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  • GlibFit 4.0 – Goal Setting Time

    Am I the only one who feels like a fat fuck? Did everyone enjoy their Halloween? Maybe snacked on your leftover candy or your kid’s candy? Good. It’s goal setting time.

    “But Chafed” you say, “I’m full of Halloween candy, I’m going to eat like a pig at Thanksgiving, and then there are office parties leading up to Christmas. Don’t even get me started on New Years Eve.” Look, I know you are a bunch of gluttonous, drunkards but you have to start some time. So, we are starting now.

    Pick a goal that you will report back on the Sunday after Thanksgiving. What do you want to accomplish in four weeks? It can be anything: weight loss, distance run, amount of weight lifted, etc. Go with whatever works for you.

    I told you last week that I’ve doing been AthleanX for the last two years. True confession time. It’s set up as a three-month program. At the end of each month you test. If you pass, then you go on to the next month. If you fail, then you repeat the month. Rinse and repeat.

    I was seriously out of shape when I started. It was not uncommon for me to curse under my breath at myself, “you old, fat fuck.” I couldn’t even finish the test for Month 1 the first time I took it. That was sobering. Anyway, I tested for Month 3 last weekend and failed. My goal is to pass next time. Passing means doing 12 sets of the following in less than 25 minutes:

    10 Burpee Pushups

    10 Kettlebell Swings

    10 Inverted Rows

    10 V-Up Russian Twists

    I need to cut off a lot time if I’m going to pass.

    Here is where goal setting comes in for me. Having a time limit on when I’m going to accomplish this forces me to focus on what I need to do to prepare. My lats are my weak point and additional ab work will be helpful.

    Having a time sensitive goal also makes each day critical. I was supposed to exercise 5 days this week. I’ll be in the gym Saturday night in order to get 4 in. What can I say? It was a tough week at work but I’m gutting it out instead of making an excuse not to go.

    So, Glibbroads and Glibboys what will you publicly commit to for the Sunday after Thanksgiving?

    P.S. No clever Babylon 5 links because Nephilium hasn’t commented on a single one. *sobs into pillow*

  • IFLA: The “Klaxon Sounds” Edition of the Horoscope for the Week of November 3

    How’s everyone enjoying their MERCURY RETROGRADE?  While that’s always an important event, this week it’s even more so since it’s at the intersection of two otherwise independent alignments.  (Hmmmm. Maybe I should submit a proposal to open an Intersectional Astrology department at some woke university somewhere.)  The first one is pretty straightforward:  Earth-MERCURY RETROGRADE-Jupiter.  This is not a good sign unfortunately.  This is domestic misrule/disorder on the magnitude of an animal hoarder.  And you can’t avoid it by hiding out in a hotel or going on vacation — you’ll just come home to burst pipes, a tree branch through a window, and/or a family of raccoons nesting in your furniture.  So pay attention and don’t let the dirty dishes pile up.  It might also be a good idea to suspend putting out birdseed until the bears go into hibernation.

    The second alignment is much trickier:  Venus-MERCURY RETROGRADE-Luna.  Now the Venus and the moon are the two femmiest planets in the sky, but how does that relate to them being linked by MERCURY RETROGRADE?  In this case, it’s helpful to notice that BOTH of those two are in signs associated with wisdom (Sagittarius and Capricorn respectively).  So because of that, it’s pretty certain that this indicates “A crazy woman gives excellent advice.”  Also of note is that there is a very heave water component to all of this with the moon in Capricorn and MERCURY RETROGRADE being in Scorpio.  It’s also likely that this excellent advice will contain a revealed secret, as crazy people are wont to do.

    Scorpio gets screwed by losing it’s planet early and only retaining MERCURY RETROGRADE.  Take extra caution when handling hazardous materials this week.  The two signs I don’t mention often (because Jupiter and Saturn move slowly) have things happening this week.  Both Jupiter and Venus are in Sagittarius, so virtue is going to be rewarded by more than just being virtuous.  “Game” tactics are contraindicated if you’re looking to get lucky this week.  Capricorn has a fascinating situation holding the moon along with Saturn.  Prophetic dreams will come.  This is an excellent time for vision quests, peyote trips, and other psychonautical explorations.  On a personal note, these signs all bode well for the class I’ll be taking that should provide fodder for “I Fucking Hate NY, pt 2.”

