Answer: Yes. And I’d also prefer one that is kind, compassionate, strong willed enough to tell me when I’m full of crap, likes babies and children, is well read/reads a lot (two different things but it is nice when there is overlap), loves liberty, hates commie bastages, and either owns a gun or is willing to learn to shoot because if some bastage comes after our kids when I’m not there I hope she will ventilate them so much they look like a cheese grater. Also, if she looks hot in a sundress and makes a mean sammich, well, that’s a plus.
“None of your problems…”
Eh. Some billionaires are problems. The Communist/Socialist/Marxist ones. Not because they are rich, but sometimes how they got rich. And what they do with that money (fund riots, psyops, lawfare, skinsuiting institutions, etc).
“Kamala’s Accomplishments”
Inaccurate. She didn’t draw any lines, nor stick by them. Also, the paper is white. She’s more of a slut-white-that’s-been-out-of-the-wash-for-too-long. Y’know. A tan kind of color, not black and definitely not white.
“You’re not for women’s rights…”
Extra points for bugger hook off the bang switch and the suppressor and decent cheek weld, but proper eye and ear pro is always good to have at the range. 3/5.
“Women trying to be extra…”
This works. Believe me, random person on the internet. Just try it. You might just like it. Screw the drugs, just hate the government. Try the freedom. Your first taste is free…
“World nuclear arsenals…”
I do not now, nor have I ever self identified as Jeff. But I will say I admire the heck out of that guy…
“Never let them force you to wear pants.”
Well, obviously. Can we at least talk about closing down a few governmental agencies first though? Just to get in the mood?
“Executive dysfunction”
Turning vice into a virtue one missed vice at a time.
Milei/Jimmy Swaggart(?) memes always funny. After listening to that version of Rudolph where Dean Martin gets bored enough to give Santa a German accent and refer in the final chorus to “Rudolph the red-d*** reindeer,” I am moderately sure he would be down with all these increasingly disturbing riffs on “That’s Amore.”
Probably supposed to be “It’s weird to not have men compete in women’s sports”
While they’re at it, why not just eliminate weight categories from boxing? I’m sure a scrawny little 130-pounder would do just fine against Tyrus. (In case you don’t know, he’s 6′ 8″ and around 320 lb) Yeah, I know he’s a professional wrestler but I bet he could box if he wanted to.
Jeff reminds me of an error check I left on a printout that the boss (supervisor’s supervisor) took to an industry conference and presented. Someone asked about it. There are (well, were—and are) no generators in the US running at other than 3600 or 1800 rpm. Sorry, Dennis. (The number was zero on the bar chart.)
So “Jeff” is the code name that the Federation of American Scientists found out about for Ghost, living over in that Caravanserai in Georgia, the country not the state?
You know (if you have a vinyl copy) if you play a country song backwards, you get your dog back, your truck back, your wife back,… (Umm, I just realized what I typed; that doesn’t always work; I no longer have a turntable anyway.)
For one person, I have probably 6 or 7 years wine supply, otherwise that log entry is pretty close.
“Ever since my mama went to prison
Life around the farm ain’t been the same
But when they let her out last Tuuuuuuesday
She drove her goddam truck into a train.”
(Steve Goodman, one of his closing verses for “You Never Even Call Me by My Name” (AKA, the Perfect Country-Western Song) )
I got drunk with my dog when my wife was put down My fields done told me they identify as swamp My truck went to prison for causin’ global warmin’ And the sheriff gonna shoot me for votin’ for Trump.
Signs of age and fandom – when you see the trim on the uniform and know exactly which series and who the character is. (Commander Adama from the original Battlestar Galactica)
I’ve been that owl, back when I flew for the air ambulance company.
We had an M35 when I was on the rural FD. Great way to move 1000 gallons of water and run enough hose to do some good. Needed (but didn’t take) ear-pro when I had to take it into town–flat tires were an occupational hazard and we didn’t have any spares. OTOH, it had a really nice exhaust note.
With or without winch? And yeah, driving several hours to Ft. Benning (whatever) w/o hearing protection did my ears no good. Thing lacked four years being as old as me.
