Dot and Barrie on a slippy slope down.
Then it’s back home quick change and out to the Flying Aces with Dot and Barrie.
Great Definition of Political Correctness
(4) Washington, D C 2120-September 1, 1945
To: D A MacArthur/C H Nimitz
From: H S Truman
Political Correctness is a doctrine, recently fostered by a delusional, illogical minority and promoted by a sick mainstream media, which holds forth the proposition that it is entirely possible to pick up a piece of shit by the clean end!
Sundance.
More PC bullshit from that March Hare PC bed wetting mayor:
Rusty old van.
Transport for London said yesterday that the phrase, which is believed to have its origins in the 16th century, will be scrapped to be replaced with “good morning everyone”.
The Tube, which handles 1.37 billion journeys annually, said that gender-neutral greetings will be applied to recorded announcements when they are updated this year.
Staff have also been urged to incorporate them into everyday greetings. Bosses will issue reminders to staff who continue to use “ladies and gentlemen”.
The change was made after months of campaigning by LGBT groups for a change in the “outdated” language used by train and bus staff.
Sadiq Khan, the mayor, said that TfL had to represent a “vibrant, diverse and multicultural city”, adding: “I am aware that some customers may not relate to or feel comfortable with the way that certain station announcements are made.
“I am keen that TfL addresses these concerns by speaking in a more neutral way when referring to gender.”
I don’t believe it! Where will it end. Doesn’t it just make you want to pewk.
Lucy the Moose.
Great talk very well received and then it’s time for lunch in the hospital restaurant before catching the bus back to our cars.
Lazy afternoon. Then in the evening we all troop up to the hospital for dinner on Wendy’s vouchers.
In the evening we sit out on the deck with Sam and Dominique round for drinks.
Linda Sarsour: Sharia is a Girl’s Best Friend
The charcoal king.
Afternoon Barrie and I go shooting again. This time we have a .223 assault rifle and then a .22 automatic handgun.
Today’s lesson in life is don’t go shooting with contact lenses in, wear your glasses. Dominant eye is set up for distance vision. Great I can see the target but the gun sights are out of focus. No good me getting me green card and joining the NRA then. Can just imagine if there’s an intruder I’d have to ask him to wait while I take me contacts out and put me glasses on. Then I could shoot him.
Provo Falls.
Just proves my theory about barbecue. Why is it that your average red blooded male chauvinist, who doesn’t even know where the kitchen is, let alone know how to even use a microwave, when confronted with a barbecue seems to regress into a 12 year old boy scout, burst out singing “Sing Gang Gooli,Gooli Gotcha” and want to cook baked beans and sausage on a barbecue. Much better to let her indoors loose in a state of the art kitchen.
“Come Be PC” – Social Justice: The Musical
Cannon firing at This is the place.
Home, quick change and shower ready for Archery at the NAC. Angela’s got on the afternoon course so I work with her. She’s really good, has a great stance, listens, remembers and does as instructed.
Preston Police have truly lost the plot with this entry on Facebook.
Awesome Indian hoop dancer.
The suggested incident took place in the ladies toilets at Popworld on Church Street in the late hours of Friday 31st March and we are now in the process of trying to find the woman to see whether she wishes to make a formal complaint.
If you think this was you, please call 01772 412683 or email 4162@lancashire.pnn.police.uk should you wish to take the matter further.”
Pots for rags. What on earth are the loony PC bed wetters doing. An insult to hard working coppers.
Mirror Lake picnic.
Manage to get dispensation from her indoors to go 10 pin bowling with the PC Geriatrics (AKA Park City Newcomers), it’s a bit like a teenage version of last of the Summer Wine on steroids, with plenty of high fives and loud, all American salutations – sadly only time for one game.
Dot and Wendy have a go with a Mormon Pioneer Handcart.
Bank robbery Mormon style.
Drive back along Emigration Canyon and stop at Ruths Diner for lunch. Finally time to try a Root Beer Float and see if the ice cream therein can turn the popular ALL AMERICAN antiseptic drink, also known as Root Beer, into something that doesn’t make you dash for the nearest spitoon. It seems to do the job, although raw unpolluted Root Beer still taste like antiseptic and no doubt has enough calories to feed a Mormon family of 12 for a week.
Mormon dancing.
Barrie and I pop to the liquor store for some essential supplies. I splash out on a great Limited Edition Hennessy Brandy I’ve had my eye on.
Lunch at Ruth’s diner.
I really admire the Mormon religion, as far as religion goes, they seem pretty benign, do a lot of good, have a great sense of family and their kids are so respectful. All credit to them.
Have quite a bit in common with Muslims, in that the name of their religion both start with “M” and they have two “M’s” in it. And thats about the only similarity. In my view the world would be such a better place if all muslims donned the magic underwear and were forcibly converted to Mormons.