I live in a area that has no receivable broadcast television signal, and as I rely solely on SS in my old age for income, even basic cable is completely unaffordable given my circumstances. My window to the world is now what info I can glean from the internet and YouTube videos. I have no doubt there are corporate ghouls out there right now scheming how to openly consolidate that as well. One. Big. Company. Store.

I used to eat a kitchen sink salad for dinner twice a week, occasionally using packaged lettuce as the base, and adding other ingredients (avocado, cherry tomatoes, cucumber, ham/chicken, etc.) to balance the nutrient content. I've been sick before, but whatever it was that went through me lasted well over a week. I was kinda disappointed to learn it was my "healthy diet" that was the culprit.

If Trump ever told the truth, the whole truth, so help him Zeus, he'd spontaneously combust. I suppose that's why he lies all the time.

The longer this carries on, the more it becomes obvious that the only way the waterway can achieve open, free passage anytime soon, is putting American boots on Iranian ground. I don't believe Trump's 1%er pals or the dwindling cadres of MAGA faithful will eagerly sign off on that, but Trump has more than amply demonstrated he couldn't negotiate his way out of this on his best day, so I have a suspicion he'll try arm-twisting congress for a actual Declaration of War before the looming mid-term drubbing takes that option away from him.

Optics? Seeing how you've completely lost the plot, I can only assume the stiff-necked, knee-jerk superficiality of your assessment is, evidently, your "tell." These days, one slavishly fluffs Trump at one's peril.

No worries..

If I were the carded player, I would show the game how much I care about it's rules and traditions, informing the coach I will not take the field against Belgium--thereby shining a Klieg Light on the corrupt way Trump & the FIFA suits "wished" the card into the corn field. Everything is for sale now...even ethics, evidently.

Why does our species insist on cleaving to Bronze Age hobgoblins? We'll never reach the stars if we continue this.

As the news broke down the extravagant prices of items you could only buy after entrance to the event, I pondered briefly the tempting idea of getting a commemorative tattoo of a turkey leg sporting a price tag of $23 on my left arm somewhere. Truth be told, I'm not quite shucked of the notion, but tattoos are a tad expensive these days.

Antifa...when in doubt, blame the imaginary shop-worn phantoms living rent-free in your so-easily-hornswoggled head. Believe me, I've been looking for their recruitment kiosk everywhere, but it remains infuriatingly elusive. Almost as if they didn't actually exist.

My advice? Find another bogeyman.