"Last fall, the Trump administration produced a classified legal opinion that justified the lethal strikes against a secret list of at least two dozen cartels and suspected drug traffickers classifying them as enemy combatants, CNN has reported."

Sorry, taking the word of these murderous clowns just isn't possible.

A spoon cant feed you either.
#10 | POSTED BY BOAZ

Well don't that just beat it all? Pfc SNAFU done gone and become a Forrest Gump cosplayer.

A "gun" cant kill someone, Zed. That's the flaw in your logic..
#6 | POSTED BY BOAZ

Thanks for your service, Pfc SNAFU.

MAGAt drugstore cowboys, afraid of a dogie's shadow.

My guess is he will be remembered as a transitional figure with the balance on the positive side. Not bad at all, considering some bumps along the way (like all of us). RIP.

CORIOLANUS ... Your Hoffa story reminds me of two episodes from filmdom.

The first is when Tony Soprano orders Tony B and Christopher to hoik on over to Uncle Pat Blundetto's farm in Kinderhook, New York, and remove three bodies. (The Sopranos "Cold Cuts" episode.)

The second occurs in Good Fellas as Henry, Jimmy and Tommy excavate the rotted remains of another gangster. Henry pukes while the others remain unperturbed, Tommy shouting: "Hey, Henry, Henry, hurry up, will you? My mother's gonna make some fried peppers and sausage for us!"
Jimmy Conway: Oh, hey, Henry, Henry! Here's an arm!
Henry Hill: Very funny, guys.
Jimmy Conway: Here's a leg!
Tommy DeVito: Here's a wing!

All that's missing is: "Here's Hoffa!"

What an actor's actor. I'd forgotten how much stage work he did prior to getting into films; it shows, on a good way. And he made it look so simple. A true craftsman in a lonely art. And magnificently done. RIP.

From the NYT obit:

From early on, Mr. Duvall enjoyed the life of a supporting actor. "Somebody once said that the best life in the world is the life of a second leading man," Mr. Duvall told The Times. "You travel, you get a per diem, and you've probably got a better part anyway. And you don't have the weight of the entire movie on your shoulders."

Trump sure is determined to see that those Epstein Files he whipped his mob up about stay largely buried.
If it yawls like a sick old dawg, it's Old Yeller again.
Never heard anything, don't know nuthin, the most ignorant man in the world.
But once, they were very good friends.
" ... and may every day be another wonderful secret."
Indeed

Borrowing the words of Fielding Mellish, spoken in a different context, Trump's Epstein Coverup really is "a travesty. It's a travesty of a mockery of a sham of a mockery of a travesty of two mockeries of a sham."

"Picklebrawl."
Kudos!

The folks living there just a few years before fell victim to "American Exceptionalism."

Good on Beshear.

Until he gets straight on that $50K cash in a bag, Tom Homan's words are just the babbling of another goon who emerged from the Border Patrol cesspit.

The reason these goons beg for protection is because they know they do us harm in service to a criminalistic regime.
They know we hate what they are doing.
And they are afraid.
Very afraid.

Brownshirt mofos.

Junior really is a perfect fit for Trump's Republican Party Freak Show.

T-squared, L-squared

I'd ask how your Internet Poster Tourette situation is coming along but ...

"Isfahan is half the world."

If Trump was your friend, you'd probably take him aside and explain it to him as gently as possible. As a friend, you owed him the truth; as a friend, he would expect no less.

But that won't happen. Because Trump has no friends.

TWINPAC
Re your work with first time writers, I do sincerely wish you well with that. There's the requirement of honesty on your part, as well as (oftentimes) some diplomacy. Folks can feel pretty naked on that page. If they can separate themselves from the words they put on the page, step back a bit, they are really on their way. I recall a photo in writer Brendan Gill's memoir of life at The New Yorker of a page of a writer's manuscript examined by famed editor Harold Ross. Lots of scribbles in the margins and a scrawled shout: "WHO HE?" Somewhere along the way the writer forgot something: the reader.

#8 | POSTED BY BOAZ

Thank you for your service, Pfc SNAFU.