Honest to God there are times I do things so abjectly stupid I begin to question whether I have any intelligence at all. Lately I’ve had a hankering for a pulled pork sandwich. But the last two times I visited the local bar-b-que joint the product was really substandard. The roll was stale, the product wasn’t as tasty as usual, just drowned in sauce. A terrible culinary experience.
So the wife was away, I’m wandering through the grocery store, I see a tub of “Authentic Pulled Pork” in the chilled section. The wrapping extols the virtues of what is inside. “Real coal fired pork, slow cooked.” The picture made it look fantastic.
Hey, yeah! Why not buy this, there is already a fresh baked loaf of bread in the cart, this will be fantastic, a great lunch. And besides, the stuff from the local bar-b-que joint has been awful.
Oh my God. This was the closest thing to dog food I’ve ever consumed. Every bite I literally became more, and more embarrassed that I had purchased factory made garbage and deluded myself that it might be a quality product.
What at my advanced age did I ever expect buying a tub of pork goo and thinking I was going to have a pit bar-b-que taste experience?
My tiny brain goes to levels of fancy sometimes, and wants to live in a world of what could be, unburdened by what has been. And the result is, I ate dog food for the first time in my lifetime. Calling that stuff dog food is really an insult to Purina.
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Everyone else watches the Ravens win with 5 touchdowns thrown by Lamar. And they see Henry run roughshod as if he is a man playing amongst boys.
I see a defense that can’t make a stop, yields 31 points and is a sieve at “garbage time”, letting a substandard offense walk downfield against them.
And all I can think is, wow, if this was Mahomes, he’d clean our clock and bring the team back for a big comeback win.
Sure my Ravens won. But the defense is just awful. Mahomes will throw for six hundred yards against that secondary. They better run, run again, and run some more to keep Mahomes off the field. Or KC is heading to another Super Bowl.
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Feel like I got over like the fat rat. Went to the very expensive “Palm Beach” upscale market yesterday. The fanciest food market in town. Italian, but they have everything, the most beautiful seafood and meats I’ve ever seen displayed.
So the Wahoo was on sale cheap, got that. Pink Shrimp were on sale, got that. And the wife has been asking for salmon, and that was on sale. By the time I added some veggie sides, I was out-the-door for eighty-five dollars. To be able to table four or five of the best meals you could ever eat. I’ve never walked out the door of the place for less than a hundred dollars. Ever.
Best feeling I’ve had leaving a grocery store since the Trump Administration.
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The one dog we have left, almost sixteen and sprightly, has shown some spark recently. I actually began to think maybe what she needs to get out her funk over the boy dog passing recently is a puppy. Bring out her mothering instincts. Give her a puppy to nurture, juice her interest in life again. I think a six week old puppy purchase would make her feel young and energetic again.
And then I come back to reality and realize, buying a puppy is a travel nightmare, shackling us to the house, and forcing us to drive on smaller vacations with dogs in tow, as opposed to flying across country with ease.
Not to mention the constant replacement of all three throw rugs throughout the house.
The existing old girl can get over her depression. No pups. Sometimes I come to my senses before the awful pork purchase.
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On a scale of one-to-ten how exhausted are you over this election season? How much does your jaw drop as you flip channels and see Jake Tapper talking, or God forbid Rachel Maddow or Morning Joe?
Have you figured out yet that the morning shows are all a DNC ad, and when you include “The View” the television is a non-stop Democrat commercial? Have you noticed every article linked to “Real Clear Politics” is from the viewpoint “what do the Democrats have to do to win”, or “How do the Republicans get away with such lies”.
Never “Why the Republicans are leading this race”. Ever.
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I am fully against early voting, mail in voting. Only in extreme cases should mail in voting be allowed.
But hypocritically, I’m going to go vote early. I can’t wait to get this vote over.
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Are you tired? Just exhausted with politics?
You know what I think really does it? Being told that your lived reality isn’t real.
When the talking heads say the economy is great, people are happy, inflation is gone, and we should be grateful to the current administration.
As if we all aren’t shocked over insurance bills, the cost of gas, the high cost of groceries or dining out.
I think that is what really exhausts us all. They’ve always lied. They’ve always leaned far left. But telling us that what we experience firsthand isn’t reality, that just makes you too damn tired for words.
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A family is going through our small neighborhood and buying up houses just like my own. They then tear it down and build a modern, “California style” box that does look amazing, everything a white and black contrasting color scheme, crisp and bright. Not necessarily “Florida”, but hey, these new builds look really fashionable.
They must have done “tear downs” on seven, maybe eight homes at this point. You can drive through the small neighborhood and they stand out, all fresh, bright, and so stylish.
If this keeps up, in a dozen years or so, the entire neighborhood will be fancy, “California” style modern boxes, looking just fabulous. And expensive.
And then there will be our home.