     

     

    Thanks to MERCURY RETROGRADE I have no electricity or internet.  Therefore there will be no card readings.  All refund requests will be processed in the usual manner.

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    Pisces:

    Aries:

    Taurus:

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  • Sunday Morning Standard Time Links

    I can’t believe it’s already November. The snow is falling, the rivers are icing over, the trees are bare. We have an election coming up this week where my vote against a $250 million school bond issue will be on the vastly losing side. Pumpkins and skulls have been replaced by pilgrims and Santas. And the presidential campaigns are swinging into Full Stupidity.

    Birthdays today are few but good. A guy the Indians could have used; a guy I will always think of as Wladislaw; the definitive Sherlock Holmes; a loser; a strong candidate for dumbest US senator; someone who used to be funny; and a guy who used to be good.

    News!

     

    Where’s my fainting couch?

     

    Check your menstrual privilege.

     

    Sexist vs. homophobe deathmatch.

     

    Bitch had it coming.

     

    Think of what that’s doing to your intestines.

     

    Deep thinker.

     

    I have an alibi.

     

    More deep thought.

     

    Old Guy Music today can be blamed on Tundra, who sent me down a rabbit hole yesterday. Or  turtle hole. Whatever.

  • The Night Shift for November 2, 2019

    Got sick.  Got better.  Got crackin’ on a new post.  Unfortunately for me, this timeline happened during the earlier part of the week, leaving me much less time to serve up my gold silver bronze-level goodness.  So, I will probably have you enact some of my labor, and entertain me.  The pay may be less than what you’re used to, but, the benes are pretty damned cool, in my book.  Alright, enough with the small talk:

     

    To start:  Something groovy.  What—you were expecting something else?  (Yes, I know…I know)

    You know what—you lot link up some music for the rest of us.  Yeah, yeah; I know you usually do, anyway.  Consider this an official request from ya boy Diggy.

    News you can read.  One word:  Venom.  When you find it, you can join me in a case of unending, full-body tremors.

    That’s some good work, boys.  Too bad the suspect wasn’t a soldier instead; I think the guy woulda had a great 3A case.

    Well, get a load of liberty-minded Jazz!  If you would only turn that kind of self-scrutiny on to your copsucking…  I’m only bringing this up because it’s interesting to watch someone who’s made his scratch writing about the limitless virtues of America’s Boys in Blue, now dissecting his thought process in favor of the government NOT having a say I peoples’ lives.  Little steps.

    An ode to Q:  1930’s Edition.  Yeah, yeah—you’ll be in your bunk.

    Something of a follow-up on the local transgender/custody hearing in Dallas.  Even I have trouble believing I’m linking to NYT, but, some perspective from “the other side”, especially in a case that wasn’t making much sense.  Note the mention of the 10 cases at the bottom of the article…your thoughts on those?

    Holidays—what are your plans for the upcoming slack days?  Working, you say?  Getting lumps of shit coal for gifts?  Eating tofurkey?  That’s the Chrismahanukwanzakah* spirit! (*Sorry, no Festivus-types allowed)

     

    You made it to the end, much like we made it to the end of October.  In fact, I’d say it’s exactly the same way—time passed, we’re still alive, and, we maybe got a few laughs out of it.  If gift-giving is in your future, you might want to get started on those purchases (I wear XM 2X-Tall).  Maybe pick up a chocolate turkey for the kids…however you do the holidays in your home.  We’ll do it again next week—Lord willin’, and the creek don’t rise.

  • Saturday night links of, oh crap I have to do the links!

    It’s this, or put down the internet.

     

    As a lifelong news junkie, I’m having a tough time these days. There is so much derp and outright lies, I can hardly stand it. My liver hates the main stream media. Oh well, we’ll find something to snark about.

     

    This is my shocked face.

     

    I thought they were all documentaries?

     

    SPACE SMITH has an idea.

     

    When Trump was talking about third world shitholes, he should have included this place.

     

    Watch the comments, shitlords.

     

    Also in the third world shithole category…

     

    Now that we’ve dispatched the hard hitting links, I think it’s time for an easy listening twofer.

     

     

    When I used to sail San Francisco Bay, I could picture myself on deck whenever I heard this song.

