

Welp…

High school band in Covid plastic bubbles — **You heard of the boy in the bubble? Meet the band in the bubbles.**

And, Daddy-O you ain’t heard a tuba wail some blues until you’ve heard it from inside a resealable baggie.

Remember that according to Merriam Webster masks are:

TO DISGUISE

TO AMUSE

TO TERRIFY

Covid mask as hand covering mouth — **Don’t let them terrify you**!

Take that filthy, useless rag off your face and breathe the air of health, reason and freedom.

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COVID QUESTION #3

In the first two exciting instalments of Covid Questions, I raised the vexing question of Covid test reliability and the hidden, ignored, deadly threat of tuberculosis. This time out I’d like to bring your attention to the problem of systemic government and corporate incompetence.

Okay, I admit it. I’m a curmudgeon. Correction. I’m a Covid curmudgeon. Anyone who isn’t hasn’t been paying attention.

Vintage man hitting forehead — **Call me old fashioned but I can’t stand it when anyone (especially anyone in authority) isn’t good at their job.**

Sure, we all make mistakes and have bad days at work. But the non-stop fuck-ups and chronic incoherence of those in charge of the Covid response frost my pumpkins.

Case in point:

Your reporter recently flew into Heathrow airport in London where the walls were covered with signs ordering arriving passengers to stay two meters apart – that’s more than six feet in old money. But, the crack, elite, Covid-security staff at Heathrow forced the arriving passengers into a line that snaked back on itself two, three and four times.

Crowded airport check in — **Imagine Heathrow twice this crowded**!

This twisted the passengers into a suffocating, huddled mass in which it was impossible to stay even two feet apart. Plus, it was impossible to breathe without inhaling another passenger’s fetid breath and exhaling my own back at them. And we were so locked for ninety excruciating minutes.

Vintage drawing of man sneezing into hanky — **We got off lucky. There are regular reports of passengers being so scrunched for two and even three hours.**

I guess the crack, elite, Covid-security staff at Heathrow didn’t get the memo about social distancing. Or, maybe they can’t read English. God knows most of them can barely speak it!

Heck, on my flights into and out of Heathrow, the airline used Covid as an excuse for not giving its customers even a bottle of water. But the airline wasn’t so worried about infection that it wouldn’t sell you one.

Cartoon of boy dying of thirst — **So, dehydration at 35,000’ isn’t a health risk, I guess.**

Meanwhile, we were packed into the flying metal tube for almost three hours breathing what we’d been warned could be recycled Covid-rich air only to have the airline make a big play of having us de-plane a few rows at a time so Covid couldn’t jump on our asses.

I guess the virus slept through the flight until the landing jolted it awake and into attack mode.

I assume the pilot who flew us into England has been flying that route weekly if not daily and should have known the Covid arrival drill.

Vintage ad for Pan American Airlines — **That didn’t stop Captain Fuckwit from announcing totally incorrect info about the rules of quarantine in the UK**.

Howzat happen?

Another missed memo?

I eventually managed to escape England feeling all the while like I was escaping East Berlin in the depths of the Cold War. Leading up to my flight day, I received numerous ominous emails and texts from the airline and US and UK governments reminding me of the danger of Covid and the necessity to stay home and not travel.

East Berlin border guard — **I was warned again and again of the dire consequences that awaited me if I flouted the rules.**

In order to fly, I had to pay for an expensive test to prove that I was Covid-free. Before check-in and at check in and even while airborne, I was presented with yet another form to fill in and declaration to sign. All told I had seven separate pages that I had to have on my phone and/or about my person for inspection by the airline and UK and US immigration officials.

Security Guard sleeping — **When I arrived in the US, my papers were barely glanced at, not checked, not scanned, not kept and I was waved through.** **God bless America!**

Howzat for government and corporate competence and vigilance?

Here’s more Covid craziness –

Many live-in carers and spouses who are living in close proximity to infected patients and partners are not getting infected by this “super bug” that we are told can leap tall buildings in a single bound. Remember we had been warned that Covid is so infectious we had to quarantine our groceries in special rooms for days to kill the virulent pest.

elderly couple cuddling — But, living with an infected person?
No problemo.

Meanwhile… didja notice they don’t even talk about gloves anymore? Hmmmnnn…

Enough with the questions already.

Vintage drawing Coming Soon — **Stay tuned coz next time out your reporter will offer the first of his Covid Answers. Sure to amaze and offend.**

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COVID QUESTION #1

I had put my CDs and LPs in alphabetical order and was hunting for something else to fill my empty day when I decided to throw caution to the wind and send away for one of those snazzy, jet-age Covid-19 test-at-home kits. (Not available in stores.)

