The water coming out of my tap borders on actually being unpalatable now. Not necessarily from critters, but the #@$% mineral content. I bought this drafty old trailer in 2013, and the kitchen tap (inevitably to be replaced when I can afford it), will be the third one. The other two lasted around 4 years before the deposits rendered them completely blocked. The snowfall last winter was almost non-existent--unlike the two years previous where there was so much snow, I thought spring would never come. I'm north of Phoenix. Lord knows where they get their water from.

I've done the math...even though I'm truly a frugal old geezer, I'll leave considerable credit card debt behind me when I pass, and outside of winning the Powerball, have no realistic path to not do so. It's almost as if it was purposely designed that way. Tires & a new alternator to keep the 40-year-old beast roadworthy, new dentures (I dropped the uppers taking them out one night). Then they raise gas & food prices, etc., but get noticeably quiet when you ask about COLA on Social Security. And yet...it's the two generations behind me that I really worry about. You're dreaming if you think you'll see gas average below $4 a gallon nationwide ever again.

I have one in what's left of my family. After 50 years, he still drives long-haul semi's and gets ALL his facts & talking points from AM talk radio, and had a propensity of regurgitating them unsolicited as undisputed fact. He usually steered clear of me at then-rare family gatherings. Skipped his own mother's funeral, and I haven't heard from him since then. Family...ya know?

I've seen that movie...she dances rather oddly and you start getting the vague notion she might...you get the idea.

Jones will evidently do/say/shill anything for a payday now that his main meal ticket is in the snickering hands of his deadly sarcastic enemies. Sucks to be him.

The trick is to get them hooked on sugar and cheap carbs right out of the womb. It's all part of the plan. No matter how many salads I eat a week, I constantly fight the siren call of the Baskin-Robbins two short blocks from my living room.

I've always wondered what glaze works best on BBQed roadkill. I suppose it depends greatly on the kind of critter and what condition your dinner was found in.

I truly dread when the butcher's bill comes due once he's packed his bags and slithered off. We also have to keep in mind he wasn't the only one who obscenely benefitted financially from Trump's two torturous terms in office. Collaborators. Co-Respondents.

It's in times like these where I'm suddenly quite wistful about my relentlessly-advancing age, as the future doesn't appear to bode well for those I'll leave behind. Tell me again why Trump isn't the Snake in the Garden. I'll wait.

My local Kroger has print-outs posted all over their produce section claiming all their lettuce, including Taylor Farms packaged products are "locally grown." My curiosity aroused, I inquired of the aproned-fellow fluffing the shelves if he knew exactly where HIS beleaguered lactuca sativa is "locally grown." Alas...he could/would not. It's a sad state of affairs when you can't trust the food in your grocery stores to not kill you.

At this point, who does? Even half his most fervent base seems to be seriously re-thinking the choices they've made over the past decade or so. When was the last time you saw one his ubiquitous red hats other than at one of his pity-party rallies? I've been earnestly looking for them, and taking into consideration I dwell in THE reddest district in a newly-purple state, I honestly haven't seen one in months. Take that for what you will.

Those little wooden birds in the Swiss clocks say it best...cuckoo...cuckoo...

@#17 as well...when I see photos of the current kitch festooning the Oval Office, I know for certain that smug, smirking mendacious orange bag of ticks and twitches has to bat for the other team, wink wink...nudge nudge. Prove me wrong.

Once our strong man-adjacent potus packs his Gucci carpetbags and slithers back to Mar-a-Largo, I'd like for someone to tally up just how much of our money he spent on all his vanity projects and foreign adventures. Then there's the part of me that thinks finding that out will make my wrinkly old jaw drop.

Eternity Leave. (snicker..snort) I tip my cap, sir.

I suppose cavalierly closing down major elements of the CDC had nothing to do with this outbreak. Anti-vaccination proponents will undoubtedly love the reemergence of old school pathogens like small pox and polio. JFC...we're a really stupid species.

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.