No winch that I recall. Before I left the department (long, ugly story), I was trying to resurrect an M35 that had been set up as an urban interface rig. 750 gallon tank, but I left before it came up. The people who took over the department didn’t bother with it, and it went to the rural (very) used truck & stuff dealer.
After a vary rough start, the people in the nearby department who got that brigade (non-tax supported–anathema to TPTB in Oregon) got their act together. The area that the brigade supported finally allowed itself to be annexed to that department, and they’ve upgraded equipment and from what I’ve seen, it’s pretty well squared away. My sense of survival had me staying away from them for several years, but it’s better now. Much better. OTOH, I’m way too old to volunteer.
Don’t know what changes came down from above, but something did. Our local volunteer fire department got force incorporated into City of Eugene, then bond went through to combine Springfield/Eugene into one huge department. What was frustrating is with the all volunteer department our home insurance fire rating was better than now with the fully staffed Eugene, now Eugene/Springfield departments. Which forced home insurance increases. While we are county, we are not rural county. The odds of a wildfire affecting us is zip to none. Anything is possible. Highly improbable.
The story I heard was that a subscription-based private fire service refused to put out a house fire when the relevant house wasn’t a subscriber. TPTB got wind of it (one guesses the non-subscriber had friends in Salem) and the State Fire Marshal declared that no non-public fire outfits could be dispatched via 911 Firecom. $TINY_TOWN RFD was subscription based, but if your home burned, we’d try to save it (usually unsuccessfully; protip: See flammable solvents next to a woodstove in a manufactured home. We saved the pumphouse with a couple cords of random firewood in a pile next to it, but the house was totaled. OTOH, we usually handled wildfire Initial Attack. And it showed.)
As a result of a messy situation (that I got to be part of, oh joy), the tiny public district inherited the then-defunct non-public one. They got the equipment (mostly old) and the building, but gained responsibility for a large area that wasn’t in the tax district. (“Be careful what you wish for. You might get it.” And they got it hard.)
They tried an annexation measure, but their performance at the time was horrible, and it crashed big time. I carefully said nothing about the situation in public (sense of survival…), but after a dozen or so years, a) they got better, b) people saw the advantage, and annexation passed. One side effect was that the old board of the public district got kicked out, and a) more accountability happened, b) somebody who could write grant applications happened. (Not positive on the latter, but the used equipment is a lot better than what we had.)
Feelings calmed considerably over the years. I was able to thank the chief (who was in place when the brigade became their problem child) for their medical assistance in ’21. Might have been dangerous to interact back in ’09…
The volunteer fire department was part of the area tax water district. Part of the problem is “new” in the last 30 decades. While the area is now officially part of the city urban growth boundary, there are huge swaths that are not city, served by the water district and volunteer fire department, and large pockets of new city development and infill. If new building in the growth boundary you are city even if single lot subdivided off existing not-city large lot. Ditto with any new developments going in. Eventually the developments will encircle the not city areas and we’ll be forced into incorporation (good luck with that, we tend to vote “no”, probably not enough to matter anymore, but still a huge bee sting in their bonnet). The problem became jurisdictional. Not that either would refuse to respond let alone put out a fire if not the appropriate jurisdiction, but ultimately was a PIA administratively and departmental insurance. Same with the ultimate Eugene/Springfield/Rural integration. Not resenting the response. Just resent the downgrade in home insurance fire response rating. Which I also get. We went to one large station, from 2 smaller stations. We now can’t hear the alarms at the one, until trucks roll, where we used to hear both the volunteer station alarms, and know which one it was (SE alarm then Irving RR, NE horn then Irvington RR), and also know when the trucks rolled. Used to be a 3rd west of us, but it closed down before I left for college.
