Baker Mayfield is a testament to the fact that there are some supreme assholes in charge in the NFL. Brainless automatons who can measure the speed of a forty, but not the benefit of having heart.
Men who would have cut Raymond Berry the first week of August for being “slow of foot”. I know, I know. I went to the wayback machine for Raymond Berry. Hey, I’m a Baltimore kid.
I may be a huge Ravens fan, but if Baker Mayfield were to win a Super Bowl I’d be standing in front of the television clapping for him. He had to endure complete and utter idiots in Cleveland. Got a measure of decent support in LA, and now has emerged in Tampa Bay the quarterback he always could have been, if the people coaching him in Cleveland knew what they were doing. Which they did not. At all.
The biggest disappointment in watching football is seeing wasted talent. Which is on display every damn week.
How come KC can plug-and-play a fast slot receiver and do damage week, after week, and no other team can replicate what they do? Because their coach knows football, and understands talent. And most importantly, how to use the talent.
Watching Lamar in Baltimore stunt Zay Flowers growth by not being able to hit him in stride, watching the coaches not even have plays to use him the way a KC coach would to free him up in space with the ball, it sickens me. With Lamar to Flowers it is always a jump ball.
If KC had Flowers he’d be the next Tyreek Hill. Instead Baltimore just wastes him.
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I don’t know who first said “we don’t hate the mainstream media enough”, but man they nailed it. We really don’t hate the mainstream media near enough.
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People who order strawberry-banana milkshakes should be culled from the herd, quarantined, and studied. They aren’t quite right.
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The internet is a danger to the Deep State, which is why they must control it all. At this point we can watch film of Victoria Nuland discussing installing a puppet regime into Ukraine, we can see what happened after our state department actually overthrew the government there. We can see the repercussions in moving Russia to act. We can see how our State Department is attempting to provoke a war with nuclear armed Russia. We can see the entire money laundering enterprise that is “Fund Ukraine”.
It’s all there if you care to actually investigate “Jimmy Dore” style. You can see the timeline. You can view the grift.
The first thing Trump should do should he be able to take office again would be to eliminate the entire State Department. Those people are insidious, foul, conniving and insane actors for the Deep State. The worst kind of people imaginable, which is how and why they wanted and allowed Hillary to take it all over.
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One of my pet peeves is having things left on top of the stove. A tea kettle. A washed pan. It makes me nuts. I always worry a burner is left on, and an overheated kettle or pan is going to start a fire that takes down the entire house.
Why must the wife leave these things on top of the burner, albeit unlit?
Does she not know that I am obsessive compulsive, and this will bother me no end?
Aha! Perhaps we all know now why she does it.
All I know is, if you leave nothing on top of the stove, nothing will cause an issue if a burner is left on. Just as if you never jump from a plane, you’ll never have to worry about dying in a skydiving accident. Oh wait, they could fall on you just walking around, just drop from the sky and land right on you.
Need to work on my analogies. Right after I get that kettle off the stove, and that just washed pan too.
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I hate waste. I grew up a kid of want, so I hate to waste perfectly good stuff. This Summer our daughter had a gathering here with friends, they were drinking some kind of alcoholic seltzer. Stuff I wouldn’t drink if you paid me cash. That party is long over but there is an unopened twelve pack of the stuff sitting on the floor in the corner of the kitchen.
I”m going to try to pawn it off on the pest control guy who just arrived, I don’t want it to go to waste. If he doesn’t take it, it’s going into the trash. Somewhere in a convenience store near here a kid is buying a twelve pack with some of his last cash, and here I am throwing the same stuff he is buying out, makes me feel bad.
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My wife was never a waitress, or hostess, or worked in a restaurant or bar. I worked as both a waiter and bartender. I guess that is a different breed. We were sitting in our new “Sunday morning place” having Bloody Mary’s and breakfast when a young male local came in, who clearly knew the bartender well, and said “I want a Bloody Mary but I want you to stir it with your finger”. The female bartender quickly replied “no problem, but I have to charge extra”. Neither one laughed. Clearly regular banter between the two.
But for some reason this set the wife into fits of laughter. Uncontrolled laughter.
The wife doesn’t understand the mindset of the average restaurant worker. That kind of chatter is as normal as “86”.
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Just saw a chart that demonstrated a steep decline in US male fertility rates from around 2000 on.
