Another successful drive-by snark. My point went sailing right over your pin head, slick, but do endeavor to persevere. And why is everything about race with you? $20 says you live alone.

In the early '60s, being forced to read her elitist screeds in HS is what turned me into a life-long card-carrying woke liberal.

My question is...what happens when/if chicken gets too expensive as well? Do we start harvesting our house pets? The yard in front of my abode occasionally has rabbits munching on the weeds in the morning, so I could break out the crossbow I suppose, then turn the pelts into coats or something to sell by the roadside. Again...another meticulously planned win for Private Equity? We're getting played like rubes at the carnival.

Chalk another one up for private equity profiteering?

Every critical thinking person on this planet with any real semblance of world history knows--and dreads--that it will take American troops on Iranian ground to end this in a way that might possibly keep the world from facing a unavoidable financial collapse. The Iranians know this too, but as long as Trump is in power, they're going to keep the strait closed to commercial traffic. I highly recommend impeachment as soon as possible, but hey--your mileage may vary. World War III anybody? "And it's one, two, three...what are we fighting for?"

Notice how little actual presence Miller has had on the news the last couple of months? I guess it follows some people get the punchable face they deserve.

Seriously...has anyone checked his combover/weave/coif for numbers? I personally think it's all Bronze Age bunk, but one never knows. He wants Obama's birth certificate? Fine...he has to let Obama check what's left of his golden androgenetic alopecia for any biblical-referenced numerology.

One of the %$#@ monsters in a box that resides in my spare bedroom is built around the premise of Earth being warned long ago by the Greys about placing weapons in space, as it gives a green light to a dastardly carnivorous space-faring species to reclaim our planet. Alas...no third act that didn't require shop-worn sci-fi cliches to land the plane.

And the little bird in the clock goes..."cuckoo"..."cuckoo." I suppose the naked preposterousness of this stolen valor yarn means he's running out of his usual whoppers designed to change the narrative away from his un-duckable Epstein connection, not to mention his questionable business dealings.

I'm thinking it will be that One Big Mac Too Far that eventually catches up with Trump. Then we'll undoubtedly spend the next 20-some years in court after court trying to recover whatever's left the $$ he and his sketchy, low-brow brood embezzled/light-fingered from this country.

Trump's vision for America is a dystopian hellscape, where there is no effective middle class buffer between the wealthy and the "worker" class. The fact he still has two long+ years of mischief available to him terrifies me. The complete MAGA rout in the mid-terms truly foretells dangerous times ahead for our Spacious Skied little country, as it will--at long last--force his ever-corrupt hand to commit acts of unthinkable desperation to stay ahead of the justice coming for him.

Hey...all the contact info I had for you was stranded on my old phone and computer when I had to panic move from NorCal to AZ back in 2011. Just add 09 in front of the other two numbers in my old email address. Lets catch up.

This is where you consume feces and expire, slick. I'll be 86 in 2032, providing you "conservative" clowns don't starve me to death sooner. All snark aside--and I don't say this lightly--I have consistently found you THE saddest, most disingenuous hack around here. (in sotto voce) "It's your relentless agenda, stupid."

While gas hovers around $5 a gallon, all my "extra" $$ becomes a fond memory at the end of my monthly SS check. I'm wearing clothes I've worn for over 10 years, knowing I don't have anywhere near the wherewithal to buy new duds. Hell...I can't even afford basic cable now. It seems every dime that comes my way, is earmarked. I used to quietly curse getting old...now there's a great possibility that my advancing age may turn out to be a blessing.

Technology will kill us all in our sleep. Or keep us like house pets. We're already too reliant on it for our daily lives as it is.

Hmmm...a "publicity" stunt. Benefitting who, exactly? I mean, the man's putting his commission on the line. And as we get closer to the midterms, common wisdom says he probably won't be the only service member to publicly bag on our predictably absentee CIC. Ask those buckaroos finally coming home on that carrier how they view Trump's open disparagement of their service.

Bronze Age hobgoblins. Historically, how many have died--and continue to do so--as a direct result of this malarkey? A couple Mormon fellas knocked on my door a couple days ago. The moment I used the word Apostate to describe my spiritual outlook, they bolted declaring they'd pray for me. I retorted "Cool, as long as you don't try to prey on me." The homophone eluded them.

We tend to forget that as we age, so do our heroes. The only two musicians I've actually openly wept over when learning of their unacceptable passing is Lyle Mays and Michael Hedges. Especially Hedges, as his demise was of his own foolishness.

It's curious how "they" continue to expose Trump to what we are learning are "unvetted" staff. Then again, Capt. Combover was obviously compromised in his first administration by a host of foreign influences, so it should not be all that surprising that Russia, China, Israel, Kim Jun Widebody, etc. would find it rather easy to ensconce a obsequious blond enema nurse within his inner circle of sycophantic ass kissers, given his alleged proclivities.

Give it a rest. Your transparent agenda is crying for a breather.

...Woodstock was over a month before... Clarity is my/your friend.

I was in Europe chasing a Brazilian girl around the south of France. It was over a month before I ran out of $$ and came home to start classes. Seems so incomprehensibly innocent, looking back. Cultural touchstones, and all that. I was 23, fresh out of the military a short year before.

When I run across snappy erudite repartee like this around here, I know it's high time for another sabbatical. The house is burning yet you clowns just keep tap dancing.

It's times like these that make me think I'm rather foolish to not have some semblance of prepper-adjacent goodies squirreled away. World War III would be a terrific way to cancel those pesky mid-terms, eh? No doubt he's got something extra-extra-unconstitutional planned for this November when it goes undeniably south for him and his on Election Night. If this were a amusement ride, I'd pull the emergency chain to get let off.

Where it will eventually manifest itself is during flight operations. Distracted people make mistakes, and the flight deck of a aircraft carrier is a busy, busy place.