We did have a tank, more or less. People would see the Blue Whale coming and get out of the way. This was in the ’70s, until we parked it, in ’80 (sold ’85). Blue Whale was a baby blue ’58 Plymouth Power Wagon. Went where 4×4 feared to go. Not kidding. Ten of us head up to top of Mary’s Peak outside of Corvallis. About 4 feet of new snow on the ground and road, road was not plowed. Came along a pickup, stuck, with a bunch of young men digging it out. Hubby (early boy friend then) stops the Whale and asks if they needed help. They stared at him and the whale, shook their heads, went back to digging. Whale just plowed on up to the top parking lot. Had no problem coming back down either. I barely could drive the Blue Whale. Not because of it’s size or power, but because the seat mechanisms were flaky. Set for hubby’s 6’2″, I could barely move the seat so that my 5’4″ frame could reach the petals. Even then getting the seat high enough came in under the heading of “just barely legal”. It was great for parking too, for some reason no one wanted to park next to it.
One memorable commute, I was behind an older Chevy Suburban. Something had gone haywire, and the rear axle was mounted askew, so that the back of the beast was offset a couple of feet from the front tires. Nobody wanted to be close to it.
The brown disgrace. OLD suburban, with the front left shoved in and no front bumper. (It was like that when we got it.) The car I drove when the kids were little.
Did not require a pillow behind or under me. But my legs got to stretch out. Could not have driven it if had been manual. I could see over the dash, through the top of the steering wheel. But could only see way in front of the hood. Even now 40 years since we sold, and 43 years since last had to drive the thing, my standard for vehicles is I have to be able to set the seat so I can see over the hood! Immediate cut if I can’t, as some sales people have learned over the years. Get in (who am I kidding, generally climb up in), adjust seat, go “nope”, hop out. Let hubby explain. Applies to cars or pickups.
Middle sister is 5’2″. Our grandmothers were shorter yet. One never learned to drive. But the other one you could barely see her in the driver’s window driving their pickup. She had to drive, grandpa had advanced glaucoma (guess who I inherited it from).
Couldn’t remember if that was the song (“Black denim jacket and motorcycle boots”) or a Harlan Ellison story whose title escapes me. ‘Twas the song. I don’t think we had the song as a single, but I sort of remember it. (“Sink the Bismarck” and “Battle of New Orleans”, got heavy play by very young RCPete. IIRC, A & B side singles. Johnny Horton for the win.)
Shy, polite, and gentle women? Yeah, that’s pretty much true. Except some men prefer trying to domesticate the later. And usually regret it.
Cambodia? Don’t even have to think about it. Do not infringe further on the 2nd Amendment; and remove the infringements that have been un-Constitutionally placed on it.
You KNOW they’re going to try to fraud her into office just like they did the current Cucumber in Chief.
And imagine what the 3 letter agency men in black are going to do to help them.
Problems? Yep, that’s pretty much true. Although Bill Gates was a problem long before he became a billionaire.
Vicki Weaver, Samuel Weaver, and their dog; all murdered by the U.S. Marshalls and the FBI.
Accomplishments? Uh, Where’s Willy?
Or enslave us, which is just a slower form of death.
If you’re in my house, and my wife or I did not invite you in, you are a valid target. Drop your weapons, drop whatever you are carrying, and leave immediately, and you might actually make it out alive.
“No black pills.” Quite so. I’ll be spitting on the bootsole as it comes down.
Even though I am reminded today (Saturday) of the Heinlein story “Jackpot!” Especially after just seeing that the sunspot count is at its highest in more than twenty years – and still nowhere near the peak of the cycle.
It does say something that every time there a dark-skinned national candidate on the D side, it ends up they are but several generations in their ancestry from slave-owning, and no ancestral exposure at all to slave-being.
If I look close there’s about 1/8 inch at the bottom of the screen where I can scroll briefly through one line of headlines at a time, before the “subscribe” button pops up and covers it. Above that is a site index.
The Reader notes that the editorial page, while not as bad as the National Review, is still stuck in the Reagan 80s. They don’t want to fight the current culture war. The WSJ has had the Reader vacillating on whether to cancel his subscription for a while now, but there is still enough useful business news that he keeps it for the moment. It is fun to notice that the most slanted stories there are always closed to comments.
According To Hoyt 
SFBS!
