Ebonee Davis. Photo by David Bellemere.

At last, a politician delivers on a promise of transparency.

“As they discussed the impact the coronavirus was having on the country, the 66-year-old politician began to remove her clothes … (She) did not realise that her webcam was still running, prompting screenshots of the mishap to circulate on social media.”

Her dad, a Civil War veteran, was 83 when she was born. Unable to read or write, she suffered from from mental disabilities and therefore qualified for federal financial support as a “helpless adult child of a veteran.”

Odd fact: At one time or another, her father fought for both sides in the Civil War.

In order to illustrate that Trump gets unfair special treatment from Twitter, one guy created a new account and simply Tweeted the exact same thing as Trump. He was soon suspended for twelve hours, exposing Twitter’s hypocrisy.

Stay tuned. He’s going to resume when his suspension is lifted, although it may not work now that Twitter is aware of his scheme.

The other half can’t imagine how that could be possible.

Bringing to mind that great folk song:

“An Irishman, I am, I am, I drinks me Irish booze …
and if you don’t like me Irish song, I’ll throw up on your shoes!”

By the way, I hate to disappoint my fellow stereotypists, but the Irish do not lead the world in per capita alcohol consumption, despite their best efforts. Pussies. They drink a lot, but not as much as Czechs or Germans. They also trail behind Lithuania and Moldova, and consume about the same amount of alcohol as the French or most Eastern Europeans.

and apparently surprised to see a paparazzo

You ski a while. You shoot a few elk. Ski some more.

I’m not sure if they score it by stopwatch or by body count.

Probably both.

Reminds me of that famous song from American Sportsman, the 1960s show in which Curt Gowdy would take some time off from incompetent baseball announcing in order to enter the wilderness and do rugged, manly stuff, like bludgeoning baby seals, with a rugged, manly guest star like Bing Crosby or Phyllis Diller:

Follow me through virgin forests
Follow me to rippling streams
And if God is willing
Some elk we’ll be killing
Come, follow me

Anyway, that was a particularly prolix way to say that a biathlon star, Miriam Neureuther, looks great without her top

Hate her teeth. Love everything else.

It’s posed, not a candid shot, and the pic has been enlarged far too much, so you should absolutely refuse to look

Dutch Field Hockey stars Ellen Hoog and Eva De Goede – bootylicious