In other words, you’re almost a 2024 Democrat.
The Overton window has moved so far that Goldwater, insane though he was, would now be reckoned a centrist at best.
Almost? Almost? I am firmly a 2024 Democrat! 
My point was that Goldwater could damn near be a 2024 Democrat.
That sound like you are having balance problems … without trying to frighten you they can be a killer! My father and father-in-law both died after “having a fall” which broke their respective hips. There are balance exercises you can do to stave this off.
So I guess I have officially reached the age when I feel okay about giving unsolicited medical advice to strangers!
I do it because of my knees. Of course, the cruddy knees make it hard to balance on one leg, but it’s not really a balance problem.
Refresh my memory: was Goldwater in favor of unrestricted immigration, or reduced policing and prosecution that effectively allows street drug use and smash-and-grab looting that occurs in front of police who do nothing to stop it?
I live in a state where Democrats control virtually all levers of government and yet no one proposes any of what you’re describing here. Refresh my memory of which centrist democrats propose what you are ascribing to them.
There is nothing IMHO-compatible that I can say in response to your ridiculous fact-free screed. Good day.
I can’t remember how long I’ve been putting my pants on while sitting down, It was never a balance issue, it just seems to be the easiest way to do it. Although now I do occasionally have balance issues, partly caused by knee issues.
And I did recently see a physical therapist and was given a series of exercises to try to strengthen my knees. These include a balance exercise.
Why, don’t 'cha know? In the How safe is San Francisco/Oakland thread user Past Tense asserted that the reason SF came in so low in violent crime is because of the ineffective police/criminal justice system there.
PT has hidden their profile. 'Nuff said.
Well, that. And also the fact that the 250th anniversary hasn’t even arrived yet.
More than a decade ago I was at a restaurant one evening and it was a very, very cold night. It was in the low 30s and quite windy which intolerable for most people here in Little Rock. A lovely young woman walked in with her date and she was wearing an outfit appropriate for the summer but not for such a cold night. Instead of admiring the view, my first thought was concern that she was going to freeze.
I’m having some trouble with prices. The few times I go to the see a movie these days, I absolutely refuse to purchase snacks. There’s just no way in hell I’m spending $18 on a large drink and popcorn. Here’s the weird thing. Back in the late 1980s, a large drink and popcorn would have cost about $7 which is about $18 in today’s money when taking inflation into account. But despite $18 being a trivial about for me, I just can’t spend the money.
Nothing personal, but my idea of individually-tailored torturous hell is a TV that only has episodes of The Price is Right.
Well, I guess hell would also offer the option of Ace Ventura: Pet Detective and a few other offerings, but still.
They probably say “witch” when they mean “which” and “wearever” for “wherever”.
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I refer to the photocopying process as “kseeerocks” because that’s how you pronounce an “x” – “ks”.
I admit I don’t refer to the dude who’s accompanied by a squire as a kch-nie-cht (knight). That was before even my time 
When I was there in the early '80s, UCLA’s original student union building, Kerckhoff Hall had two of these “phone cabins” on the main level. They featured wooden paneling, a copious writing table, and a light that came on when you shut the door. It was probably around 2000 that they took the phones out, but people still use the rooms for privacy when using their mobiles.
On the other hand, this fully equipped phone booth, recessed into the wall between banks of lockers, was still there when I last visited around 2008. For those who know the campus, this was (is?) in Boelter hall.
By contrast, at UCSD through most of the late '70s, I don’t recall ever seeing a true phone booth of any kind. Of course, the campus as it existed at the time had all been built withing the last dozen years or so, so it wasn’t too surprising. Compared to that, UCLA looked like Harvard or Oxford.
Although there were no booths, UCSD’s phone system did offer one quaint feature: four-digit dialing throughout the campus, meaning there could be a maximum of ten thousand phones, or perhaps less, if some potential numbers had to be withheld from use. Whether you were calling a friend in another dorm, or the bookstore, or your senior project advisor, it was always four digits. From off campus you dialed 452- plus the four numbers.
I imagine that to anyone younger than about 45 even just being able to dial seven digits for all local calls must seem like a strange feature of days long ago, like when we look at phone directories from the 1800s with people having phone numbers like 8 and 27.
Ohio State still had this with five-digit dialing (there were several exchanges) when I was there in the late 2000s. Except it was fully the cell phone era by then, and a phone number advertised with only five digits was more annoying than helpful. I was in a class where the instructor needed to call tech support to fix a broken projector, and it took us a while to dig up the other two digits of 8-HELP since there were no campus phones anywhere nearby. (Not that much earlier, it probably would have been common knowledge that 8- was 688-.)
our family phone number in the 70ies to 90ies was 3400, I think my grandfather’s was 3201
(small to medium sized town in central europe)
I love this line, because while “Whaet!” is the direct ancestor of “What!”, used today to express shock or disbelief, in the poem it means "I’m going to tell you what!
I wouldn’t say it’s a trivial amount but I do notice myself resenting things for being more expensive even though adjusted for inflation they are the same price.
Two of my contributions are Green Day related.
- I was at Home Depot and a nice young woman noted my shirt. In a friendly way she said, “Green Day! Who’s that? Wait. Is that one of those new European bands?”
Adding insult to injury, the shirt in question was from the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.
- My son’s babysitter/former nanny is painfully young. 21 now, I think. One day she came in wearing a Green Day shirt. Instantly feeling more youthful, I said, “Hey, you like Green Day?”
She said, “Yeah, my Dad always makes me listen to them.”
The other day I was at Zen Center and the teacher was trying to make an analogy to P90X, the workout regimen, remember that? He said, “You put the VHS in and it was just this guy yelling at you for an hour…” After a pause, he said, “Is everyone clear on what VHS is?”
The sad thing is that I’m old enough not only to remember Green Day, but to have thought of them back in the day as “that new band the kids listen to”.