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Regarding…
“Men will choose…”
Answer: Yes. And I’d also prefer one that is kind, compassionate, strong willed enough to tell me when I’m full of crap, likes babies and children, is well read/reads a lot (two different things but it is nice when there is overlap), loves liberty, hates commie bastages, and either owns a gun or is willing to learn to shoot because if some bastage comes after our kids when I’m not there I hope she will ventilate them so much they look like a cheese grater. Also, if she looks hot in a sundress and makes a mean sammich, well, that’s a plus.
“None of your problems…”
Eh. Some billionaires are problems. The Communist/Socialist/Marxist ones. Not because they are rich, but sometimes how they got rich. And what they do with that money (fund riots, psyops, lawfare, skinsuiting institutions, etc).
“Kamala’s Accomplishments”
Inaccurate. She didn’t draw any lines, nor stick by them. Also, the paper is white. She’s more of a slut-white-that’s-been-out-of-the-wash-for-too-long. Y’know. A tan kind of color, not black and definitely not white.
“You’re not for women’s rights…”
Extra points for bugger hook off the bang switch and the suppressor and decent cheek weld, but proper eye and ear pro is always good to have at the range. 3/5.
“Women trying to be extra…”
This works. Believe me, random person on the internet. Just try it. You might just like it. Screw the drugs, just hate the government. Try the freedom. Your first taste is free…
“World nuclear arsenals…”
I do not now, nor have I ever self identified as Jeff. But I will say I admire the heck out of that guy…
“Never let them force you to wear pants.”
Well, obviously. Can we at least talk about closing down a few governmental agencies first though? Just to get in the mood?
“Executive dysfunction”
Turning vice into a virtue one missed vice at a time.
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I am suddenly struck by how much the Olympic logo looks like a blond with a Karen cut….
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My husband hadn’t noticed that. He’d only seen the flame.
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C4C
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c4c2
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Milei/Jimmy Swaggart(?) memes always funny. After listening to that version of Rudolph where Dean Martin gets bored enough to give Santa a German accent and refer in the final chorus to “Rudolph the red-d*** reindeer,” I am moderately sure he would be down with all these increasingly disturbing riffs on “That’s Amore.”
Also liked Molotov Cockatiel and Loki.
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One of these things is not like the others…
Someone needs to remove “It’s weird to have men compete in women’s sports” from that list.
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Probably supposed to be “It’s weird to not have men compete in women’s sports”
While they’re at it, why not just eliminate weight categories from boxing? I’m sure a scrawny little 130-pounder would do just fine against Tyrus. (In case you don’t know, he’s 6′ 8″ and around 320 lb) Yeah, I know he’s a professional wrestler but I bet he could box if he wanted to.
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6′ 8″ and 320#? That’s why I carry around a couple of extra pounds. My man Sam didn’t just make women equal…
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Hector hangs out at my bird feeders and eats lots of seeds. Our son calls him a, “mullet bird.”
(For the record, Hector is a Rdped-bellied Woodpecker).
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Centurion: “Do you know the punishment for a slave who attacks a Roman citizen? Okay, you, you had your hand up first.”
Onlooker 1: “Death by torture!”
Centurion: [bored voice] “No. You?”
Onlooker 2: “Crucifixion!”
Centurion: “Wrong. You.”
Onlooker 3: “They shove a living snake up your ass!”
Centurion: “No, but that’s very creative.”
— ‘History Of The World, Part 1’
I’ll bet Mel Brooks never thought it would actually happen, though.
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Jeff reminds me of an error check I left on a printout that the boss (supervisor’s supervisor) took to an industry conference and presented. Someone asked about it. There are (well, were—and are) no generators in the US running at other than 3600 or 1800 rpm. Sorry, Dennis. (The number was zero on the bar chart.)
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So “Jeff” is the code name that the Federation of American Scientists found out about for Ghost, living over in that Caravanserai in Georgia, the country not the state?
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“Patricio”.
(grin) SPQB
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I detect a theme for most of the memes.
You know (if you have a vinyl copy) if you play a country song backwards, you get your dog back, your truck back, your wife back,… (Umm, I just realized what I typed; that doesn’t always work; I no longer have a turntable anyway.)