What happened back then, what is now part of our normal existence, that could impact such a thing? Something that happened in 2000, and is still happening, but didn’t happen prior to 2000?
A phone in our pockets? Use of the internet? Some food additive? This just isn’t normal. For sperm production to just drop all of the sudden to alarming levels.
My bet is on the phone. Right there in all our back pockets. Drawing in waves and signals never before absorbed into our back pockets.
What say you?
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We always think we live in the best times. That everyone before us, they had it worse. But living this season on the Eastern Shore of Maryland I began to envy the Native Americans who were here long ago, who settled the region, long before the White Man arrived.
What an idyllic life. Seafood galore. Deer, rabbit, geese, duck. A short walk into the bay or tributary providing all the clams, oysters, crabs, mussels, or fish you could possibly want to eat. Four beautiful seasons to experience. Air so fresh you enjoy taking a breath. The ocean nearby for a swim. Sunsets that wash the sky in a beauty that is unsurpassed.
They didn’t worry about insurance costs. Auto repairs. They had no worries about a mortgage. The Ravens starting 0-2.
All they had to worry about was eat, sleep, and sex. What a life.
Deer or Flounder, dear, or how about surf ‘n turf? What a life.
Too bad we all arrived and sneezed.
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Speaking of milk shakes, what ever happened to the ice cream parlor? Why won’t a modern day Friendly’s make it in today’s economic world? Do grandchildren not want an ice cream cone anymore? Does no one in America want a greasy cheeseburger and hot fudge sundae? What happened?
What ever happened to that “Farrell’s” place, it was always crowded.
You want Americans to get along again, be more neighborly?
Open up ice cream parlors across America.
Who can hate with a mouthful of hot fudge, whipped cream, and vanilla?
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Anyone live in South Florida who knows podcasting? You put a “The Five” show online, a real one, not the softball crap on Fox, with real Americans and a real agenda culled from today’s news and trending topics, you’ve got a “winner”.
And though I am “visually challenging” put me on the panel. I can stir it up. I could piss off half the country by myself in just minutes. Give me half-an-hour I’ll piss off the whole country.
I tell the unvarnished truth, which is sorely missed in America today. I’ve got no Left-Right agenda. Just sensible views.
I have zero talent for filming. And broadcasting. And editing. I’ve always been good at public speaking though.
If you are anywhere from Miami to Orlando, and know how to put on a podcast, you should call me, I have ideas. Move the fuck over Joe Rogan. The real people are here to converse. Hell, my buddy and I can sit on the beach and solve all of America’s problems in two hours of conversation. Until the wives get tired of listening to us speak. In an hour a week we could solve half the nation’s problems.
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My daughter bought a bread baking machine. Or at the very least is somehow into making Sourdough bread. Right now she has a Sourdough loaf with jalapeños, Sourdough plain, Sourdough with cheese and olives, Sourdough cinnamon rolls even. And jars of “starter”, whatever that is. She has transformed her kitchen into a Sourdough production facility.
I told her that 97.2% of all Sourdough bread you consume in your life is in the 3 1/2 weeks after you get the machine to make Sourdough.
I made it up. But I’ll bet it’s damn close.
I don’t even like Sourdough bread.
In fact, I’m particular about bread. The place I’ve been drinking all those Bloody Mary’s is a bit too Ciabatta obsessed in my opinion. Everything you order comes with Ciabatta. I”m not tired of their menu, I’m tired of the freaking Ciabatta.
In just weeks we will be on FaceTime and all the Sourdough loaves will have disappeared. Playtime over.
Just like when I bought that pasta machine. For a month it was fresh pasta forever. And now I haven’t touched that thing in a year.
Oh well. Sourdough cinnamon rolls deserved to die. An abomination. A sin against God.
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One of the best trends of my lifetime is that smoking has almost died. What a foul stench we all lived with way back when. A stink, ashes and butts, all of it was foul.
These days as you travel, and see that smoking is a bit regional, one is just amazed seeing it prevalent.
I hated everything about it then, it could die tomorrow completely. Good riddance. Nothing is as foul as sitting on a beach with clean crisp air, and smelling cigar smoke. And always some fat asshole. Yes they passed the sign that said “No smoking” on the beach. But they are “special”, and “on vacation”, they don’t need to follow those rules.
I hate those people with the passion of a thousand suns.
