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The Biggest Political Miscalculation Since Ted Kennedy Asked Yuri Andropov to Help Defeat Ronald Reagan Happened Just Yesterday
Trigger (heh) warning: If you didn’t catch it from the title, this post will be political in nature. You don’t have to read it if you don’t want to. You have been trigger (heh) warned.
Happy day after Impeachment Day, my friends. I’m so excited to see what comes next I can hardly contain myself.
Nancy Pelosi, in what has the potential to become known as the biggest political miscalculation in more than 30 years (possibly since Nixon raised two fingers on each hand), actually withheld sending the House’s Articles of Impeachment to the Senate until she could get a sense of the trial landscape, though her explanation was a touch less coherent. I left all the bat$#!+ crazy out.
FAIR. Got that? Okay, hold onto that for a minute, I’ll come back to it. Try not to laugh. Yet.
Apparently, Mrs. Pelosi is trying to dictate rules on how the Senate will move forward with its trial, going so far as to suggest the Senate should call witnesses she was too lazy or rushed to call through proper channels, herself.
Let’s head over to the Senate, where Cocaine Mitch McConnell, to his credit, kept his composure yesterday. Something I couldn’t possibly have done. I’d be willing to bet you he had an enjoyable supper last night. See, I knew three days ago that Speaker Pelosi wouldn’t be sending the Articles over to the Senate, but the holdup isn’t “fairness”, it’s that the Articles themselves are so wishy-washy, voting against conviction for Republicans will be simple and painless. At the same time, any Republican who votes for removal from office will face a fury from their voters not seen in modern political history.
She’s trying to game the system, plain and simple.
So, here’s where this gets fun. First, Congresswoman Pelosi [D-Mars] doesn’t get to be the arbiter of what “fair” is in the Senate. That’s, get this now, Senator McConnell’s job. Sure, Senator Chuck Schumer can act like he’s got a part in this, but eventually he’ll be treated exactly as Nadler and Schiff treated Republicans in the House. I can actually envision The Turtle (McConnell) saying to Mrs. Pelosi, “Madam Speaker, I think it’s best you stay in your lane. Send them, or don’t. I’ll acquit the President either way.” (Oh yes, he can).
It gets better. With House Democrats overwhelmingly overreaching, with their willingness to scorch the earth without thinking, to get a laughably baseless impeachment through on a party-line vote (the vote against impeachment was technically more bipartisan… heh) in an attempt to effect the 2020 election, and in a time Republicans actually win these battles, I see something much more fun on the horizon.
Imagine Cocaine Mitch agreeing to the Speaker’s requests, only to turn around and send the managers and Articles of Impeachment back to the House to be entirely redone because he needed to see a fairer process in bringing forth charges in the first place. Because unless you’re an idiot, a Democrat hack, or you work at CNN, MSNBC, the NY Times, Washington Post, or LA Times (and most often, even then), you know the House process was the furthest thing from fair there is in politics.
Folks, Speaker Pelosi gave Republicans the best Christmas present they could have hoped for. I still can’t believe she tried it.
Somebody pass the popcorn.
Getting rid of the “stigma” in recovery is one of the buzzphrases of the last half-decade in recovery circles.
Even in hardcore drug addiction. We’re talking about people who will steal everything their retired parents have, just so they can stay high. We’re talking about drunks who are so self-absorbed, they plan time with the kids around watering holes so they can get a little loaded up while they’re driving the kids around. Personally, while there may have been a good kid buried way down deep inside, I was a complete and entire loser until I started fixing who I was by beginning a program of recovery. I didn’t care who I used up when I was drinking, as long as I could keep the game going one more day.
My problem with the way “stigma” is it is treated as what others are doing to the addict, somehow society is casting this so-called stigma on the addicted community. The addicted are being portrayed as victims when its the addict that victimizes everyone they come into contact with to stay high. Where this becomes a problem is when we take to finally stop digging our own grave and attempt recovery.