     

     

     

     

  • Stumbling Along in Germany

    (All photos mine except for one- I am not that old)

    I promise this bit of scribbling will be shorter than my usual missives, but it will be more of a bummer than discussions of recreation and the early Apollo program. This article will also lack the flair of H&H or SugarFree but may intrigue some of you to learn more about a privately funded and executed memorial project.

    The National Socialist era (1933-1945) for Germany was a time of both governmental and non-governmental lawlessness. Everyone in this group is aware of the broad outlines (or intricate details) of the crimes perpetrated by the National Socialist German Workers Party, the government it controlled, and the people who supported the goals of those entities. With the end of that era in May 1945 Germany entered a period of denial and silence concerning the crimes committed in the national socialist era.

    Slowly, and by fits and starts, the government and people of West Germany (FRG) began to recognize the crimes committed in the name of the German State and the positive actions by those few who openly opposed the socialists. Even so, people like the July 20, 1944 conspirators were generally seen in a poor light by most of the German population for decades. In the International Socialist GDR the NSDAP past was even more hidden because “the new boss is like the old boss”. Any public remembrances had to be wrapped up in the glorification of the communists (mis)rule of the East. With the collapse of Warsaw Pact and the subsequent reunification of Germany a re-examination of how to remember the totalitarian era began to be debated and acted upon in Germany.

    One problem of this reexamination was how far removed from today the NSDAP’s crimes were. The crimes are entire generations removed from the people inhabiting Europe today. Today most of the perpetrators are in their graves and the surviving few are pushing 100 years of age. Even German prosecutors state the last of the Nazi trials probably has been conducted. The statistics for the victims are ever darker. Those who survived often had compromised health and suffered early deaths. It is rare to find any alive today, even in the populations of those who moved overseas after WWII ended. Various government agencies wrestled with the issue and the common solution was to memorialize the victims and keep quiet about the criminals. In Berlin for example, the memorial and museum to the July 20th 1944 Conspirators is well done, but limited. The Holocaust Memorial near the Brandenburg Gate is expansive, but the dead are nameless. Across the street there is also a small memorial to the homosexuals killed by the NSDAP- again nameless, but full of current politicization.

    Monument to Oberst Claus Von Stauffenberg and other conspirators at the site of their July 21, 1944 execution.

     

    Portion of the “Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe“ (aka Holocaust Memorial) near the Brandenburg Gate.

     

    Last month I was in Wiesbaden, Germany for business with a few extra days tacked on. The first night there, a group of my co-workers and I went out for dinner. We had different knowledge levels of Germany with some of us former residents and several on their first visit to Germany. After dinner we were walking back to the hotel and I noticed three small bronze squares in front of a building. I brightened since I had a chance to share with my co-workers a small aspect of German life. “Hey look! Here are three stumble stones.” We paused at the squares and I let them know that this was the last home of the “X-berg” family and it was from here the National Socialists seized them. I continued, “They were rounded up on X day and they were transported to Sobibor and arrived on Y day. They were probably all dead within the hour.” I heard a quiet groan and a, “Thanks Double for that bit of ruining our evening.”

    What had I described to my co-workers? It is a project by conceived and executed by Gunter Demnig to remind people of the names and fates of those persecuted by the national socialists. In 1992 he conceived the project to memorialize as many victims as possible at their last residence as a free person. The memorial stones pull no punches. They start “Hier wohnte” “Here lived” and tersely lay out the fates of the people who lived at that address. Since 1992 he has cast and placed over 80,000 (as of 2018) of these memorials across Germany and Europe making it the world’s largest decentralized memorial. He runs the private organization with donated funding that casts and emplaces the Stolpersteine.

    Anybody can nominate a victim of the national socialist’s. The victim(s) are not limited by category and can include Jews, homosexuals, Roma, “shirkers”, union members, etc. The key is that the victim must be a victim of the national socialists and not WWII in general. (e.g. Killed in a concentration camp- yes. Killed as a soldier or a civilian by combat operations- no.) Once the nomination is properly researched, documented, and validated- Gunter is German after all- a personalized monument is cast and is ideally placed in front of the last known residence of the victim. Sometimes a group monument will document the names at a known transportation site. Most German cities have supported this initiative- Munich has not- and a slowly growing number of other nations have permitted memorials placed in their locales. (Though often not without local controversy.)

