I remember D-students always preferred to sit in the back, usually either blankly staring out the window, or noisily attempting to ensure no one in the class learned a damn thing that day. I'm also tempted to surmise by his pithy response he might have actually learned a new word today. Every long journey begins with that one small step.

Does Musk know or care that we don't actually work for him? And after observing how indifferently he does treat his actual employees, I personally would chose NOT to--no matter how attractive the salary offer might appear on paper.

Even though I make every effort to know where the line is, when it went south last night, I was slightly convinced I had earned myself a Mystery Timeout for throwing one too many high & tights at one of this site's more unctuous nose grinders.

WTF? I thought it was squeaking about the use of "nazi,' so I changed it...and got 3 of them with one keystroke.

Having lived in LA close to 60 years, parking was always a daily test of one's luck. #%?! parking fascists..

Having lived in LA close to 60 years, parking was always a daily test of one's luck. #%?! parking nazis.

Having lived in LA close to 60 years, parking was always a daily test of one's luck. #%?! parking nazis.

Brave Ser Itchy bravely ran away. I get the innuendo, slick. I'm just curious if you've got the sand to actually say it.

I was accused here a while ago of "virtue signalling" when I shared my observation at the time of how unacceptably populated the sidewalks of Los Angeles were becoming in 2010 with tents, make-shift shelters, etc., and how it set in motion my decision to leave LA before I wound up living rough right along side them. Given the looming spectre of sudden mass homelessness should TrumpCo pull SS's plug, I wonder if the fellow still believes I was virtue signalling.

Here's my worthless take...if you've never spent any time in front of a classroom, you have no business proffering a opinion, now do you?

Ending my SS would be a literal death sentence, as there is no employer who would ever consider hiring someone my age with my xrays. I know this because thats what happened to me 6 years ago when I attempted to go back to work when my meager savings evaporated mostly because of inflation. Although they apologized profusely, I was regrettablydeemed "a walkin' Workman's Comp risk." The inescapable truth is, I--and millions of other retireees--would become homeless rather quickly, some lierally overnight, all so rich slime like Musk & Trump can get another #%?! tax break. It's a little late in the game for to this old buckaroo to say avoir to this benighted land, so I'd probably be looking for some justice, no matter the form it took.

Hey Itchy...How about you try that again...perhap in something close to proper English this time?

"under the impression its" More coffee is required.

Re:#14...I was just how some Floridians say hello.

How much more of these frankly unacceptable episodes will it take before even the most obsequious members of the Retort Alias Society realize they're being fleeced like rubes at a snake oil sideshow? Newsflash...Trump is obviously compromised. You wing-ding mewling quims can own every lib in this land 24/7 for the next 100 years, and it still won't change that.

The Dead Hippie that is still with me all these years later says that's a literal mountain of ketamine, ya' know? Plus, now I can't help but picture Musk & Trump constantly doing finger-wide rails of their preferred mystery powders off the Resolute Desk.

The author's spot-on metaphor has been riding around in my head all day, so much so I've been annoying my more liturgically-inclined acquaintances to give the article a perusal.

Yeah...funny how all of a sudden Dogeanistas evidently no longer believe our Constitution applies to them. Perhaps Lefty can provide us all with some actual confirmation to his knee-jerk bias.

It would appear the Word O'the Day is...obtuse. That and your evergreen tendency to rely on tedios junior high rhetorical equivalents to "I know you are, but what am I?"

Not to add a left oblique to the discussion, but King Kombover has just announced his intention to flush the entire DOE tomorrow, all with the spasmodic scrawl of his mighty Magic Marker. Hire...fire...re-hire...and now he seems hell-bent to ratherpetulantly guarantee American children become--and remain stone-stick-stupid.

Given his unrepentant schizo behavior, his insistence we accept as fact every odious whopper he repeats as nauseam, it must be one hell of a pact he made with Ol' Mr. Scratch. Either that, or CERN has blithely tinkered with this timeline. No worries...I brought my own tinfoil.

Ah...can you say "shake down?'

"Fraud and abuse" is a thread-bare pantomime pony, manufactured to hornswoggle gullible Trumpers into eagerly capering up the gallows ladder and placing the rope around their own #%?! necks. This is where I invite that fool in #7 to take a long march off the proverbial short pier.

I don't condone the action, but I do understand why it occured. I personally would prefer his toys sit unsold until they rust down to their frames or get melted down like old beer cans.

"Reinstating." That's rather vague, eh? Meanwhile, back at my local supermarket this afternoon, overheard chatter in the aisles and in the checkout line revolved mainly around the noticeable appearance of empty spaces on shelves store-wide. My little solid-red burg has officially entered into it's FAFO phase. I'd point and giggle, but as I'm in the same sinking boat as they are, I believe some commiseration is in order.