For one person, I have probably 6 or 7 years wine supply, otherwise that log entry is pretty close.
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“Ever since my mama went to prison
Life around the farm ain’t been the same
But when they let her out last Tuuuuuuesday
She drove her goddam truck into a train.”
(Steve Goodman, one of his closing verses for “You Never Even Call Me by My Name” (AKA, the Perfect Country-Western Song) )
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Woke country song:
I got drunk with my dog when my wife was put down
My fields done told me they identify as swamp
My truck went to prison for causin’ global warmin’
And the sheriff gonna shoot me for votin’ for Trump.
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And I could so hear that being played on the Dr. Demento Show, if it still was.
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Only good song by rascal flats
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Signs of age and fandom – when you see the trim on the uniform and know exactly which series and who the character is. (Commander Adama from the original Battlestar Galactica)
I’ve been that owl, back when I flew for the air ambulance company.
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Joakim’s not wrong about the tank.
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When I had long commutes in Silicon Valley, a tank would have made US101 so much more pleasant to deal with. (At least for me…)
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Just remembering, fondly, what I managed with a jeep, deuce-and-a-half, and an M113.
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We had an M35 when I was on the rural FD. Great way to move 1000 gallons of water and run enough hose to do some good. Needed (but didn’t take) ear-pro when I had to take it into town–flat tires were an occupational hazard and we didn’t have any spares. OTOH, it had a really nice exhaust note.
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With or without winch? And yeah, driving several hours to Ft. Benning (whatever) w/o hearing protection did my ears no good. Thing lacked four years being as old as me.
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No winch that I recall. Before I left the department (long, ugly story), I was trying to resurrect an M35 that had been set up as an urban interface rig. 750 gallon tank, but I left before it came up. The people who took over the department didn’t bother with it, and it went to the rural (very) used truck & stuff dealer.
After a vary rough start, the people in the nearby department who got that brigade (non-tax supported–anathema to TPTB in Oregon) got their act together. The area that the brigade supported finally allowed itself to be annexed to that department, and they’ve upgraded equipment and from what I’ve seen, it’s pretty well squared away. My sense of survival had me staying away from them for several years, but it’s better now. Much better. OTOH, I’m way too old to volunteer.
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Don’t know what changes came down from above, but something did. Our local volunteer fire department got force incorporated into City of Eugene, then bond went through to combine Springfield/Eugene into one huge department. What was frustrating is with the all volunteer department our home insurance fire rating was better than now with the fully staffed Eugene, now Eugene/Springfield departments. Which forced home insurance increases. While we are county, we are not rural county. The odds of a wildfire affecting us is zip to none. Anything is possible. Highly improbable.
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The story I heard was that a subscription-based private fire service refused to put out a house fire when the relevant house wasn’t a subscriber. TPTB got wind of it (one guesses the non-subscriber had friends in Salem) and the State Fire Marshal declared that no non-public fire outfits could be dispatched via 911 Firecom. $TINY_TOWN RFD was subscription based, but if your home burned, we’d try to save it (usually unsuccessfully; protip: See flammable solvents next to a woodstove in a manufactured home. We saved the pumphouse with a couple cords of random firewood in a pile next to it, but the house was totaled. OTOH, we usually handled wildfire Initial Attack. And it showed.)
As a result of a messy situation (that I got to be part of, oh joy), the tiny public district inherited the then-defunct non-public one. They got the equipment (mostly old) and the building, but gained responsibility for a large area that wasn’t in the tax district. (“Be careful what you wish for. You might get it.” And they got it hard.)
They tried an annexation measure, but their performance at the time was horrible, and it crashed big time. I carefully said nothing about the situation in public (sense of survival…), but after a dozen or so years, a) they got better, b) people saw the advantage, and annexation passed. One side effect was that the old board of the public district got kicked out, and a) more accountability happened, b) somebody who could write grant applications happened. (Not positive on the latter, but the used equipment is a lot better than what we had.)