    Why “stumble stone” or “Stolpersteine”? There are multiple reasons. Each block is 10 cm X 10 cm (~4in X4in) and is set close to flush with the sidewalk stones/concrete. While walking they are noticed when you closely approach them, or your shoes trod on a not uniform surface. The name also comes from a NS era anti-Semitic joke about un-uniform paving stones marking a Jew’s grave. Gunter Demnig also states that because you can’t decide to avoid them (like a conventional memorial) and come across them at close range a Stolpersteine “is a deeper intrusion of memory into everyday life.”

    After my business trip was over I took a few days of vacation to visit my son’s family in Berlin. In the morning I would walk the neighborhood, get some coffee, and explore while the rest of the apartment slept. (I am well trained on the prime directive- do not wake a sleeping infant.) My son’s family live in a nice but by no means remarkable neighborhood with an average history. By that I mean it was not a Jewish, International Socialist, Union heavy, or anything else neighborhood. Since the early 1900’s it has been a respectable middle class neighborhood. Almost as soon as I left the apartment building I came across my first stumble stone. It is literally next door and memorializes one of the first victims of the NS era. I wander down the street and buy my cappuccino and chocolate croissant, shortly thereafter I see another stumble stone- this time for a person seized on the street and shot by the Gestapo the day before Berlin fell to the USSR. That night I decided to walk every block immediately around my son’s residence and see how many people were killed by the NSDAP. This is a snapshot of an approximately five block by four block area of Berlin and includes only the Stolpersteine and not those killed because of air raids, military service, Soviet ground combat, or post war rape or disease.

    I am not going to show you all 17 of the stumble stones I found in that small area. (I may have missed some, but I hope not.) Here are some of the representative stumble stones to give you an idea of life and death to out groups under a socialist regime.

     

    Georg Stolt was a member of the German Communist Party and served on the Berlin City Council (1920) and was a member of the Prussian Parliament until 1932. In 1934 he was seized by the SA and placed in Protective Custody, shortly thereafter he was shot by the SA in an early version of a concentration camp (KL).

     

    Arthur Michelsson was seized and killed the same day. Most likely by a Gestapo run “flying court martial”. Less than 24 hours later this section of Berlin was captured by the Soviet Army.

    The picture below was taken on May 2, 1945 at the Reichstag about 1 km west of this spot.

     

     

    The Jaskulski family was deported to the Lodz Ghetto in occupied Poland. Edith was nine years old when she was taken from her house to Hamburger Platz and loaded into a freight car. The family was later selected for “transport to the east” and died at the Chelmno Extermination Camp. They most likely died in early 1942 during Operation Reinhardt which was initiated after the Wannsee Conference agreed upon the “final solution to the Jewish problem.”

     

    The Nartelski family was deported Auschwitz as part of Operation Reinhardt. Rita (~8 years old) and her mother Paula likely were gassed upon arrival. Gunther entered the main camp and later survived the evacuations to the west. After he was liberated, he moved to America and remarried. More about the Nartelski family here.

     

    The stumble stones are jarring whenever you see them. You can’t help but to remember that RIGHT HERE a person or persons lives were destroyed by a socialist regime. This ordinary building in front of you saw property seized, lives destroyed and parasites receiving ill gotten gains. Because of my knowledge of history and political outlook I fully realize that the stumble stones are not just a memorial to the past but a living warning for today. These memorials are a reminder of the ultimate goals of the democratic socialists and “warmnistas” living in our societies.

    If you want to find out more about the project, or if you have a relative/family friend to nominate you can visit here: http://www.stolpersteine.eu/en/home/

     

  • Who’s a Good Boy?

    Everyone love dogs.  Unless they are some sort of cat-loving sociopath.  Even the President.

    This is my review of Founders Underground Mountain Imperial Brown Ale

    A few days ago, this piece was put out by the Washington Post:

    The original photo

    “AMERICAN HERO!” Trump tweeted, with the photo of the dog he said ran down Islamic State leader Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi in a Syrian tunnel before Baghdadi killed himself.

    The distinctive star of the medal was replaced with a paw print.

    Trump and the Pentagon initially declined to release the dog’s name, later confirmed as Conan, but the canine has become a social media sensation after Trump tweeted a photo Monday.

    Conan also collided with a real-world moment after the conservative site Daily Wire tweeted the image Tuesday with McCloughan removed.

