Too many talking heads dance around the real subject. I like to net things out. Tim Walz is a guy who the guys at the bar would say is “light in the loafers”. He reminds me of the flamboyant middle school music teacher that your instincts tell you to “give a wide berth” in dealing directly with him.
Have you seen him at rallies? All jazz hands and limp wrists, with too much smile?
No man wants to look to his left, or right, and see Tim Walz in the foxhole with him.
These are just facts. You can force me to accept, you can force me to be comfortable when my core being natural reaction is discomfort.
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Had to wipe down the cook top today after making lunch. Based on today’s paper towel costs I’m pretty sure I used $ 18.63 worth of paper towel to get the cook top “sparkling clean”.
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While we are on the subject, and yes I am obsessed with paper towels, thank you, what is with the packaging. 8 = 16, 16 = 32, WTF? How about I buy paper towels. You sell them to me, and we don’t play games with roll width so I know what the Hell they are costing me. In any sane world a collection of villagers would go to the paper towel plant, find the marketing guy who came up with all this bullshit, and beat him with sticks until he relents, and removes the numbers crap from the packaging. I wouldn’t relent with the beating until I was asking him “and what does 8 equal”?
Eight.
A few more stick whompings
“What did you say”?
Eight.
“Are we all on the same page now, can we stop hitting you”?
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I’m drinking far fewer beers, but better. No idea where this Modelo came from, but it’s a damn fine bottle of beer. But why does the bottle stay so chilled when it’s empty?
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All the cars I want to drive are forty grand more than I want to spend. All the cars I can afford are ass.
Once you’ve had upgraded leather seats, neck warmers, cooling seats, fully adjustable seats, a full tilt and slide steering wheel, an upgraded sound system, and a car that eliminates all outside noise, you can’t go back. Add in an AC unit that frosts the dashboard and I can’t go back. I won’t go back. I’m not a cloth seat guy anymore.
Sure I grew up in Parkville. But I got out. I escaped. I found better. I can’t go back.
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Herman luck was with us for a change recently. We normally don’t leave the North and head South to Florida until October. But this year we were finished early with the North, and missing home. So we set sights on returning the weekend of the 28TH. Since I’m too old to make it all in one shot anymore, and can add in a sales call or two, the wife inquired about stopping in Asheville, and seeing the Vanderbilt mansion. The plans were set, head out, stay overnight in Asheville a night or two, then head South. But I got homesick and wanted home earlier than the 28TH, and so off we went a weekend ahead. And picked Wilmington as a destination stop instead.
And we all know what happened to Asheville going into the weekend of the 28TH.
I pray for all those affected, and I say ‘but for the grace of God there go we”.
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Living in Florida is a constant battle with foliage. Everything grows, and grows, and grows. Trees need to be trimmed back about every six hours it seems. I’m in a battle with three frangipani right now that makes the “War of the Roses” look tame.
When “Fall” comes to Florida, and for you uninitiated, yes, it does, and those leaves come down in bulk I’ll be gathering them up by the thousands and thousands. They’ll clog the pool filter. Litter the patio. What looks full and lush now will become a nightmare overnight.
Thank God I took down the nine coconut palms that were here when we arrived. Those falling coconuts smashed car windshields, and had to be removed in bunches. A constant threat in high winds.
The entire front-of-the-house grouping of plants is an eye-sore and an abomination. But I cannot bring myself to have a landscaper change it all out. I keep telling myself it has an “Old Florida” appearance. The same nonsense I told myself when we got a white concrete roof instead of the newer, more modern and attractive metal roof.
If you are ever considering a move to Florida, be warned. Plants here grow by the second. They are as relentless as a liberal female trying to get their way. Practically unstoppable.
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Based on their recent snub of the Republican VP candidate I’d say “Boycott Primanti Brothers”, but the chances of me ever visiting that utter craphole Shitsburgh, Pennsylvania in this lifetime are less than zero. It isn’t a boycott if you were never going to get the chance to eat a Primanti Brothers sandwich anyway.
A chubbier, less attractive population simply cannot be found anywhere in America. Certainly not a chubbier, less attractive population clothed in all black-and-gold. From their looks to their accent the denizens of Shitsburgh, also known as “Yinzers” are the lowest form of human life in American existence. Citizens there take pride in their collective ignorance. You could graduate college in Shitsburgh and be required to take remedial math and English in order to enter third grade in any other major American city.
We used to be able to keep the general population there underground. Frankly it was the best place for them all. There isn’t a bridge in that entire city that isn’t a rusted trap, ready to fall into some fouled and poisonous waters surrounding that town.
I pity the three rivers stuck meeting there forever.
Only in that town would someone put French fries inside the roll and think they came up with a genius idea for a sandwich.
Nuptials there should come with a weight limit. Everyone in that town appears to be trying get wider than taller, and are in a hurry to do it.
Cleveland is God-awful, but compared to Shitsburgh the place is a Ritz Carlton.
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I need “forever money”. Don’t you?
The kind where you write a song in 1964, and some sixty plus years later, you are still getting paid. Or the kind where you make a TV show in the 90’s, and keep syndicating it and syndicating it for play on stations across the nation, and keep getting paid over, and over, and over for things you did and got paid for way back then.
I’d like to go back to 1970 and buy up all the “I Love Lucy” franchise. Whatever they would have wanted for it back then would look like chump change today.
