I call on every stoner on the West Coast to gather in Portland to follow the troops around and keep offering them joints and bong hits. We could call it The Great Portland Smoke-In. My condolences to those who dwell in less permissive states.

My fear is one day a senseless, brutal act whipped up by those in the current administration whose public political lives seem predisposed to the relentless advocation of autocratic rule, will be the ember that burns this country to the ground. It ain't just Trump we should watch out for. 20 years ago, the seditious offal that came out of Miller's mouth yesterday would have resulted in his immediate firing and long, uncomfortable chats with the FBI. But this is where we are now.

I would like to hope he's re-evaluating his position.

Re: #11...As I suffer from a complete inability to shut out ear worms--especially when they sneak up on you, I going to have to carry Ozzy around in my head the rest of the day. Thanks?

I gave up the cell phone 12 years ago, right about the time i realized I couldn't afford basic cable either when the local provider here in small town Nowhere AZ damn-near doubled their fee when they merged with Comcast. But back then, my SS check could comfortably me see through to the end of the mouth--provided I practiced some real semblance of frugality. I've become quite adventurous lately when it comes to ensuring my month-end ramen concoctions have actual nutrients in them, but protean--even the canned "cheap" consumables--finds me standing in the supermarket aisle on tthe last days of each month now weighing my choices to ensure I don't fall into that oh!-so easy trap of living beyond my means. American society is on the cusp of ensuring those living below the poverty line--and their progeny--remain there generically for the rest of their miserable lives. Let us know when you find your hallowed justification for selfishness, Msgt.

Ah...not to cast undue aspersion on the man's veracity, but Ol' Pete ain't sober. And if he can't be honest about his addiction, he's unfit for the position he holds--especially THAT position.

Hey...remember that one prickly guy in high school who never really excelled at anything in particular, who always seemed perpetually ticked-off over something or someone? It's a mall cop's Dream Come True. Usually these blatantly unsuitable aspiransts wash out at the Oral Exam.

I suspect he's in the early stages of Sundowning. I had a uncle that succumbed to that cruel malady. What are they going to do...prop him up in the proverbial saddle like El Cid?

The entire TrumpCo show now has a vague, slightly sub-sonic colliope accompanying their rather transparently whopper-laced pronouncements. $20 says the center doesn't hold.

I prefer to cleave to the notion that inside every foreign buckaroo on this planet is a American trying to get out.

The question was rhetorical. When the SC is as "influenced" as this current iteration appears to be, the whole Nation of Laws notion seems rather antiquated; or more likely...eventually becomes relegated to the right's comically fanciful "Woke" list.

Cointelpro, all over again. When did this country lose it's collective mind? I'm really not a fan of learning lessons the hard way.

Re: #8...Absolutely not...I would prefer he live a long, long life...securely incarcerated in the smallest, most subterranean cell they have at ADX Florence for that January 6 stunt he somehow continues to escape responsibility for. I mean, are we a Nation of Laws, or not?

The movie playing in El Toro's head sounds like a old Chuck Norris straight-to-video opus. Worst. Actor. Ever.

They should be required to display the logos of their corporate puppeteers on their robes. I mean, some have completely stopped trying to hide the strings.

I expect the call(s) for violence to get a lot louder the closer we get to the full release of the Epstein files. The unacceptable possibly that's been bugging me lately is...he wouldn't declare martial law to permanently forestall the files' release, would he?

Perhaps the historically "amenable" gent just wants in on the ground floor of Trump's quite-plausible Med-Bed Time Share Franchise scam. Now, if that's a bridge too far for you, I'm inclined to suspect you hold a degree from Trump University.

$20 says it's another grovel-or-else Loyalty Oath shindig, a'la his panderous "cabinate" soirees. It's becoming apparent the only effective policy tool left to TrumpCo is the fear of what ethically unthinkable stunt they'll pull next in another vain attempt to scrub the Epstein story from the news cycle. I expect a unacceptable amount of firings and resignations will go down that day. I truely hope I'm wrong.

To borrow a gun-issue admonition, It's the #%?! cellphones and the built-for-clicks mass media they access 24/7 through them, stupid! They turn people into vain, somnambulist dullards.

That "progressive/liberal" hobgoblin that lurks under your bed is a figment of your rather predictably skewed imagination, but fill your hand again pilgrim and fling away! Law of averages says you'll hit something eventually.

Without fail, everytime Trump starts pontificating about Ukraine, he just sounds like a middle-schooler giving a oral report on a book he obviously didn't read. According to him, he has words...the best words.

Ah...not to quibble, but how much did these Big Brother Is Watching banners cost the American taxpayer? Meanwhile, back at my local VA hospital, they still don't have a qualified anesthesiologist on staff.

I'm quite sure we will all realize at some point--reguardless of ideological affiliation--that Kirk's untimely passing just might historically prove to be the moment which pushed this unhappy land right though the Looking Glass; as the right currently seems hell-bent to weaponize the termagant's unfortunate demise, the truth be damned.

Truth is...Ol' Charlie constantly sowed the wind as if he were immune to any actual reaping it might engender. Shame he met his demise as the object of a fleshed out Groyper-adjacent Black Pill acceleratorist's --- post. The musings etched on the casings of the unspent shells tell the tale. I do know, though...Nick Fuentes has probably doubled his security protocol by now.

My go-to balm when the burden of accepting the unacceptable becomes...encumbersome, I puff some tropical kush (44.99%!), throw on my headphones, and let Michael Hedges or Andy McKee give me something else to think about.