Feelings calmed considerably over the years. I was able to thank the chief (who was in place when the brigade became their problem child) for their medical assistance in ’21. Might have been dangerous to interact back in ’09…
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Count not be dispatched by 911. Happened end of 2007, from what I knew.
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The volunteer fire department was part of the area tax water district. Part of the problem is “new” in the last 30 decades. While the area is now officially part of the city urban growth boundary, there are huge swaths that are not city, served by the water district and volunteer fire department, and large pockets of new city development and infill. If new building in the growth boundary you are city even if single lot subdivided off existing not-city large lot. Ditto with any new developments going in. Eventually the developments will encircle the not city areas and we’ll be forced into incorporation (good luck with that, we tend to vote “no”, probably not enough to matter anymore, but still a huge bee sting in their bonnet). The problem became jurisdictional. Not that either would refuse to respond let alone put out a fire if not the appropriate jurisdiction, but ultimately was a PIA administratively and departmental insurance. Same with the ultimate Eugene/Springfield/Rural integration. Not resenting the response. Just resent the downgrade in home insurance fire response rating. Which I also get. We went to one large station, from 2 smaller stations. We now can’t hear the alarms at the one, until trucks roll, where we used to hear both the volunteer station alarms, and know which one it was (SE alarm then Irving RR, NE horn then Irvington RR), and also know when the trucks rolled. Used to be a 3rd west of us, but it closed down before I left for college.
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We did have a tank, more or less. People would see the Blue Whale coming and get out of the way. This was in the ’70s, until we parked it, in ’80 (sold ’85). Blue Whale was a baby blue ’58 Plymouth Power Wagon. Went where 4×4 feared to go. Not kidding. Ten of us head up to top of Mary’s Peak outside of Corvallis. About 4 feet of new snow on the ground and road, road was not plowed. Came along a pickup, stuck, with a bunch of young men digging it out. Hubby (early boy friend then) stops the Whale and asks if they needed help. They stared at him and the whale, shook their heads, went back to digging. Whale just plowed on up to the top parking lot. Had no problem coming back down either. I barely could drive the Blue Whale. Not because of it’s size or power, but because the seat mechanisms were flaky. Set for hubby’s 6’2″, I could barely move the seat so that my 5’4″ frame could reach the petals. Even then getting the seat high enough came in under the heading of “just barely legal”. It was great for parking too, for some reason no one wanted to park next to it.
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One memorable commute, I was behind an older Chevy Suburban. Something had gone haywire, and the rear axle was mounted askew, so that the back of the beast was offset a couple of feet from the front tires. Nobody wanted to be close to it.
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The brown disgrace. OLD suburban, with the front left shoved in and no front bumper. (It was like that when we got it.) The car I drove when the kids were little.
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I have a cousin who might be five feet nothing. She was restricted on her first driver’s license to a pillow.d
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How did she drive a pillow? What endorsement is that? :-P
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Did not require a pillow behind or under me. But my legs got to stretch out. Could not have driven it if had been manual. I could see over the dash, through the top of the steering wheel. But could only see way in front of the hood. Even now 40 years since we sold, and 43 years since last had to drive the thing, my standard for vehicles is I have to be able to set the seat so I can see over the hood! Immediate cut if I can’t, as some sales people have learned over the years. Get in (who am I kidding, generally climb up in), adjust seat, go “nope”, hop out. Let hubby explain. Applies to cars or pickups.
Middle sister is 5’2″. Our grandmothers were shorter yet. One never learned to drive. But the other one you could barely see her in the driver’s window driving their pickup. She had to drive, grandpa had advanced glaucoma (guess who I inherited it from).
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..the Terror of Highway 101…
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Couldn’t remember if that was the song (“Black denim jacket and motorcycle boots”) or a Harlan Ellison story whose title escapes me. ‘Twas the song. I don’t think we had the song as a single, but I sort of remember it. (“Sink the Bismarck” and “Battle of New Orleans”, got heavy play by very young RCPete. IIRC, A & B side singles. Johnny Horton for the win.)
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No, definitely not.
Fondly picturing taking tank to work on the highway, yes….
