I thought I would see where Troy Senik was. He is at the Manhattan Institute. He is Vice President of Policy and Programs. As you can see from the picture life is treating him well.
You just never know what you come across when you go wandering in the woods! Not sure which is more traumatic, bumping into Hiliary Clinton or this? ( Can just hear 10 cents shouting “BOTH!”)
What is your exciting encounter when you hang out in Mother nature?
The best selling album is The Eagles’ “Greatest Hits 1971-1975. Thriller by Michael Jackson no longer has the title.
What is your number one Eagles’ tune?
Their Greatest Hits 1971-1975
Take It Easy
One Of These Nights
Take It To The Limit
Peaceful Easy Feeling
The Best Of My Love
Eagles Greatest Hits Volume 2
Seven Bridges Road (Live Version)
Victim Of Love
The Sad Cafe
Life In The Fast Lane
I Can’t Tell You Why
New Kid In Town
The Long Run
After The Thrill Is Gone
It is fun watching the narrative flow of the opposition. The speed with which they drop topics that just hours ago were of earth shattering import is amazing.
Stop and ask yourself what happened to “
The “Blue Wave”
The inevitable impeachment
The Porn star destruction of the President
The disastrous trade war
The daily racism of POTUS
We are now back to all hope going to the Mueller team and the martyrdom of John Brennan, who presided over Khobar Towers, the Iraq WMD , the Iran deal , the Benghazi Massacre plus the “Arab Spring”.
Morning Joe is now back to “POTUS is mentally unstable” based on his wide experience in promoting mental illness.
They have shot their ammo and it bounced off.
Expect the desperation to escalate.
In homage to my RB friend @hypatia and her earlier post on her strawberries (or watermelons, something like that), I would like to share with you all my grapes. They’re simple concord grapes and my plan was to make jelly, but so far the birds beat me to it every fall. I know you can put netting up, but that would defeat the original purpose of the grapes, which was for coverage around my deck as well as vines shooting up into the canopy, which is finally happening as well :).
To be honest, and here’s the twist, I don’t even really LIKE grapes, at all! So when I say the birds beat me to them every fall, it’s more a case of me walking out and thinking “Dang, the birds haven’t eaten these thing up yet? If they don’t get to it soon I might have to actually DO something with these grapes!”
I think it goes to our natural God-given desire to see things grow, even a suburban dweller like me has a pinch of farmer buried deep inside him.
Vessels from World War II are particularly vulnerable to scrappers because they were built and sunk before nuclear explosions, so they have little “background radiation” from the atmosphere and are suitable for building medical equipment, experts told the news outlets.
The simple solution would be to nuke the areas where the ships now are.
In the article a video was considered hate speech because the crawler had “witch hunt”. I can’t believe it but I couldn’t believe “Never Trumper” was considered forbidden either. Why are people considered children with the inability to handle any negativity? Are we in the age of needing “padded rooms” so no one gets hurt on the Internet?
People need to know what they are seeing is what someone wants them to see. The filter is in. The fight is fixed. It reminds me of this.
“We control the …”
The treachery of Tom Perez,who heads the DNC
He’s serving his big donor masters loyally, and in the process failing his party, the United States of America, and humanity as a whole. Most egregiously, he recently reversed a ban on the party accepting donations from fossil fuel corporations, with the limp excuse that “[w]e’re not a party that punishes workers simply based on how they make ends meet.” The man is an obstacle to human flourishing
Let’s take a brief tour of Perez’s ignominious DNC career. After swearing up and down to treat the leftist Democratic caucus fairly, and thus convincing Keith Ellison to serve as his deputy, Perez executed a quick double-cross. He had insisted while running for DNC chair that it needed to be a full-time gig, but in September 2017 he took a high-paying teaching position at Brown. He then purged supporters of Bernie Sanders and Ellison from the top party ranks (most of them women and people of color, by the way), and substituted them with centrist Clinton loyalists.
Then in April this year, it was discovered that the DNC was paying Hillary Clinton’s post-campaign group Onward Together over $2 million to rent her email list and data tools — incidentally unlike Obama, who simply gave his email list to the committee in 2012. In May, after having promised that the committee should be neutral in primary elections, Perez personally endorsed the incompetent, corrupt Republican-enabler Andrew Cuomo in the New York governor’s race.
Almost certainly because all this cynical double-dealing alienated the party’s base of enthusiastic small-dollar donors, Perez’s DNC has been consistently obliterated by the Republican National Committee at fundraising. The RNC raised more than twice what the DNC did in 2017, a trend that has continued throughout this year. What’s more, much of those RNC donations are coming from under-$200 donors, not from the natural Republican constituency of sociopathic plutocrats. (Logically enough, leftists are sending their donations to individual campaigns instead.)
In other words, Tom Perez is being soundly whipped at grassroots fundraising by Ronna Romney McDaniel.
My comments – it is interesting to note that contributions to the RNC in 2017 were much more than contributions to the DNC. Of course, many of the “D” Party faithful are now donating directly to whichever candidates they support. So maybe overall, the Dems get as much money as those on the Right.
Just as there exists a schism on the Right, of the pro-Trump against the NeverTrumpsters, so too is there a schism on the Left. This conflict concerns the progressive Bernie Sanders side vs the Old Guard.
As of late Saturday evening, I’ve been visiting my 80-year-old mother, who is recovering from a severe broken leg (eight weeks ago, spiral break of the femur just above the knee — plate and ten screws). My mom is in remarkably good shape, and is actually a couple weeks ahead of schedule in her recovery, having been allowed to put 40lbs of foot pressure on the leg this week. She’s still homebound (no stairs allowed), but there’s light at the end of the tunnel now.
Anyways, my mom and I fell into an informal tradition years ago where she would make me a tuna-fish casserole, 70’s retro-style (corn flakes on top instead of crushed potato chips), any time I’d visit, after once expressing delight (actual) when she made it. Apparently, I’m the only one of her seven children that is fond of it. I live outside of Atlanta, and she’s in the woods of Western Maine, so it doesn’t happen all that often. I fully expected her to make one for me on Sunday, to be the subject of this post. It didn’t happen — she can’t do her own groceries, and the last sibling to do so failed to note that mom had cleaned out her tuna supply. /-:
The fallback plan was her low-carb meatloaf recipe: