This… this is beyond bizzare. I might accept a tie, which fits all necks, but shoes? I mean, aside from just “shoe size” which is generally predicated on length, there is also width and arch. You cant just send someone shoes.
(I have done, while still married, to my wife but I had her small collection to study and compare European, American and South African sizing. I wish there was an international standard!)
Nope, don’t need ID to go shopping at the store where I work. Unless you’re buying alcohol, fire works, ammunition, R-rated movies, pepper spray, bear spray, 0-alcohol beer/beverages, or cough medicine.
Yeah, zero-alcohol beer and cough medicine. We do have some crazy in our state legislature.
But just buying food, toilet paper, soap, clothing, bits of hardware? Nope, no ID needed. Which makes me wonder what Trump is buying, if/when he ever actually does shopping for himself…
And in a biy of lighter news (not sure where to put this but…)
In the season open ing NHRA drag race, one of the drivers (Austin Prock, defending series champion) proudly stated that “Eric Trump!” helped warm up the car. I nearly threw up, I used to like that guy.
Well, in a genuinely shocking turn of events, he didn’t even qualify for the field! Oops! Everything those trumps touch turns to shit.
(Another driver had a large picture of Charlie Kirk (pbuh) wrapped in a flag on his car, but he’s been a trump sucker for a long time. We laugh when he doesn’t do welll)
To be fair (as if he deserves that), the bulk of it seems to have been spent on furniture and iPads, but evidently they did spend millions of dollars on prime crustacean.
And all this was to spend the unspent portion of their annual budget, lest they lose it for next year’s budget.
I can possibly get behind the fruit baskets - after all, fruit is more healthy than most of Kegseth ideas, but crab?
I like it, when I find it, but even with the Giant Mud Crab, sourced from Mozambique- amongst the largest crabs fished commercially - there is not much to it aside from the price tag. It is not widely available, I assume because of the demands of shipping.
Where I live, our prefered crustacean is crayfish or prawns, the only time I see “crab” (aside from very specialist suppliers) is downmarket processed sushi meat sold as “crab” but very obviously some cheap white fish like hake with some food colouring.
That said, when I discovered the Mud Crab, I treated my then girlfriend to a suprise sunset beach crab curry dinner using my tiny portable BBQ/camp cooker.
I realise this is a hijack, but I cannot imagine Hegseth capable of arranging an amateur romantic meal on the beach. He seems like he is made of two parts cardboard and one part malice.
“He’s [ Marco ] dealing [with it], and it may be a friendly takeover, it may not be a friendly takeover. Wouldn’t really matter because they’re really down to … as they say, fumes. They have no energy, they have no money,” Trump said.
And now will they get those things that Puerto Rico wants? The Bacardi Rum Family Company, the rich exiles from Cuba, will profit. If just the embargo dropped, they’d have quite a lawsuit on hand over “Havana Club” rum, properly only made in Cuba, yet Bacardi makes some for the USA.
If trump can ride a horse, I’ll allow him TR’s spot on Mount Rushmore.
Didn’t he already do “regime change” in Venezuela? Of course all that did was put the country’s vice-president in charge. Oh, look! This latest time he actually killed a nation’s leader and what do you know, the country’s regime actually followed its constitution to replace the killed leader. During a war yet. He couldn’t manage to have a peaceful handover of leadership during actual peacetime when he lost when his own country, get this, followed its constitution.
Hey, he’s already constantly atop a pile of horse apples of his own making.
The expression I’ve been using, Sadim Touch, is one I learned from my high school physics teacher years ago. Sadim is Midas spelled backwards, of course.
That “If” is possibly doing some of the heaviest lifting, which you are clearly implying
Trump infamously doesn’t like animals. But even I, a 50-something city-slicker, can ride a horse, even jump… and when it comes to horses, get to decide which of us is in charge at what time, man or horse.
I don’t think the two requisite emotional capacities are present in Trump. Empathy for the horse, and humility when it is obvious that the horse actually knows best.
I’m reminded of a magazine cartoon I saw decades ago. At a stable a horse is on the roof bracing his front hoofs in the gutter while two grooms hang from the reins. A fat lady in jodhpurs is saying, “He remembers me!”
I’m imagining whatever poor beast has to bear DJT on its back doing a similar refusal the second time.
Around here the crustacean of choice would be lobster… but there are severe fishing restrictions on them due to over fishing as well as the unnecessary destruction of other sea creatures to the point of extinction by the use of nets(?) .
Still, Frat Boy hors d’oeuvres at the golf club seems like a damn waste of government funds.