If they're going to set one off, I would prefer the Iranians take out Mondo-Lardo, but then again...I'm not a dementia-riddled sociopath.

I'm seriously thinking about buying a electric bike/motorcycle-type vehicle and parking my 30-year-old 4-Runner until/if? the oil madness levels itself out. (nyuk nyuk). I've said it before...we will never see gas at the pump below $4.50 a gallon ever again. It would appear our little adventure in Iran is proving to be OBSCENELY profitable for Diaper Man's Wall Street pals.

It would appear his fixation on beating dead horses is Troller's idea of making a point. I'm not quite enjoying my Golden Years all that much, thanks to Trumpflation and the extra 40% "tariff" I'm shelling out for groceries alone now. Thanks to him and his parasitical hedge fund/private equity pals, I consistently run out of SS check long before I run out of month. Suck it, Troller.

Another circus barker distraction to keep you-know-who's name out of the news cycle. He's safe as long as the dog keeps chasing it's tail.

The corporate copy/paste offal cranked out for mass market consumption vanishes when placed beside actual artists like Bill Evans, Pat Metheny/Lyle Mays, Steely Dan, Ivan Lins, Milton Nascimento, the Windham Hill cadre...my play list goes on. Arena acts bore the living excrement out of me.

If the imaginary young fellow was playing the current update to Ghost Recon Wildlands, I can completely exonerate him. Ubisoft bumped the frame rate to 60fps/4K and unlocked most of the DLC goodies for free. It was recommended some 15 years ago I take up console video games to help keep my twitchy hands from becoming full blown tardive dyskinesia. It worked, sort of.

Trust me...worth the now-minuscule $$ if you've never played it. Huckabee can suck it.

I slaved away in publishing for most of my working life, and was always a little shocked when new hires with degrees from USC & UCLA revealed they couldn't actually spell or write in complete sentences. And that was over 20 years ago. Given the advancement(s) in desktop technology, I can't imagine what it's like now.

Banksy's ghost is whispering in my ear how hilarious it would be if litter boxes suddenly started clandestinely appearing in airport restrooms. If I were a congressional staffer, I'd hunt down one of those novelty boxes that make cat vocalizations, then follow Coach Dumbo around every time he starts regurgitating this preposterous fiddle-faddle in front of the media. "Meow..."

"Love me...love me..." The needy desperation wafts off this clumsy propaganda piece like one of his soiled nappies. What unacceptable outrage is it going to take to finally reach 25A's inevitable conclusion?

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.