As I have mentioned here from time to time, I do not watch debates. I refuse to spend two hours watching something I can read about in 15 minutes the next morning. Nevertheless, I do pay attention to politics; you may have noticed that. (This year, of course, there’s the extra added end-of-the-this-noble-experiment-this-is-it-this-is-the-big-one-I’m-coming-to-join-you-Elizabeth factor.)
This morning, my local rag carried an interview with some persons who attended last night’s debate at a local movie theatre. I offer, without further comment, a quotation from one of them (emphasis added):
Across the aisle and up a few rows, retired chef Ken Sherwood said he favored Trump because he’s a businessman who understands how to create jobs.
“Being a businessman myself, I appreciate his discipline,” Sherwood said.
Addendum, A Picture Is Worth Dept.:
Image via Michael in Norfolk, who has citations.
American exports seem to be doing well. For example . . . .
A motorist in Nes, south-eastern Norway, called the police at around 8.30pm after a person in a clown suit came running at their car waving a hockey stick.
“The person who called us was sitting behind the wheel with two children in the car when [what appeared to be] a man in a clown mask popped up in a ditch,” police officer Patrick Solberg told local newspaper Romerikes Blad.
When police arrived at the scene they found that the culprit was in fact a 14-year-old boy.
“He and four friends had done this together. The other four stood watching while they filmed the stunt,” Solberg told TV2.
Follow the story for more examples of United States exports.
The closest I ever got to this was flying Jefferson Airplane because it gets you there on time.
According to media reports the Transavia (a discount subsidiary of Air France) hostess would often frolic with other members of the crew, even on the plane during working hours.
She would also have sex with pilots in the cockpit even during flight, the reports claimed.
The hostess apparently kept a digital diary detailing the ins and outs of all her “mile-high” extra-marital affairs. They should have remained a secret until her husband for found the diary and blew his top.
I once had a coworker who told me of accidentally walking into the wrong hotel room in a large U. S. city in a western state that begins with the letter “U” to find himself beholding a flight crew that was indulging in a little post-arrival recreation. I remember his saying, “The stewardesses (that’s how long ago this was–they were still called “stewardesses”) were down to their bras.”
No, he didn’t tell me what airline. The crew was out of uniform.
. . . not an alternative universe.
Words fail me.
Nothing causes me to question my faith more than the antics of believers.
Did anyone really believe that “the five second rule” was indeed a “rule”?
He had been banned for the store (what, one wonders, must one do to be banned from a doughnut shop?), so he decided to spread his spell . . . .
A man at a popular downtown donut shop found himself in a sticky situation early Sunday morning, literally covered in a “sticky white food substance” after being accused of painting the store with it.
Ean Mandrake Card, 20, had been banned from Voodoo Donuts, but Eugene police said that he returned around 6:45 a.m. Sunday to smear what appeared to be marshmallow creme on the store’s patio furniture and windows.
Cali otters put up “No Trespassing” sign.
But this family of North American river otters wasn’t there to give the boys an escort to shore.
They were furious.
On the other side of the lake with a beer in his hand, Chris’ father, Ryan Whitney of Cottonwood, said he heard 14-year-old Jacob scream first. Then 13-year-old Chris.
Ryan Whitney said he could see the animals in the water, but he assumed the boys were merely frightened because the otters had gotten so close. He grew more alarmed as he watched three of the otters chasing the boys as they swam frantically back across a narrow section of the lake’s Sacramento River arm.
Real animals are not Disney characters. Animals in the wild are called wild animals for a reason.