The kit arrived a few days later in discrete plain brown wrapper and I opened it with trembling hands

Young boy opening a glowing box — **Not since I got my Captain Video Magic Decoder Ring in the mail had I been so excited.**
**I had a chance to be the first kid on my block to test positive for Covid.**

The test instructions were simple enough. I had to deep throat a Q-tip then jam said implement up each nostril and wiggle it around five times while facing West and whistling Dixie before sticking it into a small vial of magic elixir and mailing the sample back to the lab for the results.

X-ray of nail being driven up a nose — **Okay, so, it was a little trickier than I said. I had to place that swab just right or it meant instant lobotomy.**

Then I read the small print.

Mind you, this was a UK government approved Covid-19 test. The small print on the package clearly stated that a negative result did not mean I did not have Covid-19 and a positive result did not mean I did have Covid-19. But, wait, don’t touch that dial, there’s more … if perchance I got a positive result it was likely that the test had picked up a remnant of flu in my system.

Waaaiiittt one pea pickin’ minute here…

Vintage cartoon of man scratching his head — **Didn’t many scientists say a year ago that Covid was just the flu?**

Hmmmnnn… so people are released from quarantine (or not) and allowed to fly (or not) or allowed to work (or not) based on the results of tests that the testers themselves admit are bullshit.

**What was that about spikes in cases? Cases of *what* exactly?**

Pay attention in the back…

The hallowed NY Times reported that the most widely used test in the US was returning 93% false positives!

The Supreme Court of Portugal found their test was returning 97% false positives!

A major lab in California could find no Covid in thousands of supposedly positive samples.

Remember these facts the next time you are fed scare stories about a spike in Covid cases in Sweden which is (Ahem) doing just fine without lockdown.

Ya ask me these Covid cases are as phoney as a three dollar bill. They are as fake as the “derivatives” wished into being by those nice vampire-capitalists at Goldman Sachs. You remember, those “investment packages” that contained nothing but debt, were worth bupkis and nearly bankrupted us all back on 2008.

Hassids dumpster diving — **A Goldman Sachs shareholder meeting in progress.**

Folks, ya gotta know the real thing from the counterfeit.

As we say in Brooklyn, “Ya gotta know shit from Shinola.”

As Cole Porter said, “Is this the real turtle soup or merely the mock? Is this Granada I see or only Asbury Park?”

I’m reminded of these other plain-speaking truth-tellers.

**Movie mogul Sam Goldwyn said, “Verbal agreements aren’t worth the paper they’re written on.”**

**John Nance Garner, FDR’s VP said, “Being Vice President isn’t worth a bucket of warm piss. ”**

The Steeplechase Park "Happy Face" — **Jack Antonio said, “This pandemic is a media-massaged, politically manipulated mass-hysteria and popular delusion. Don’t be a chump. Don’t fall for it.”**

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CALLING ALL BOYS

Okay, fellas, lissen up!

Last time out, I took the ladies on a tour of vintage how-to books plus ads in magazines and comic books to see what wisdom and good ol’ common sense was available to their grandmothers and even great-grandmothers.

Now, it’s your turn.

Believe it or not, there was a time when every boy was expected to be (and wanted to be) handy around the house and handy with his fists.

vintage ad for chemistry set — **Curious and capable.**

Vintage ad for Boy radio repair — **Strong and straight.**

Our enemies feared this breed of boy and began a constant campaign of criticism and ridicule against all the manly virtues that had been the norm.

The result?

Several generations of sissies who mutilate their bodies and are incapable of throwing a ball, changing a lightbulb, cooking a steak or winning fair maiden’s heart.

Vintage ad - Hey Skinny yer ribs are showing

If you are one of these suicides-in-training, I urge you to follow the advice of yesteryear and snap the fuck out of your deluded, deballed, deracinated life and fight your way back to he-man health and happiness.

If you are a mother, please raise your boys to be men not feminized mama’s boys.

If you are a woman, do yourself a favor and encourage the boys and men in your life to act like real men.

Ladies, you’ll thank me for it.

Ready, boys? Repeat after me, “Curls for the girls!“

Vintage photo - young boys lifting barbell — **Weight lifting is a cheap, fast and easy way to gain muscle, lose flab and increase testosterone.**

No excuses! You’re never too young or too old to get fit.

**The health “nut” Bernard Macfadden at 65.**

Hey, ya wanna meet girls?

Stop playing computer games and start playing a musical instrument.

Chicks really dig drummers!

They laughed when I sat down at the piano

Yo, Dudes, learn to dance!

