Here's a thought.
How about we go to weekly newscasts?
Think about it.
What changes from day-to-day?
The same hatreds (maybe a few new ones even), the same prejudices (maybe a few new ones even).
I don't need a morning caucus of chowderheads like that Dilton Doily-looking dumbass Joe. Talk about an egomaniacal misogynist.
Let me tell you something.
If I talked to my wife like that, well let's just say that she wouldn't sit there like his wife Mika, all docile and smiling.
No.
I would be in peril.
If not physically, believe me I would pay.
But that's not how I was raised.
I adore women.
Does anyone even have a clue how the war in Ukraine is evolving (or devolving)? Conspicuous by their absence are any articles about it. Did they just stop fighting altogether?
Oh well.
I'll be dead by the time I would have to learn Russian or Chinese, or whatever flag this continent may be under, so I don't pay much attention to it.
So I am on this website, and all of a sudden, out of nowhere, a box pops up with a beautiful girl, naked from the waste up.
She is pointing directly at ME and looking ME straight in the eyes (so it must be real).
She says, "Join my chat room for directions to my condo."
Karen shouts from the other room, "What website are you on?"
I reply, "Never mind, that's not important."
Last night we put on the feedbag at a Firebirds restaurant.
Great service.
Good food quality, but I've had fresher frozen lobster tails.
I was lucky as a chef in Northwest Ohio to have been paired with an owner who know how to make a splash. I was getting things like Maui farm-raised abalone and Iranian Golden Caviar to splash on the daily special board.
That kind of freedom for a chef allowed me to win regional and national notice, allowing us to come within a whisker of gaining another star for our French restaurant.
In my career, I saw plate presentations and displays change, sauce over, under, painted, sprayed.
But my recipes never changed.
I am a classically-trained French chef and I would be a very rich man if I had a franc for every time I heard Chef Defond gasp "Saboteur!" if there was indeed an insinuation of deviation from one of Auguste Escoffier's recipes such as Cassoulet du Lapin.
Unfortunately, his arrogance also rubbed off on me and I became more of an asshole.
No apologies; it was how I was taught.
Just like some creeper weed, U.S. involvement (or lack of, depending on which newscast you watch) in the war in the Middle East, has reached forty or fifty attacks on U.S. installations so far.
What's it going to take?
Drones are being shot down.
Does anybody else get the feeling sooner or later?....
So Israel has poo-poo'd the United States' vision of postwar Gaza.
Once again, we weigh in on how WE want things to look.
How about you douchebag politicians first complete the rebuilding of postwar America?
Believe me, we are in the middle of a war within our own boundaries and everybody loses.
Stay well.
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