    A watermark for the site appears in Trump’s tweet, but it is a cropped version that removes the attribution of the source photo, which is the Associated Press. That would have indicated that it began as a legitimate news photo, raising the question of whether Trump or a staffer knew McCloughan had been edited out.

    The writer, Alex Horton has in his tagline he is an Veteran of the war in Iraq.  Since the inane notion that we cannot criticize people currently, or at any time ever served in the military is starting to make the rounds again, its either up to Swiss or I to go after this guy.  Because heaven forbid somebody that currently or at any time in the past served in the military can possibly be seen in a negative manner under any circumstance…

    Sorry Swissy.

    Alex, as a Veteran of two tours in Iraq, it is my humble opinion that you are a fucking idiot.  Do you honestly think Trump is dumb enough to NOT see there is a picture of a dog in front of him, whom he is giving a medal?  Now, I get that you think Trump is a moron, but do you not think it is possible Trump or his staffer might remember that time he gave a medal…TO A DOG?  Maybe where you live in idiot-land you might give a random dog a medal for being cute and walking up tall without its tail covering it’s genitals but here in reality we see that its a Photoshop.  People may be dumb but we realize the photo is clearly fake, and that Trump retweeted the photo because its funny, and that is one hell of a dog.

    Who’s a good boy?

    Here’s the kicker, the NYT got a hot take from the MOH recipient that was removed from the photo:

    McCloughan saw the photo as an attempt to herald the dog’s actions in combat, he told the New York Times.

    “This recognizes the dog is part of that team of brave people,” he said. McCloughan said he worked with military dogs in Vietnam, where they helped scouts detect enemy positions.

    McCloughan was 23 in May 1969 when his unit was caught in a fierce firefight in Tam Ky. He was raked by shrapnel from a rocket-propelled grenade while assessing other soldiers for their injuries, but despite his wounds, McCloughan repeatedly braved enemy fire to carry the injured to safety.

    This is the world we live in, where I am forced to point out to idiots like Alex Horton they are being idiots and it comes out with me looking like I am defending Trump.  Screw you Alex, and all the idiots that took it upon themselves to fact-check an obvious joke, when they could be fact-checking or showing any kind of skepticism towards things that actually matter.

    What is not a joke is this beer.  Quite frankly, I have yet to come across a Founder’s varietal that is a joke.  This is a heavy-bodied brown ale with espresso notes and aged in bourbon barrels.  They might go too far with the coffee, but that just makes it better suited for day-drinking.  It will not keep you up all night, baiting your neighbors dog.  Do not drink this cold, and do not chug it.  Founders Underground Mountain Imperial Brown Ale:  4.4/5

     

  • Saturday Morning Unmemorable Links

    SP and I have been horrified, saddened, and often amused. And then there’s our actual life. At least the weather has turned nice, we’re starting to break out our red wines, cooking outside, and offending the neighbors with our clothing-optional lifestyle.

    Wait a minute, there were some birthdays today, and I almost spaced. And if I had, I would have missed a guy who killed a bar; someone who deserves a birthday cake; a logical choice; a guy whom we should thank for giving us the best president of the 20th century; a guy who could easily be the devil or an alien; a guy who spoke loudly; and a woman who sings loudly (and superbly). Whew, glad I remembered!

    And sadly, I remember the news…

     

    “Here’s your fucking transparency!”

     

    This one will probably tie the pot-falling-out-of-ass story in the number of times we link it.

     

    I may have been mistaken in my prediction of a Harris nomination and presidency. Normally, the most evil wins. This time, it will apparently be the runner up.

     

    NOOOOOOO!!!!!

     

    Where’s my fainting couch? Nothing left to cut.

     

    Fuck off, slaver.

     

    A climatologist looks at the California fires. We’re all gonna die.

     

    Best Possible Timeline.

     

    Old Guy Music features a birthday girl, and wow, what a voice. What… a… voice.

  • STEVE SMITH FRIDAY NIGHT LINKS AND ADVICE

    “IT SNOW IN OCTOBER?!”

    STEVE SMITH NOT READY FOR EARLY WINTER. HIM HAVE TO SWEEP BONES, FUR AND FEATHERS OUT CAVE. NEED MOAR PINE NEEDLES FOR CARPET. HAVE MANY THINGS DO YET.