Girls love to dance and they love boys who can dance!

vintage ad - America Is A Dancing Land — **Go to church dances and you will meet great girls!**

Don’t forget what they say about artists and models…

Vintage ad for art instruction — **Invite a dame up to your pad to see your etchings.**

Remember – our enemy wants you to be dumbed-down, doped-up, docile and dependent.

Don’t be that dipshit.

Read, read and then read some more!

You are the keepers of the flame!

You are the keepers of the watch!

You must hit the bullseye every time.

You must keep your powder dry!

Even The Bambino knew…

Armed with all those skills, you will be ready for your most important duty in life – being guardian of the family and our children’s future.

Thanksgiving Dinner — **Our eternal enemies hate and fear everything this image represents. That’s why they mock it.**

Boys, it’s time to grow up!

It’s time to put away your toys and become men!

Calling All Girls

While taking a break from rearranging my sock drawer and staring at the wall, I somehow stumbled across some vintage book covers and magazine ads. They seem to be from a pre-Jurassic world yet could not be more timely. I guess it’s true, “The more things change…”

It’s funny/tragic to see how straightforward and commonsensical things were “back then” and to see how much we have forgotten and can still learn from those who came before.

So grab a cup o’ Joe and stroll with me through this treasure trove of timeless advice for women.

Vintage magazine ad for female self-defense

Vintage magazine ad for armed woman and burglar

Vintage book cover for How to Use Jiu Jitsu

Vintage book cover for female self-defense book

The advice of yesteryear wasn’t just about being handy with your fists and shootin’ iron; though having a “classy chassis” and putting a tight grouping of six shots in an intruder’s torso is nothing to sneeze at. No, that advice was all about having a sound mind in a sound body.

Priceless wisdom then and even more so now and it holds double for men!

Read. Read. Read.

Read everything that’s not nailed down.

Read kitsch. Read classics.

Read.

Get off your phone.

Turn off your TV.

Read.

Men do make passes at girls who wear glasses!

Ladies, we need your feminine aspect, your wit, your wiles, your womanliness at its most natural and nurturing.

In the coming time of tribulation, we will need all of that plus we need you to be legally locked and loaded for bear!

Remember. Remember. Remember.

Who was that masked man?

The posters below were placed side-by-side on the wall of the London tube.

Ya couldn’t make it up!

MAN WITH FACE COVERING 1969

MAN WITH FACE COVERING 2021

… and ya tell me over and over and over again, ya don’t believe we’re on the Eve of Destruction.

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STOP THE PRESSES #5

You asked for it, you got it!
Here’s my latest hard-boiled homage to the tough-guy reporters of yesteryear – Walter Winchell and Jimmy Cannon.

Supreme Court cutie Ruth Bader Ginsberg crowed many times that her Jewishness shaped her judicial outlook . . . Not the Bill of Rights, the Torah . . . Not the Federalist Papers, the Talmud . . . Not the Constitution, the Kaballah . . . So I guess it was her Jewishness that made Ruthie promote lowering the age of sexual consent to twelve . . . TWELVE . . . TWELVE!!!! . . .

R.I.P. RBG

Decomposing corpse. — The last known living photo of Judge Ginsberg.

Here’s a definition of chutzpah: Ginsberg, the champion of affirmative action, hired only one Black law clerk during her forty year judicial career. FORTY YEARS. ONE BLACK . . . She claimed she couldn’t find any more who were qualified . . . I call that “affirmative action for thee but not for me” . . . The Noxious RBG spent her last four years on the bench in a coma with her law clerks propping her up like the eponymous hero of the movie Weekend at Bernie’s . . .

Poster for Weekend at Bernie's — That’s our gal Ruthie in the middle.

Had Ruthie not been so high-on-her-own-supply and convinced she was the “indispensable” woman, she would/could have retired when Obama was President thus assuring that someone equally toxic would have taken her place . . . Funny how karma bites even the most high and mighty on their high and mighty asses, ain’t it . . . But, waaaaiiittt a minute here, Ruth Bader Ginsberg said that the Black football players in the NFL (Negro Felon League) were “stupid and disrespectful” for kneeling during the national anthem. That’s not nice . . .

Colin Kapernick kneeling. — Yo, Colin, my man, the ‘fro, can we talk?

Saint Ruthie wasn’t the only extreme libtard with “surprising” views on race and sex . . . Che Guevera (the Left’s favorite pin-up) said, “Mexicans are a band of illiterate Indians” and “The black is indolent and a dreamer; spending his meagre wage on frivolity or drink.” . . .

Che (the most reproduced face in history aside from Christ) was no friend of the LGBTQ crowd. In fact, he called homosexuals “scum” and put them in concentration camps where they labored beneath a sign that wittily proclaimed, “Work will make you men.” . . . Some say that sort of anti-gay vitriol only comes from a closet queen. Hmmmnnnn . . .

Che Guevera dead. — Che doing his famous impersonation of Ruth Bader Ginsberg.

Speaking of the “lavender lads” – it’s being whispered in the corridors of power that Chief Justice John Roberts is “light in the loafers” and is being blackmailed by a certain tribe of rootless-cosmopolitans? . . . This explains his lurch to the Left . . .

Justice John Roberts and wife. — Roberts and his long-suffering *beard*, er… I mean, wife.

Not possible? Welp, the Mafia blackmailed and deballed the famous “crime buster” of the 1950s Sen. Estes Kefauver with pix of his pussy-hound ways . . .

Yup, Ol’ Estes made JFK look like a choirboy . . . As long as we’re talkin’ about choirboys . . .

Joel Osteen runs a mega-church in Dallas. He is the most popular televangelist in America.

This squeaky-clean holy-huckster isn’t preaching the Gospel. He’s just sprinkling a bit of Jesus over Napoleon Hill’s classic self-help book Think and Grow Rich . . . Hey, how come we let immigrants with tuberculosis, polio and even plague flood into our countries but if your dog isn’t vaccinated you’re in big trouble? . . . John Fogerty of Creedence Clearwater Revival had never been to Louisiana or even seen the Mississippi River before he wrote Proud Mary and other songs about the Bayou . . . In pre-WW2 Hollywood, actors were blacklisted for not being commies . . . Ronald Reagan’s film career tanked when “liberal” Hollywood blacklisted him for daring to clean the commies out of the Screen Actors Guild while he was union president . . . Morons who mock Reagan’s acting have never seen King’s Row, Juke Girl or Storm Warning . . .

Ronald Reagan and Bonzo the Chimp. — This scribe is no fan of chimp comedies but Ronnie was better with a chimp co-star in *Bedtime for Bonzo* than Cary Grant was in *Monkey Business*.

As long as were discussing simians in the cinema – George Floyd fucked-on-film in porn movies . . . This just in – evidence has emerged (seen by your reporter) that Georgie Boy Floyd was a longtime police informant (snitch) – that’s considered the lowest form of life in the ‘hood. . . Meanwhile, Floyd’s fellow-felon Jacob Blake whose shooting caused all the kerfuffle in Kenosha, Wisconsin had a habit of raping women including his baby-mama. He raped her while her young daughter was in the bed next to her. The insistent dusky Casanova forced his fingers into his beloved’s vagina, smelled them and opined, “It smells like you bins wit udder mens.” . . . His baby-mama tearfully testified to this and, ya know, we gotta believe the woman . . . She called the cops to arrest Blake. He attacked the cops, was shot while reaching for a weapon and was left paralyzed from the waist down . . . Mayhaps the unfortunate Blake’s sexual activity will be restricted to digital insertion (hopefully consensual) for the foreseeable . . .

Lorez Alexandria. — Jazz singer Lorez Alexandria was as good as any of ‘em and better than most.

But unlucky Lorez never had that all-important hit record so she never got the bookings and acclaim she deserved . . . One dame who got nothing but undeserved acclaim was Margaret Mead the most famous woman in Cultural Anthropology . . .

Margaret Mead with Samoan girls. — Here’s Maggie getting fashion tips from the locals. ‘Scuse me but isn’t that what’s called “cultural appropriation?”

Maggie was hoaxed by the South Sea island teens when she wrote her famous pro-Brown, anti-White study Coming of Age in Samoa . . . Turns out their society was actually very straight-laced and violent – not at all the peaceful, sexual paradise the dim-witted Mead portrayed . . .

Original book cover of Coming of Age in Samoa. — Cultural Bullshit

Mead was a student of the Jewish-Marxist Franz Boas. He invented the pseudo-science of Cultural-Anthropology which holds that a Bantu banging on a tree trunk in the jungle is of equal artistic value to the work of Bach . . .

Guess what? Franny’s famous skull measurement studies which supposedly proved racial equality have been exposed as totally bogus . . . Boas cooked the books to push his anti-White Marxist crap . . . He was as crooked as that other fraud Sigmund Freud . . . Meanwhile, I’m scratchin’ my noggin’ over why people who have never owned slaves should pay slavery reparations to people who have never been slaves . . . Heard on the Rialto and Rodeo Drive: Meghan Markle is the most pretentious, presumptuous twat in public life and has already worn out her welcome stateside . . .

