Stopped for gas in Kentucky… saw the sign ‘We have disco bathrooms’ and thought it was a joke 😂
Went in, spotted the big red button that said ‘DO NOT PUSH THIS BUTTON’… obviously I pushed it.
Next thing I know, lights out, disco ball spinning, and I’m having an impromptu dance party in the bathroom! 💃🕺✨ Who else is hitting every Hop Shop on the road trip now?!
Never trust a button that tells you not to push it! 😂
If you’re visiting for a very large sporting event & you happen to discover RANCH while you’re here… pls pack it in your CHECKED BAG on the way home.
Thank you.
The Chicken and Waffle Emergency Meeting
I ordered chicken and waffles because the name sounded like two separate meals having an argument.
Then the plate arrived.
Fried chicken.
On a waffle.
With syrup.
I stared at it.
The chicken looked confident.
The waffle looked trapped.
The syrup looked like it had caused problems before.
I asked the waitress,
“Is this breakfast?”
She said,
“Depends how strong you are.”
This was not an answer.
This was a threat.
I looked at the plate again.
Chicken belongs with lunch.
Waffles belong with morning.
Syrup belongs with pancakes.
America put all three together and expected me to act like the table was not legally confused.
I picked up the syrup.
My hand stopped.
Pouring syrup on waffle:
Normal.
Pouring syrup on chicken:
A crime in several emotional jurisdictions.
The man at the next table saw me freeze.
He said,
“Bro, drown it.”
Drown it.
America does not season food.
America declares floods.
So I poured.
The syrup landed on the waffle.
Safe.
Then it crossed into chicken territory.
No one screamed.
No police came.
The chicken simply sat there, accepting the syrup like it had been waiting for corruption.
I cut one bite.
Chicken.
Waffle.
Syrup.
My brain immediately called an emergency meeting.
Sweet was yelling.
Salt was confused.
Crunch demanded legal counsel.
Breakfast refused to sit next to Dinner.
Lunch said, “Why am I even here?”
Then my mouth raised its hand and said,
“Shut up. This works.”
That was the worst part.
It worked.
The waffle was soft.
The chicken was crispy.
The syrup was lying to both of them, but in a helpful way.
By the third bite, I was no longer eating.
I was watching enemies become roommates.
By the fifth bite, I understood the American system.
Do not solve conflict.
Put it on a plate.
Add syrup.
Charge $14.99.
The waitress came back.
“How is it?”
I wanted to say, “My government has collapsed.”
Instead, I said,
“It is peaceful now.”
She nodded like this happens often.
Chicken and waffles is not a meal.
It is breakfast and violence sharing custody of syrup.
I finished the plate with shame, respect, and minor maple damage.
NyanChuu will no longer fear impossible alliances.
If America puts ribs on pancakes and calls it a morning special, I will not ask questions.
I will simply request extra napkins and prepare for diplomacy.
USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen.
I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify.
In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather.
"Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully.
"Honey, that's what it looks like."
The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it."
I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it.
I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South.
It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent.
"Well?" the waitress asked.
"I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed."
"Everybody does, hon."
Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it.
Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating.
I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden.
It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.
The reason anyone gets insanely rich is almost always because of the stock market. It certainly how @elonmusk did.
And the reason they get rich from the stock market, is because 150m Americans decided they wanted to own shares of stocks directly, or through their retirement plans, or through other approaches as a way of building their net worth and trying to create a better life for themselves.
One Hundred Fifty Million Americans. About 60% of adults.
Effectively believing that @elonmusk and many billionaires could make them wealthier and help them achieve a better life.
If you want @elonmusk , and most billionaires to no longer be that rich, convince those 150m to sell their stocks, funds, ETFs whatever.
Of course you would wipe out the net-worth of most of those people, and everyone else’s savings, as the markets crashed and brought down the economy and created the worst depression we have ever seen.
Alternatively
There are ways to improve healthcare access and eventually make it available to all.
To start -
If you want @elonmusk and all billionaires to improve healthcare for everyone , ask them to stop doing business with the enormous healthcare conglomerates and to work directly with transparently priced care providers.
It’s the behemoth HC conglomerates that make HC so bad for so many. (Check my timeline for more detail)
Removing them would push the cost of healthcare down for everyone. Their corporate decisions impact our healthcare cost and availability.
Of course if they do that, not only would our HC costs go down , and the quality of care for their employees and the entire country go up
But
They would see their corporate cash flow increase dramatically and we would have more millionaires, billionaires and maybe even another trillionaire when that cash flow moved from the big health care conglomerates to their bottom line, so would the net worth of the 150 million American adults that own public stocks
Capitalism is better than socialism because 150m Americans can influence exactly what happens in this country.
Over 100,000 people filled Tel Aviv's streets for the annual Pride Parade - one of the world's largest Pride celebrations and the Middle East's most significant. In a region where LGBTQ+ individuals face persecution and danger, Israel stands out as a place where LGBTQ+ people can live openly, proudly, and authentically. 🇮🇱🏳️🌈
#AnneFrank was born #OnThisDay in 1929. Through the diary she wrote while in hiding from the Nazis, Anne came to symbolize the lost promise—the dreams cut short—of child victims of the Holocaust. What might have become of this girl who was already a gifted writer?
Photo: Anne Frank Fonds
@RealJamesWoods I visited on July 4, 2023, to remember how important my freedom is in the U.S. I’ve never been more scared to walk through a gate - and I was 52 years old. Seeing evil makes an impact.
@Jringo1508 Tell Carthage violence never solved anything.
Tell the Confederate States of America.
Tell the National Socialist Party that ruled Germany.
Columbia University anti-Israel activist Mohsen Mahdawi has been ordered to be deported to Jordan, according to a filing today.
The decision was originally made by immigration judge Angela Munson on June 3.
“These are the boys of Pointe du Hoc. These are the men who took the cliffs. These are the champions who helped free a continent. These are the heroes who helped end a war.”