    BUT HIM ALWAYS HAVE TIME LINKS AND ADVICE! HIM LIKE FUNNY GLIBERTARIAN PEOPLE. HIM LIKE READ SILLY COMMENTS. STEVE SMITH GET SAD AT SUBARU STORY. IT REMIND HIM OF LOST BUNNY FRIEND.

    STEVE SMITH MISS HIM BUNNY

    BEFORE STEVE SMITH GET SAD AGAIN, HIM GIVE LINKS. THEN ADVICE. BEST ADVICE.

    1. STEVE SMITH NO TALK SPACE SMITH.
    2. SILLY BRAZILS. THEM COULD ASK SEA SMITH HELP. HIM INVESTIGATE SPILL. BY INVESTIGATE, MEAN RAPE TANKER SHIP, CREW.

    NO MORE SMITH FAMILY BUSINESS. NOW ADVICE. HERE.

    Q. I’m am a 35-year-old woman with a 35-year-old man. We have been dating for half a year now, he is absolutely perfect, and I’ve never loved a person as much as I love him. I don’t want to say our sex is a problem—it’s really not. It’s extremely satisfying and I’ve never orgasmed better in my life. The thing is what turns him on is talk of love, monogamy, growing old together—stuff I love to hear. Our sex is very loving, and we have a great emotional connection every time. But sometimes I just want to be screwed, if you know what I mean. How do I convey this to him without seeming like I have a problem with how things are? Usually we communicate well, but for some reason, I’m hesitant to bring this up. I’m really worried it will mess up the best relationship I have ever had.

    A. STEVE SMITH NOT ONLY UNDERSTAND, HIM HELP! NEXT TIME YOU “WANT BE SCREWED” – JUST GO WINDOW AND GIVE THREE LONG SQUATCH GROWL.

    HERE EXAMPLE.

    STEVE SMITH LISTEN. HIM HEAR, HIM COME OVER AND HELP. BY HELP, MEAN RAPE.

    HERE PRIMER. READ. LEARN. STUDY.

    YOU WELCOME.

    MORE ADVICE.

    Q. I’m going to cut to the chase. I suffer mental illness and boy did it f**k up my past relationship.

    I was with a guy from Canada for 2 1/2 years so I already had THAT against me, what with being an American. While I admittedly had a lot of body image issues before we dated and I gave him the heads up. He accepted it and we decided to start dating anyways. The problem was, dating this guy was a mistake because he was emotionally abusive.

    He pushed me to give nude photos a lot, told me if I didn’t strip for him I didn’t love him, made fun of my weight… stuff like that. I don’t even feel like going into the rest… Generally this made me WORSE but I was too stupid to break up with this guy. In return I did bad things too. I regret constantly bothering him to talk me out of suicide and cry that if he left me I’d kill myself. I was very sick. I regret it all so much now and if I could apologize from the bottom of my heart… I would if I could. My parents weren’t taking me seriously at all during the time to get me ANY real help until it was far too late. 

    After he broke up with me due to the stress of my mental illness I went off the wall and constantly harassed him over the phone to talk to me. At first it was because I missed him. But then it was anger over all the abuse in the beginning (there’s more but I don’t want to go in any further)

    It got back to me from my old friends after a huge fallout. I was labeled a “stalker”. I guess I deserved this.

    After 5 suicide attempts my parents finally took me seriously and got me help. I was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder.

    I’m currently getting help and making a lot of progress but this leads me to ask..is there any hope for me in the dating world? Let’s be real. I REALLY f**ked up and I was obviously very, very sick. I was so scared of dying alone I recently drank bleach just to end it all. So instead of wanting to die anymore.. why not keep trying to be mentally stable? but what the F**K do I do doc? I can get better all I want but whose going to want a crazy like me?

    A.

    STEVE SMITH SUDDENLY REMEMBER PREVIOUS APPOINTMENT!

    FREE CASCADIA!

     

  • Friday Afternoon Links

    Well, my son’s toilet costume was a great success. Everyone we saw last night really enjoyed it. And so it is the end of the week and I am more than ready for the weekend. I hope everyone enjoys the cool temperatures as glaciation winter descends across America.

    Just so I’m clear, bullying witnesses is a tactic only Democrats can use? I just assume anything that doesn’t factually report what Trump is doing is just a giant projection of what his opponents are doing.

    Blind Melon got a little overplayed, but this is just an unreasonable reaction.

    “Yerrrr the reason why teacher drinks.”

    Text charges when you’re international are a bitch.