Gah, I was in the woods of Northern Ontario in early May once, many years ago. Those fuckers are brutal. I saw tough outdoorsmen types reduced to tears. So yeah, lots of those.
Horse flies, females or course, and hornets. And killer bees. And Canada Geese. Loving it.
Mr. Burns: Smithers! Release the hounds!
Why have nice things when coal still exists?
Naw, his nibs’ skin is thin all over.
Maine, here. I considered midges but was feeling kind of mean – since they have to pay their own way not just get a free ticket I was figuring any DOD personnel in attendance deserve it as much as the rest of them.
This one is Trump-adjacent although it certainly seems like he helped. Remember Epstein Island? It must make Trumpy Wumpy so sad that it’s gone. Well, why not just build another one? Thanks Jared and Ivanka!
The consolation prize is that it used to be a Soviet weapons base so the island is liberally sprinkled with landmines. Keep walking around barefoot Ivanka, it’s good for the soul.
You know, if you got a problem with Cananda Geese you got a problem with me and I suggest you let that one marinate.
There’s a fun song about them:
You’re kidding, right? I’ve developed a hypothesis that Canadians are so nice because they’ve channeled their meanness into their geese.
I saw a clip of that on Seth Meyer’s show. What a disgusting, unbelievable display of utter ‘let them eat cake’ style, failing to read the national room, cluelessness. She talks about buying her own private island as if it’s this life-affirming thing that everybody should do for their own mental well-being.
Why do I have a sneaking suspicion that somehow taxpayer money will be used, at least in part, in the cleanup and development?
Seth Meyer joke from the segment mentioned above: (Ivanka taking Jared’s picture on the island): “A little to the left, Jared. A little more…ok, now jump up and down!”
Okay, here’s an idea to make money on the cleanup: create a “Survivor”-type experience for millionaires billionaires for whom ordinary thrills & chills aren’t stimulating enough. They pay a shitload of money to be turned loose on the island and given arduous tasks to prove what good sports they are. Many of the tasks involve digging in the ground to plant things or locate rocks and stuff. The pins-and-needles excitement is enhanced by the knowledge that there are lots of land mines all over the place… whoo-hoo– skydiving-over a live volcano can’t compare with this!
As various contestants finish their week-long trial or…umm… leave early, others replace them until a fixed period of time seems to indicate that there are no more land mines. (Although one or two could still…show up unexpectedly in the future.)
Film the whole thing and sell subscriptions on premium channels to watch.
Yeah, that’s the ticket!
Can we have the two finalists fight to the death in the newly constructed Thunderdome on the Whitehouse lawn?
That article says they plan an “exclusive” resort but also mentions 10,000 hotel rooms. So how exclusive can it be if there are that many other people there with you?
“Exclusive” doesn’t necessarily mean you’re alone; sometimes it just means that it’s by invitation only. You can’t just go on Trip Advisor and book a room; you need connections to get in.
I suspect in this case it might also mean, “No brown people allowed.”
If they’re talking 10K rooms = 30K people, they’re not talking billionaires only.
But they sure can build multiple sections on multiple islands catering to multiple price points.
And some of those sections can be far more exclusive than others.
A lot of the reason to go to a $1000 dinner place is to be sure that you won’t run into the kinds of people who can’t afford a $1000 dinner. The host staff doesn’t need to pick and choose who gets in based on looks, dress, or demeanor; the prices on the menu pretty well take care of that automatically.
Resorts work the same way.
Absolutely!
Besides, how much fun can it be to be with only billionaires. You need the po’ folks around to stare at you, grovel before you, jump out of the way, and tug their forelocks respectfully when your carriage comes down the road.
Trump and his entire family are really, really bad at simple math.
He’s tapped the merry widow Erikkka Kkkirkkk to host the UFC match that desecrates the White House lawn. Maybe she’ll have time to canoodle with Vance between bouts.
Maybe she can be the round card girl. That’d show some class. Wal*Mart class.