Everyone with a pony in the recovery show should know that in order for recovery to work, no matter which form of recovery one chooses to follow, the focus has to be, and forever remain, on self. It has to be this way because the rest of the world won’t quit drinking and doing drugs just because we do. The second recovery ceases being about self and begins being about what others do, we trudge the path to relapse.
I can only focus on myself in my recovery; it’s not how the world treats me, but how I view how the world treats me that matters. My reaction to how the world treats me is the only thing I can control. And this is exactly why “society’s stigma” against the addicts has no bearing on me personally.
- It is absolutely none of my business what anyone else thinks of me.
- It is entirely my business what I think of me.
- If what I think of me is bad, then I best get to work on changing how I’m living so I can flip that “bad” to “good”.
Trying to change everyone in “society”, especially trying to convince society that we’re victims after we victimize “society” with our behavior, is like trying to stop a freight train with a squirt gun. Conversely, understanding what we think society thinks of us might be useless and concentrating on our own recovery takes a decision and a little bit of practice.
The choice is yours, Don Quixote.
Oh, and one last thing about that squirt gun vs. the freight train – that’s exactly why people take on “society’s stigma” as having anything to do with one’s recovery in the first place. It’s ego-driven drivel. It’s only so they can, at some point in the future, say they were on the bandwagon that changed how society looks at addicts. They were on the cutting edge of societal evolution, after all!
That and a Buck will get you a cup of coffee.
At a 7-11.
For those who didn’t know, “Okay, Boomer” is a disparaging comment in reference to a member of the Baby Boomer generation. It’s also, quite possibly, the funniest one-line put down to come out in the last 20 years.
I laugh every time I hear it – and thankfully, I’m a Gen-X’er so I can use it, too. Boomer.
So, one of the younger kids in our office waltzes into my office and says, “Hey, did you hear Mötley Crüe is going on tour with Poison and Def Leppard?”
Now this is cause for my heart rate to quicken a little bit. I’m a HUGE Crüe fan. I’ve seen them every time they came to Detroit since the late ’80’s…
Then, he looks me dead in the face and says, “Yeah, that’s my grandma’s favorite”.
Vegans Over the Edge… Yet Again: Class Action Lawsuit Against Burger King for Using Same Grill as Normal Burgers. Paging Captain Obvious, Please Call the Office
Trigger (heh) warning: This post will be somewhat of a hit piece on a specific, small, yet exceedingly loud portion of the vegan/vegetarian population. Not quite what would come out of the New York Times if it pertained to President Trump, because at least this will be truthful, but I’m going to be pretty blunt, as my disclaimer to the left explains. I’m not, in any way, shape, form, or manner, trying to say all vegans and/or vegetarians are bad, mean-spirited, ignoramuses… just that a very specific cult of that small group is. You have been trigger (heh) warned.
My wife has a vegetarian friend who once complained that my grill had meat cooked on it at one time, so she’d prefer it if I didn’t grill her veggie burger on that same grill… I did figure a way around that for her, though. I steam cleaned that side of the grill to her liking, applied some oil to keep her burger from sticking, and grilled her veggie burger. I did this because I love my wife, and her friend is pretty cool about the whole thing, anyway. Now, if she were like some people…
When Burger King came out with their Impossible Whopper, however, I had a feeling a complaint wasn’t too far off because there’s no way Burger King was going to appease the vegan nutter base. What’s it been? Three months and some change. One way or another, someone was going to go all apoplectic. I should have published something to show what a genius I am… and what a loser the vegan who would eventually sue Burger King is:
The lawsuit alleges that if he had known the burger would be cooked in such a manner, he would have not purchased it.The Burger King that Williams visited did not have signage at the drive-thru indicating that the plant-based burger would be cooked on the same grill as meat, the suit says.
Paging Captain Obvious, please call the office.
What did this knucklehead think, Burger King would install another grill to grill their Impossible Whopper? The guy, if he thought that, is impossibly stupid. He obviously has never looked beyond the cash counter to see how little room there is in the back of a Burger King – there’s certainly no room for another broiler!