A 1964 relic of “old Florida”, looking all dilapidated next to all the bright new style.
I’m thinking of taking some hedges down, painting a concrete railing, planting a few annuals. You know, “modernize”. That’s about what we can afford to do.
Yeah. That’ll make us look like “we belong”. Hey, at least we don’t have a Manatee mailbox.
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I may have mentioned here that I’ve been trying to import mattresses from Ireland to sell here. We are having trouble creating a model that will appeal to a particular market segment. They’ve sent samples, but that was a disaster. They looked great, but were 50% heavier than a standard US mattress. And though it was two-sided, a firm side and plush side, I found sleeping on the “plush side” to be hard as a rock. Reminded me of a trip to China where I got no sleep at all. Every hotel mattress was hard as concrete.
During the conference call to tell the Irish plant we need to work on “sample 3.0” and make some necessary changes, they were amazed that the “soft” labeled side wasn’t “soft enough”. Their own experience with the product was that it was extremely soft.
I told my Irish compatriot that perhaps growing up poor here, and the last child of six in an Irish American family, maybe I got used to sleeping in a “swayback” worn out mattress early on, since my parents never purchased new bedding in the 24 years I lived at home. And the mattress was so “soft” from use, with worn out springs, I’ve just developed a preference for a really soft mattress. After all, I told him, sleep is subjective.
He never even smiled at my comment, which I thought was humorous.
Even my own people don’t understand me. Must be why they are having trouble making a sample I can get behind.
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Wife just returned from a business trip, said it looks like I gained weight. I told her that she should know in no uncertain terms I didn’t have any alcohol while she was away. In fact, I was near bedridden feeling awful most of the week, as if the Covid had returned. I still have the cough. So there. I was a good husband, home every night.
What I didn’t tell her was that I figured out how to use her smoothie machine to make banana milkshakes, and drank one every night for a week. The whole “pulse” thing shook me, I thought I’d broken her machine and was in big trouble. But once I got past the fact it was pulsing on, and off on it’s own, I kept making banana shakes.
I’m no nutritionist, I don’t even play one on TV. But I’d guess banana shakes every night are fattening. Especially when the full smoothie blender makes a cup, and a half.
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One of the three daughters went to Alabama. So naturally we became Nick Saban fans, and began to root for them. Went to a few home games. Paid to send her to a few national championship games, watch them win the big one.
Watching the “no more Nick Saban” version of the team this year is awful. They’ve lost that swagger, that “we are coming here to kick your ass” attitude.
My first time ever pulling into Tuscaloosa we stopped into a station for gas and the pick-up truck in front of us had a back window sticker as big as the back window that said ‘Ain’t Skeered”, in that herringbone pattern that Alabama is famous for using.
I had no time to add loyalty to yet another team, another daughter had gone to “The U”, and so we’d become Miami fans. I didn’t need to add Alabama.
But seeing that truck decal made me laugh for ten minutes. That sticker was it. Said it all. “We ain’t skeered”. Of anyone or anybody. And to me, that epitomized Alabama football. Bring on the biggest and best, we “Ain’t Skeered” to take them on.
I hate to see this new coach lose that “rip off their head and shit down their neck” attitude in year one. I mean, this is Alabama. Nothing less than playing in the championship each year is good enough.
That coach already has to go. He seems “Skeered”.
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The two-day “mailer” at the Post Office that started out at $ 4.95 delivered anywhere in the US in two-days is now almost $ 12.00.
Privatize the Post Office and give it to FedEx to run. The placed is mismanaged to a ridiculous degree. The other day walking into the North Palm Beach Post Office it smelled like a pot factory. The place wreaked.
The Post Office is an anachronism. Give it all over to FedEx. They’ll do a better job. My bet is, costs would go down.
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To me there is something sad about rockers playing well into their 70’s. Why do they do it? Did they waste all their money on bling and cocaine? Multiple marriages? Are they so broke they have to still be on tour?
Is it the adulation? As if it is some kind of drug to get up on stage, play an almost fifty year old song, and hear that applause once again?
At this point I’m convinced that Stevie Nicks is mentally ill. So upset over life choices, and selling off all for the pursuit of career, that performing is all she has. Absent performing, she has to sit home and face the consequences of too many failed relationships, not having any family and children, and being rich, lonely, and empty. At least she feels “love” on the stage. But man, that hotel room after, that must feel like a morgue. There must be some serious highs and lows.
Even those that have serious cash, a Billy Joel, still gets on stage and tries to rock.
Good God, give me his cash. I’ll show him how to live, really live, absent ever stepping on stage again.
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I am still struggling to replace Dunkin’ Donuts coffee around here. If you have any recommendations, leave them in the comments section. The coffee aisle appears to be split into two groups. Starbucks style “too much chicory” ass harsh and bitter crap. Or milquetoast “Folgers” style coffee so bland and light as to be flavored water. There appears to be no in between. I hate Starbucks style coffee, it tastes like ass. No wonder everyone in line has to add whipped cream, cinnamon, and twenty other bullshit ingredients to make the stuff palatable.