The young Meghan Markle — The Woman Who Would Be Queen aka The Mulatto Greta Thunberg

Tell ya the truth, I’d sooner listen to political punditry from Scary Spice . . . Fred Astaire failed an early Hollywood screen test with this critique, “Can’t act. Can’t sing. Slightly bald. Can dance a little.” . . .

Here’s another showbiz “ouch” – Broadway producer Cheryl Crawford turned down Arthur Miller’s great play Death of a Salesman with this note, “Who wants to see a play about a traveling salesman?” . . . So explain to me why the same loons who say there is no such thing as gender are screeching that there must be a female President . . . Here’s some good news – the future belongs to the fertile. The gender-liquid brigade, the cis-phobic snowflakes and other assorted psycho-sexual misfits aren’t reproducing . . . Wanna know who is breeding? Mormons, Amish, Hasids, Muslims and Evangelical Christians. Looks like the future belongs to the fundamentalists, too . . .

Horace the Poet — The Roman poet Horace predicted this state of affairs with – “You can chase Mother Nature out with a pitchfork but she will always return.”

Bust of Epictetus — Epictetus, another Roman smarty-pants, cautioned people in the first century not to talk about themselves at dinner parties. The first century!!!

Winston Churchill, Dwight Eisenhower and Charles de Gaulle each wrote multi-volume histories of WW2 . . . These three wartime titans devoted about a paragraph each to European Jewry with no mention of gas chambers . . . Betcha didn’t know this – the British almost dropped the atomic bombs on Japan using their Lancaster bombers coz America’s B-29s were too small . . . Elvis Presley “The King” died on the “throne” whilst straining at stool . . . But even in the worst of Presley’s stupid movies there is at least one good tune . . . Barbara Streisand wanted Elvis to co-star with her in A Star Is Born but after one meeting with Babs, The King took a pasadena . . . Who sez Elvis was a dumb hillbilly? . . .

Elvis Presley in his coffin. — Elvis doing his famous impersonation of Ruth Bader Ginsberg.

Laurence Olivier almost played the Marlon Brando role in The Godfather . . . Robert Redford almost played the Dustin Hoffman role in The Graduate . . . Jackie Gleason almost played the Gene Hackman role in The French Connection . . . If you think Jackie would have been a weird choice then you obviously haven’t seen him in Requiem for a Heavyweight and The Hustler . . . “The Great One” was a great actor . . . Mary Baker Eddy, the deranged founder of Christian Science, insisted her flock eschew doctors and medicine coz the body and pain didn’t exist; only spirit was real and flesh was an illusion . . . But this holy-hypocrite secretly visited dentists where she insisted on massive doses of pain killers . . .

The young Mary Baker Eddy. — Mary Baker Eddy – 19th Century Bunny Boiler.

Surprisingly, the arch-cynic Mark Twain flirted with Christian Science then came to his senses and wrote a hilarious critique of the cult . . . For many decades, the Twain book was as rare-as-rocking-horse-shit coz Christian Scientists (on orders from the paranoid Mary Baker Eddy) found and destroyed copies . . .

Julius and Ethel Rosenberg under arrest. — The Jewish Communist traitors Julius and Ethel Rosenberg were guilty as hell of giving atomic secrets to Joseph Stalin

Uncle Joe was the second greatest mass murderer of the 20^th century second only to that other commie-creep – Mao Zedong . . . Your correspondent laughs and cheers when he imagines the repulsive Julius and Ethel frying in the electric chair at Sing-Sing . . . To his everlasting credit, Judge Kaufman (the Rosenberg’s co-religionist) who presided at their trial blamed them for the deaths of 38,000 American soldiers in Korea . . . That war only happened coz Stalin was emboldened by the nuclear weapons he had acquired thanks to the secrets the Rosenberg scum had given him . . . Another of the Rosenberg’s co-religionists – Congressman Samuel Dickstein actually took money from Stalin to betray America . . . And still they kvetch when people question their loyalty . . .

Julius and Ethel Rosenberg in their coffins. — The Rosenbergs doing their famous impression of Ruth Bader Ginsberg.

Since Lockdown more Brits have died from flu and pneumonia than from Covid-19 and that’s even accepting the massively exaggerated Covid death totals . . . On the other side of the pond, the New York Times reported that the most widely used Covid-19 test in America is returning 90% false positives . . . Say, don’t call me daffy, this Corona-hoax gets more apparent and preposterous by the day . . .

LEST WE FORGET

Sticky stool — **Ruth Bader Ginsberg lying in state.**

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