Where this, and so many sordid stories like it, runs afoul of decency is when nutters try to impose their idiosyncrasies on
the rest of civilization. It’s not Burger King’s job to anticipate and prepare for every nut who walks into a Burger King. If Phillip Williams has a problem with his veggie burger being cooked on the same grill as a normal burger, perhaps he should be wearing signage stating that his beliefs run counter to popular norms and he prefers his burgers to be prepared a special way… this way the employees can simply nuke his Impossible Whopper (I’d bet that’s BK’s “non-broiler method of preparation”) and be done with it:
“For guests looking for a meat-free option, a non-broiler method of preparation is available upon request,” the site notes.
This can be put in simple terms, folks; if you require your food to be prepared in a special way, not in the norm, and obviously Phillip Williams knows he does, then it’s his responsibility to make sure his needs are met, not someone else’s.
Better, in a sane world the court would make the complainant prove his/her/their Impossible Whopper actually did get beef on it from being cooked on the same grill. What most people don’t know about Burger King broilers (that I happen to), is that the grill is a based on a conveyor belt system, about 2-1/2 feet wide by, maybe five feet long (if memory serves), so the grill actually goes through the fire a second time which gives any meat that might be stuck to the links time to cook off. Thinking back on teenage days at BK, more than three decades ago, I can’t remember ever seeing any buildup on the conveyor, certainly not like one would see on their home grill, and certainly not in amounts that would lead to meat clinging to the conveyor so it could then be transferred to someone’s Impossible Whopper – the claim this could happen seems shady to me.
Anyway, insufferable people are insufferable. Paging Captain Obvious. Again.
The Bittersweet Embrace of Falling Back to Normal Time After Daylight Savings Time for a Northern Cyclist
The first Monday after the time change can be bittersweet. If it’s nasty and cold outside, I’ve got an excuse to ride the trainer because it’ll be dark out shortly after I get home. On the other hand, when it’s reasonable out, it’s a bit of a bummer because I have to think about dodging traffic in the dark – not a favorite of mine. Better, I can always take the gravel bike out for a spin – I’ve got dirt just a quarter-mile from my house… Unfortunately, this is our rainy season, too, so the dirt roads will likely be mush.
Last Sunday’s 30-miler was a muck fest (though fun, for sure). Had it been a dry Monday, I could have thrown the lights on the gravel bike and gone out for a ride in the dark. I suppose, if I really wanted the outdoor miles, I could ride the paved roads, but I’m not all that trusting of my fellow motorists – even when I am lit up like a Christmas tree… and believe me, I ride bright when I ride at night.
In reality, this is the beginning of the end. I’ll still get out on the weekends, of course, and I’ll still put my time in on the trainer. But the mileage drops precipitously from here on out, though. It’ll be four-ish months before we start seeing some decent outdoor mileage again.
So, the bitter part is that I’ll be indoors a lot more than I like. The sweet is that life simplifies over the next few months. With trainer miles increasing, the laundry decreases, and the time needed to get ready and on the bike is cut by 15-20 minutes.
I wrote a post a while back that highlighted a difference of opinion between The Farmers Almanac and NOAA… TFA said it was going to be a cold, nasty, snowy winter. NOAA said it was going to be mild by normal standards. We’re in the process of digging out of 8″ of snow. A record for this time of year. It’s been 10-25° colder than normal for the last two weeks and tomorrow we’re going to breaking all known records for cold. We’re currently 35° below the normal high for this time of year. We’ll be 26° shy when we hit our high for the day.
In my post, I said I was betting on The Farmers Almanac over the eggheads at NOAA. Heh.
The only question remaining is whether or not I’ll be able to get my last 52 miles to pass 6,000 outdoor miles for the year… It’s not looking good, but with more than a month and a half, we can’t have that much cold and snow before the new year rolls around. I hope.
I’ve never seen anyone drink their way to happiness…
Or, as the linked post explains, I’ve never seen anyone procrastinate themselves into happiness.
Never thought of it quite so simply, but it sure does work. Please take a moment and check the linked post out.