Someone recommended Rifle-something a few weeks back, but I’m just not one to order anything online. I’m in Publix three times a week, much more convenient to get something there. I could wear a threadbare shirt and I won’t order a new one online. I just don’t buy things online, something about having to wait for delivery. I’d rather drive to Publix and grab and go.
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Democrats biggest fear is Trump getting into office and exposing their corruption. This has nothing to do with him being “Hitler”, and everything to do with him uncovering that J6 was the Whitmer kidnapping plot writ large, with some 500 government agitators in the crowd attempting to frame MAGA as dangerous extremists.
And if he puts an audit team on the Ukraine spending, be prepared for shock. They stole all of it. Zelensky himself said less than 30% got to the battlefield.
You steal from a four hundred billion dollar slush fund, you can steal some serious cash. If you don’t believe they were stealing by the tens of millions, wow, I sure hope you don’t vote.
If you asked me why I am skeptical about a Trump win, when he should win in a Nixonian landslide, well, I just don’t see how they can allow anyone in who might look into their corruption. Nancy should be in cuffs day two for insider trading alone. Schiff slept with a Chinese spy. General Milley called China behind Trump’s back, that is treasonous. This is stuff all written about in the press, not speculation.
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Barstool Sports reports that some random attractive blonde is “retiring” from Only Fans after three years having made roughly sixty-seven million dollars in revenue from the site. I’ve never been on Only Fans, but I can figure that it is women showing salacious photos, or even getting naked for the camera, for the titillation and gratification of a mostly male audience. How wonderful.
We are a sick society when a bottle job blonde of medium good looks can show her wares and bring in that kind of money. It speaks to a moral bankruptcy.
But further, it indicates that we have amongst us way more Incels than perhaps we’d care to recognize. Which is a big problem. Why aren’t young men finding companionship? Why aren’t men and women dating, experiencing relationships direct, why do they have to seek out internet “encounters” to satisfy an urge?
I’ve seen videos on Youtube, interviews, of young women out and about, where they are quizzed about what they seek in a man. The answers are patently ridiculous. I’ve seen scores of women say they are looking for a man “at least six foot, who makes at least a quarter million a year, who is a nine or above”.
Excuse me. Do they understand they’ve just narrowed down their potential dating pool to less than one percent?
And these are women you wouldn’t necessarily cross the street to meet. In the interviews they don’t appear to be very bright. Attractive maybe, dressed well maybe, but not very bright.
I’m aged, it’s been forty plus years since I was in the dating pool, but I think things have changed and changed big.
The internet, Tik Tok, Instagram, everyone sees others getting the handsome hunk, the rich football star, living a glamorous life. And they think they deserve the same.
We’ve created an entire nation of young involuntarily celibate. Singles. Well into advanced age. Never married.
Only Fans should never be a substitute for actual human connection and relationships.
That can’t be good for America’s future.
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I’m finding the less information I have in betting a football game, the more I win. I’ve looked up team stats and bet based on having the actual statistics of the individual athletes, and lost every one. In three instances in the last week the player I bet to perform never even got into the game. Hard to have a guy catch “over 20.5 yards” of passes when he never enters the game. Well how is he averaging 26 yards per game this year if he doesn’t play?
And I’m chicken shit. I’ll feel that the team getting 2 1/2 points is absolutely going to cover, but since they are a bad team I won’t bet it. Even though “home dogs”, underdogs playing at home, are usually a good bet.
So I’ll go to the over-under, so I don’t have to pick a side. Last night the over-under was 48. Right to the last minute both teams had combined for 48 points.
How do they do that, hit the damn number so close? And I can’t win over-under, ever. It is a 50/50 proposition roughly, and I win those at about a fifteen percent pace.
It isn’t much. Twenty here, ten there, I’ve been playing off the same three hundred all season, and it has been so much fun to bet, that even if all three hundred tanks it’s been worth it.
But it has to be a bad idea to bet Louisiana State just because it’s the only game on a Thursday night when you can’t even tell someone what color jerseys they wear. Or name even one player. Or the coach.
Funny how the same idiot who will stand in Publix debating whether to add a $ 5 snack to the cart will throw twenty dollars away three hours later on a college game where they don’t know either teams jersey colors.
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I find that the Washington Posts’ refusal to endorse a Presidential candidate this year seriously instructive. This is the paper of record, the paper that took down a sitting US President. A sitting Republican President.
They lean so far Left as a paper editorially that it is comical.
And they aren’t endorsing Kamala, perhaps the first woman President?
Could this be that big in the bag for Trump?
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Costa Rican coffee at Publix. Gevalia, you can make it a bit stronger and it’s nice.