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Shy, polite, and gentle women? Yeah, that’s pretty much true. Except some men prefer trying to domesticate the later. And usually regret it.
Cambodia? Don’t even have to think about it.
Do not infringe further on the 2nd Amendment; and remove the infringements that have been un-Constitutionally placed on it.
You KNOW they’re going to try to fraud her into office just like they did the current Cucumber in Chief.
And imagine what the 3 letter agency men in black are going to do to help them.
Problems? Yep, that’s pretty much true. Although Bill Gates was a problem long before he became a billionaire.
Vicki Weaver, Samuel Weaver, and their dog; all murdered by the U.S. Marshalls and the FBI.
Accomplishments? Uh, Where’s Willy?
Or enslave us, which is just a slower form of death.
If you’re in my house, and my wife or I did not invite you in, you are a valid target. Drop your weapons, drop whatever you are carrying, and leave immediately, and you might actually make it out alive.
Jesus take the extension cord? /laugh
I think the phrase, “In Seine” has a new meaning.
Oh, and I wish I was Jeff, on steroids.
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French for “Sh(HONK!) River”
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You know, that made me think – Willy Brown has never said whether she was any good at that job – or just available.
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“No black pills.” Quite so. I’ll be spitting on the bootsole as it comes down.
Even though I am reminded today (Saturday) of the Heinlein story “Jackpot!” Especially after just seeing that the sunspot count is at its highest in more than twenty years – and still nowhere near the peak of the cycle.
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Democrats really, really, hate when people leave the plantation:
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My hubby’s name is Jeff…..
His garage is pretty full of stuff and so he did build himself an extra shed for his “motorcycles” while on COVID lockdown.
Things that make you go hmmmm.
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From A Stress Analysis of a Strapless Evening Gown and Other Essays for a Scientific Age:
“Simple man can make a shroud,
But physics gives you a mushroom cloud.”
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It does say something that every time there a dark-skinned national candidate on the D side, it ends up they are but several generations in their ancestry from slave-owning, and no ancestral exposure at all to slave-being.
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Look, when the flaming bird tells you her name is Phoenix, you don’t call her Molotov Cockatiel.
Ask Australia about birds starting wildfires if you think arguing this is a good idea.
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Looking like the Molotov Cockatiel is going to be the new spirit animal of Southport, England.
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Less than… Sure we can go with that.
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Anything you want to confess to, hon?
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Nope! Prosecutions are significantly more difficult without a confession.
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There’s assembled and there’s components.
Having a spare alternator does not mean you have two cars.
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This is enough to make the Reader despair. https://www.wsj.com/lifestyle/careers/powerpoint-party-gen-z-slideshow-f82e7ee7?st=vpq46ddjp8ccph1&reflink=desktopwebshare_permalink
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Removed? It doesn’t even get a redirect.
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Hmmm. Works okay for the Reader. It is the free link subscribers can share that they put on a lot of stories.
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Works fine for me. Wish it hadn’t…
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If I look close there’s about 1/8 inch at the bottom of the screen where I can scroll briefly through one line of headlines at a time, before the “subscribe” button pops up and covers it. Above that is a site index.
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I was able to open the article and read it.
Response is: “WTH? Why?!!!!! Oh, hell No!”
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I know.
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BUT the WSJ has become an echo chamber of the left, so….
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The editorial section is still pretty solid.
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The Reader notes that the editorial page, while not as bad as the National Review, is still stuck in the Reagan 80s. They don’t want to fight the current culture war. The WSJ has had the Reader vacillating on whether to cancel his subscription for a while now, but there is still enough useful business news that he keeps it for the moment. It is fun to notice that the most slanted stories there are always closed to comments.
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My knitting needle hangs out with your crochet hook.
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We treat them as consumables. I buy them by the dozen…
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Mine breed. The knitting needles just get coiled up together. (I prefer cable needles).
When we had Boscoe and Booger (the cat) I caught Booger knocking knitting needles off the kitchen table for Boscoe to chew.
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Reminder of one of the results of communism:
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A great example of the end-state of “green”.
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