And we arrive at another Friday. What an interesting week it has been here on the interwebs of the alt right. As I repose here in my pleated dressing gown on another wintery morning in the Melbourne summer that never was, it occurs to me that despite all of the interesting goings-on I really care not one whit, and as long as I have a glass of something good, a cigar that is noble, a home that is warm, and a wife that is obedient, then I have all that is good in the world. What joy.
Oh, who am I kidding. I care, baby, I care. On to the links and the resident hawtness.