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What is it in human nature you always want others to pay a higher tax? Those people, those rich, they should pay more. Does anyone understand taxes? The bottom 47% pay no Federal Income tax. The top 5% are paying over 65% of Federal Taxes. That is fair?
Everyone should have some skin in the game. Even the bottom 47%.
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As a kid I remember Coca Cola ruling the world. Articles would be written about people drinking Coca Cola in jungles, faraway places, as if Coca Cola was single handedly spreading the Western lifestyle to the globe.
Later the media began to demonize soda as if it was poison that would kill over a long term. Parents who allowed their children to consume Coca Cola in public were scorned, shunned, shamed.
Today Coca Cola survives as a behemoth only because they branched out into waters, juices, and other products.
As a beverage Coca Cola itself is still a toxic product in the US. They say it is the reason for obesity, diabetes, all manner of human ills.
I don’t know. I think the stuff is fantastic. Perhaps the best drink I’ve ever tasted. As I’ve aged I no longer appreciate either sweet or soda, so I don’t drink the stuff too much anymore. Maybe a bottle or two at most a year now.
I think the same people who demonized Coca Cola and won realized their extreme victory and decided to apply the same tactics to a host of other consumer products.
“Karens” are nothing new. There is always something new out there to demonize. As I’ve learned, eggs are good, eggs are bad, oh look, they are good again.
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I fell for it again. Walked into the local supermarket hungry. Just needed paper towels, waters, maybe a twelve pack of La Croix. They had mango habanero chicken. Fresh made at the deli. And fresh made German potato salad. Sounded like lunch. So much so I’d forgotten all about the pumpkin squash soup the wife had just made.
Oh man was that combo a mistake.
The mango habanero chicken was worse than eating death itself, and the potato salad was inedible. A sin against the poor potato. I was seduced by the name “mango habanero” and inexpensive “Monday only” special pricing.
I am about to be invited to the fourth trip to the “loo” because I was taken in by the sound of mango habanero and German potato salad. Those Germans tried to kill my dad in WWII, and now they’ve come for me on a cool breezy Fall afternoon in the mid-Atlantic. I also regret that I shared some with the dog. Peeling huge chunks of white breast meat off and feeding the poor animal. She is lethargic, which is nothing new. She is old and infirm. But it might be the chicken.
I pray she has a superior digestive system and can escape my plight.
I’m stupid, though, and I know sometime soon I’ll stand next to a food truck, and the sign will say “mango habanero”, and my brain will say “Oh, that sounds fantastic”.
And history will repeat. I just hope the poor dog isn’t around for that day.
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The wife and I started watching some Netflix thing, with the indigenous featured prominently. Dark Winds or something. Two seasons available to watch. About murders and crime on an Indian Reservation. The actors are compelling, the story line seems good.
Except.
Except sometime in episode three, or maybe it was four, they had a scene with some Indigenous hocus-pocus. Shape shifting or some such medicine man bullshit. With talk of carrying some kind of “medicine kit” to ward off bad spirits and bad mojo.
I hope this entire thing doesn’t just go off the rains in episode eight, with a bunch of spirit hokey-pokey, shape shifters, potions, and Indian lore nonsense. I hope it stays a murder mystery. Only centered on an Indigenous Reservation with great vistas and an interesting storyline. Where they give a particular minority the chance to take all the best acting parts, and tell a good story.
If this all starts turning into an Indian version of dragons flying, or voodoo dolls being pinned and people suffering as a result, I am going to be seriously pissed off they made me waste hours of my life with such crap.
I love the idea of telling a murder mystery in the setting of the desert Southwest, monument valley as the backdrop. An all Indigenous cast. Great. Everyone gets to work and shine. And the scenery is very different from what I experience in real life. Great.
But if this turns into Indian hocus pocus fantasy land nonsense, I might just cancel Netflix.
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“They” tried to kill our Presidential Candidate again. I pray somehow Trump stays safe. There better not be a third attempt. I hate the saying “third times the charm”.
We live in a sick world. Win or lose I pray that Trump gets to live a long, happy, healthy, and productive life. These attempts are sick, twisted and criminal.
He should use his money to hire private security. Now.
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How about a podcast from SI beach?
I grew up during the Peaceful Eisenhower Years.....everyone was blissfully unaware of what was really going on!! Good that it's all being uncovered so we can understand why we are so screwed today!! Recently, Michael Salla did a great interview with Gene Decode that lays it all out there for anyone who might be interested!!