Because You’d Never Tire Of It
Attention, rail commuters. I bring fresh hell.
Britain is an embarrassment. wtf is this? pic.twitter.com/nfD17EHtu7
— Hazel Appleyard (@HazelAppleyard_) July 5, 2025
You see,
It might be the end of Pride Month 2025, but with Thameslink, journey with us with Pride all year round… Our railway is for everyone and we’re proud to celebrate love, diversity and togetherness, with our #ThameslinkTrainbow, of course!
And remember, if you’re gay, everything is about TRANSVESTISM, VAMPING AND GLITTER.
Oh, and for those of you mystified by the chanted number,
Text 61016 if ever something’s not right.
Should you see something untoward during your journey.
No, don’t go. I have more.
Consider this an open thread. Share ye links and bicker.
They’re not making me feel included.
Here’s a new favorite, a woman on TikTok who’s the founding member of the We Do Not Care club.
An episode
An episode
An episode
Spot-on delivery. No notes.
Some of the youngs hearing Fleetwood Mac’s “The Chain” for the first time.
When your fantasies don’t come true because you’ve been lied to, and there’s no turning back.
Well, quite. Were I of a disposition that craved continual, year-round affirmation of my notional identity, my demographic box, I very much doubt that fat, vamping transvestites would help on that front.
TFW you hate being right.
Daaaaark humor.
Earlier this morning, we drove past a branch of Dunkin’ Donuts, in the window of which an enormous sign announced:
The distinction between every day – occurring daily – and everyday – humdrum and routine – having somehow escaped the designers of said sign and the company’s management.
“Our coffee is cheap… and unremarkable.“
“French citizens”
On the bright side, it is sort of like a bath.
Daaaaark humor.
Every look at someone and think it’s a shame they can only be executed once?
‘Our railway is for everyone…’
no, clearly not for people who just want to get to work school or the shops in peace and quiet
Recall how Terry Pratchett poked fun at retailers with with shop signs full of misplaced punctuation.
I can happily settle for unremarkable.
God, please make it stop.
The BBC website, ostensibly a place for news of import, seems to have at least one item involving drag queens pretty much every day. Such that one might get the impression that it’s now considered a legitimate and obvious news topic. Politics. Economics. Farcical transvestism…
I can’t comment on Dunkin’ Donuts coffee, having never ventured into one. But it has to be said, their signage didn’t sway me.
The last time I tried to get on British Rail, they were on strike. Seeing this, I now believe I dodged a bullet.
I’d literally pay to see the Moslem version of this!
Tragic as that is, it’s still a person who whatever their mental faculties are, is apparently old enough to have had some say in the decision to mutilate themselves. The people, overwhelmingly women, who are doing this sort of thing to little boys, most otherwise perfectly normal, is the real problem. It’s so bizarre how most people either ignore or deny that it happens. Even while famous people brag about doing it to their children.
[ Peers in fridge. Eyes leftover noodles. ]
Mental, but at least harmless.
Mental, possibly harmless (the dolls need something from the actual person).
Mental, of course a “professor”.
[ Chomping. ]
It would be like being trapped in some Keith Haring nightmare. Or the entrance to the Brain Club, just as the Ecstasy is kicking in, circa 1991.
[ Chomping. ]
Related, she’s going to fight for food stamps. I guess it would be uncharitable to suggest the real reason she is so upset.
As Instapundit often quips, “Maybe letting the enemies of our civilisation teach our children was a mistake.”
I think we can safely say her growth has not been stunted. Physically, at least.
That was very specific. 🤔
It was quite an evening.
If someone says their goal is to destroy america (or UK or…) believe them.
My thumbs would fall off.
At best the damage can be minimised . . . if it’s not gone too far.
Would it be invidious to ask if this is limited to male-to-female ‘transitions’?
Well . . . they’re not lying.
While attending a marketing conference, I attended a lecture by some guru who told an interesting story about British Rail. He said the service was looking to revitalize itself with a new image through an expensive advertising campaign. One ad firm took up the challenge and insisted that BR execs leave their bunker and attend a presentation at the agency offices.
When the execs arrived they were asked to wait in a too small area with limited seating and strewn with garbage. 15 minutes were allowed to pass and someone casually brought them cold coffee in styrofoam cups. After another 10 minutes had passed, they were rudely called into a meeting room for the presentation.
The agency head told the execs to sit then asked them how they enjoyed the morning’s experience. Flustered execs offered their complaints. The agency then explained that, based on their research, that was the average British Rail customer experience: trains were seldom on time, employees were rude and uncaring, litter strewn cars were the rule and the food offerings were cold and bad.
Excuse me while I vomit my guts out,
Attention, rail commuters. I bring fresh hell.
Hell indeed! Why do they do their eyes like that? I’m seeing this a lot – it’s not even the overly-made-up woman look you expect in drag – it’s barely human. It’s like that look illustrates what a certain kind of man thinks of women.
In the US, after the federal government went after any christian who dared speak out about this sort of thing in schools, the name on the winning Supreme Court case against it in Maryland was Mahmoud. The religion commonly associated with that name has not been mentioned in the news. Considering London’s new demographics how are the mayor’s co-coreligionists appreciating this bombardment?
“See it, slay it, sorted!”
Irony truly is dead.
The Divine look-a-like would be the first to be slayed.
Eats, Shoots and Leaves by Lynne Truss
I’m amused that Leftists are continually confused on how to react to J.D. Vance. They either try to mock him for his ‘hillbilly’ family/upbringing or sneer that because he did make it to the Ivy Leagues (then Senate then VP) his referencing his hardscrapple youth is “fake” “inauthentic” … kind of like his military experience means nothing to them because he wasn’t in a fox hole engaged in combat.
This mental case really goes the extra mile in creating J.D. as some caricature from Hee Haw, right to putting nipples and chest hair on the crocheted doll.
Fascinating [Spock sotto voce]
Class snobbery explains a great deal of leftist behavior.
Key & Peele: the bank job
According to my friends, their coffee is not bad. A necessity for a business built on selling coffee and donuts. (And yet Starbucks is successful selling burned coffee, or so I hear, so they must be serving a different niche.)
FFS, for some stupid reason my curiosity got the better of me and I clicked on that. The music, especially that insipid beat, makes it even more annoying.
When parents insist that the kids go find something not — x-box — to do.
Noted.
Heh. On the one hand it’s a simple song, BOTOH…the more important OH…five kids that young syncing up like that is impressive. For kids that young, kudos.
Hey, we forgot to celebrate the anniversary of the Battle of Waterloo.
Heh. This conjures memories from the 60’s and 70’s.
Another ‘heh’.