We should all tell our kids, get into a profession where you can make “forever money”. Like collecting building rent. Owning boardwalk real estate. The Ocean will always be a draw. Always.
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I saw a disturbing meme the other day that got me thinking. Which as you all know is a bad thing, those that read here regularly.
The meme said that original sin began when Eve convinced Adam to take a bite of the apple. That was the start of it all going bad for mankind. We got thrown out of the Garden of Eden for that one.
And then it said that we are all using a device and on the back of that device is an apple, with a bite taken out of it.
How could Jobs have known back then that it would become so ubiquitous? How?
There has to be an intended connection. Has to be.
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I used to have to attend a trade show in Las Vegas, I would stay in one of the two hotels attached to the convention center where the trade show was held. Walking between the two hotels you’d pass shops, restaurants, and bars in the causeway connecting the two. There was a sports memorabilia shop there, and every day you’d take the walk to the convention you’d look in to find Pete Rose sitting at a folding table, a pile of photos and baseballs to be signed, at the cost of $ 100. In those early morning hours walking over the bridge-like hallway, I stopped to check out what he was charging, and just to meet the man. I was never a big baseball fan, I wouldn’t pay anyone for an autograph, not even my all-time hero Luis Aparicio.
There was a sad quality to the encounter. Pete sitting in the middle of this small store, all alone. Looking aged, tired. A dozen plus balls in a pyramid to his elbow. The man had made and spent millions, and was so broke he had to peddle his autograph to get by. Even the tidy pension plan in baseball couldn’t support his lifestyle. Even at the end of a long day at the trade show I’d look in, and he’d still be sitting there. Sitting all day to peddle just a few signed balls.
How ridiculous that they’ve kept him out of the Hall of Fame while today MLB is so in bed with big gambling it is a constant theme. Gambling is everywhere now.
Posthumously do the right thing MLB writers, put the man in the Hall.
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Can you imagine the mainstream media if a Republican President had spent the weekend on a beach while a hurricane wiped out small towns in Georgia, and the Carolinas?
Biden spent the weekend supine in a small lounge chair as towns were devastated by flooding, and hundreds died. And the media? Not a peep.
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And while on the subject I can’t recall an election ever in my lifetime where they began to send out the Vice President to respond to tragedies and other topics looking all “Presidential” as they ran for the Presidency. The President himself took to the podium in such cases.
Not now.
We have Kamala at FEMA, standing and talking as if our current President, photos now appear showing her striding across the tarmac looking very “Presidential”. A serious countenance.
What kind of photo-op bullshit are we being fed here? Why is she standing tough at podiums speaking as if she is now the leader of the Free World? Biden is asleep on a beach and the powers-that-be want to feed us a strong and forceful “already doing the duties of the Presidency” Kamala.
Are you falling for this crap? Is anyone?
Are all the single miserable cat ladies out there swooning over Kamala striding to Air Force Two in her elegant sixty grand plus necklace, snapping off a salute to the attending military personnel, and looking all tough and Presidential?
Because I see it, and think, who are they trying to fool with this crap.
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Kamala is in grocery stores buying Doritos, she is discussing Doritos on a podcast show. Are Doritos the new “Hillary keeps hot sauce in her purse”? Some reach out to the “community” to show the bonifides?
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Do you think that the US government would sit idly by as cartels in Mexico, and South American countries rake in billions and billions annually in drug profits?
Do you think they’d allow criminal organizations to accumulate billions and just sit on the sidelines?
Or, could our own CIA be integrally involved with the global drug trade, using the DEA only to prevent competition from the major players they’ve gotten into bed with and are profiting from into the billions? And then using those billions to fund the nefarious campaigns they could never get approved through proper spending channels.
I just don’t think our CIA would sit and watch Columbians become billionaires many times over to the extent they can buy up all the choice real estate in cities across Columbia, and in effect take over the country with illegal profits, and the CIA would just shrug. The same with the Mexican Cartels. They own all of the Acapulco resorts now. The entire town. All drug Cartel controlled. All of Mexico is a Narco-state.
And you sit there thinking our CIA and government is taking a laissez faire approach?
They’d meddle in Guatemala over a boatload of bananas.
You think they’d ignore hundreds of billions of dollars to be gained absent tracing?
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Does anyone under 60 use the Post Office? It’s the land of the living dead in there.
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Exactly where do these little teeny-tiny gnats originate when fruit goes even a little brown in the fruit bowl? Five spots on a banana and suddenly gnats everywhere.
Leave the bowl in the middle of the table during dinner, you end up with half-a-dozen swimming in your red wine.
One day with no fruit, or fresh fruit; no gnats. No “no-seeums”. A peach gets a brown spot, all of the sudden they are everywhere.
I don’t know how they get into the house. How they get to the fruit. And how there are so many of them so quickly.
I only know that when you uncork a sixty dollar bottle of wine, the wife gets upset when she has to pick out three or four of the little buggers from her glass of grape.
Am I an idiot for not knowing how they arrive suddenly? When a banana goes bad?
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If latest developments cause WWIII, leave me out. No one from this family is going to fight unless they come ashore. None of the warmongers in DC ever go and fight. Ever.
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No matter how great an influence you think The Beatles were, you aren’t giving them enough credit. Everything that came after had their stamp, their mark, was created in some measure because The Beatles had existed.
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Let’s go! Bring on those Diddy tapes, hand me some popcorn. I want to see the high and mighty brought low.
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