Imagine spending all that money, flying all that way, only to be swept up by ICE before you can get out of the #%?! airport? I believe the reason Trump is gas-bagging constantly about a sport he knows squat about is (1) his bottomless, pathological need to keep his mug in the newscycle, and (2) the fact he apparently can't find a way to profit from his association with the notoriously shady FIFA suits. Instead, they recently bought him off with a gaudy medallion and three noticeably under-filled sacks of 'Yes Sir, yes Sir, three bags full Sir" of flattery and meaningless toady froufrou. I'd like a refund...this timeline sucks.

Snowbageddon.

I certainly didn't expect to live as long as I have. My tinfoil hat says it's because I finally quit smoking and weaned myself off processed food a couple of decades ago.

Hmm...Serif fonts are tricky to decrease the character composition (the white space between letters) without the letter's serifs appearing to touch. Have Pica Pole & Purportion Wheel--Will Travel.

The Real Rubicon is almost upon us. I suppose it's a tad naive of me to expect many real, TRUE Americans will stand up and and dangerously proclaim "Not on my watch, nor in my name." Vietnam stole my youth. How many will Venezuela ruin from you or yours?

Yo..#6...citation to follow, I assume? I mean, the object of poo flinging is you only fill one hand, no two, or you're just going to wind up throwing off your back foot.

Should this paean to Diaperman actually be constructed, I would like to suggest a president in the future might consider tearing the rococo edifice down, and replace it with a reflecting pool to give pause to the next crass, moneybag-laden doofus that inexplicablyfinagles his way into the Presidency.

The dragon's eating his tail again.

Re: #11...Next time any of you who live in a state where giggle weed is "legal," ask your budtender about "infused" marijuana, where it's magic properties are rendered from the entire plant, not just the nuggets at the top. Around 45% THC, pre-ground, and most assuredly NOT for amateurs or uninitiated neophytes. The high sticks around a whole lot longer, so I found I consume much, much less to achieve it's desired affect.

And for those who dwell in less tolerant climes, my condolences.

What kind of sociopath obsessively engages in a "sport" where he notoriously prefers cheating in order to "win?" Funny how affluence--especially inherented wealth--can prove to have a decidedly detrimental affect on those who started out life ethically bereft to begin with.

If you kids don't knock it off, i'm going to stop the car.

I'm cuious...how many of you believe that promised $2000 Golden Carrot DOGE check is real? It would appear the front end on my ride unfortunately requires a complete re-build, and I regrettably don't have the scratch to cover the repair. But then again, Trump hasn't told the truth about anything in his life, so I have some doubts I'll receive his tariff rebate/stimulus check anytime soon, if ever.

Junior, Catholic HS, Dever CO. ...I was sitting in detention for choosing a inappropriate time to voice my neophyte objection to the war in Vietnam, when another priest entered and whispered in Father Xavier ear, resulting in a curse-laden diatribe miles out of character.

Hedges has the distinction of being the only "celebrity" I ever actually cried over when they passed.

My personal Guitar Godz, in no particular order:
Chuck Berry...The Pathfinder...without him establishing the 1/4/5 keys to the guitar kingdom, there would be no rock music
Michael Hedges...Took what John Fahey and Leo Kottke were exploring and created impossibly complex guitar pieces, paving the way for current terrific fingerstyle players like Mike Dawes, etc.
Pat Metheny...His music automatically plays in my head whenever I find myself maudlinly reminiscent about my uncomfortable life in the late '70/early '80s.
Jeff Beck...The control he had on every note he played. The will only be one Jeff Beck.
Look...there are oodles of other players that I could subjectively swoon over, all eligible candidates, but these four are what you'd probably hear most. Yeah...even Chuck Berry when I'm in the mood.

I had promised myself I'd replace my ancient, lumpy cat-customized recliner with a fresh "new" upholstered cat scratchcer this year, but even the scruffiest used furniture stores are asking waaaay too much these days, so my desire for a "new" recliner this xmas is postponed indefinitely.

What's the current over/under of her meeting the same mysterious fate as her pal Jeffrey? Given the possible ramifications from her experiencing a real Come-To-Jesus moment at some point, and letting ALL the cats out of her Big Bag O'Tawdry Secrets, I'm surprised she's still breathing.

I'll admit her resigning wasn't on my Bingo card. My $$ is she's thinking a couple moves ahead on the Who Wears The Crown When Epstein Eats The King? MAGA lottery, and covers her tracks playing the Canary in the Coal Mine to "normalize" her 4/8chan worldview.

It's his insistence that history remember him that makes me wonder what villainy a cornered, amoral gent like him would set in motion to wriggle out of his numerous kerfuffles.

In my drinking days, I had a ritual of hitting Mickey Deez on the way home for a couple McRibs to inhale before I crashed. A old girlfriend who worked in the "health food" industry sent me a list of what eactly is contained in a single McRib pattie, not McDonald's somewhat "incomplete" ingredient list. I haven't had another McRib since. Processed food isn't really food anymore, m'kay?

The conflict in Ukraine has revealed that without being able to saber-rattle their nuclear detergent, Rusian military prowess--despite their numerical hegemony in men and material--currently is being held in a perpetual stalemate by a mob of plucky volunteers and drone enthusiasts.

I've read conspicuous alcohol consumption is yet another checked box on the voluminouslist of "colorful facets" of the Russian culture. Mean drunks gotta mean drunk, eh?

I see it as a lame, transparent attempt to yell Squirrel! in a crowded theatre. It's official...we are indeed now living in "interesting times." Lucky us.

I'll be sooo disappointed if there's no cage match, as I really want to see them both sporting wrestling tights and goofy face masks. Sounds like another TrumpCo promotion to me.

The front came through central AZ last night. Wind blew all my deck furniture into my neighbor's backyard, including a 125+lb BBQ prep table.