A lot of people are asking “why hide McConnell’s state? Not like a Dem would win the special election?”
If McConnell vacated before August 3rd cut off it’d be a special election and any one can register as an independent…
Including Massie.
Which would split the Republican vote, giving him or maybe even the Dem the chance at the plurality.
But, if McConnell’s seat is not vacated before the 3rd by legally stepping down or a signed death certificate, then it’s too close to the next election and rules prevent a special election which bars any new registrations at this point.
With McConnell’s wife having travelled to China AFTER he was hospitalized, the next of kin isn’t available to sign off and so the bar for ending life support is extremely high (would require full brain stem death, which is not present in some patients who are never coming back)
So all they have to do is drag their feet until August 3rd, then tell you that he didn’t make it.
And in turn block Massie from disrupting an otherwise safe Republican seat.
Just like that fucking old turtle would have wanted.
Two of the relievers the Twins traded away at last year's deadline, Louis Varland and Jhoan Duran, were chosen as All-Stars.
Varland has a 0.96 ERA and 18 saves for the Blue Jays.
Duran has a 1.52 ERA and NL-leading 21 saves for the Phillies.
A legendary piece of British history has been declared dead. The Major Oak in Sherwood Forest, a 1,200 year old tree famously linked to the tales of Robin Hood, failed to produce new leaves this spring. https://t.co/2EPzyYa0QW
I have never heard of a country invading a neighbor and then calling it unfair that their soldiers died in that invasion. I don’t think any other country ever even thought to make that complaint.
On top of that, Israel now wants to retaliate for its soldiers being killed while invading their neighbor.
This is pure madness. Just leave Lebanon.
USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving.
Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free.
I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these."
"They just come with the table, man."
They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner.
This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat.
I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared.
"Did we…?"
"Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless."
Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined.
My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude."
Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man.
I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy.
Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived.
I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most.
Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.