@newstart_2024 Almost nobody uses truly high-quality, unadulterated extra virgin olive oil every day. Much of what’s sold is adulterated, old, blended, or otherwise not what it’s claimed to be.
Nope. Not in the least. @elonmusk has worked hard for and earned every single dollar, all 1 trillion of them. He should be someone people aspire to be, not someone they deride and shame. Intelligence, perseverance, and fearlessness in the face of ridicule should not be dismissed so easily.
@GaysForTrump It was even worse in person. Since it was a surprise pop-up, we got swept into the melee. People were throwing elbows like they were competing for playoff tickets. And Madonna? She moved with all the grace of a department store mannequin being repositioned after closing.
@martinamcbride I don’t understand the argument. Just because conservatives are the ones showing up to celebrate America doesn’t mean others aren’t welcome. It just means a lot of people choose not to participate. That’s not partisan.
I’m sick of the rain. The ground is basically gumbo right now, the mosquitoes are operating a full-service blood bank, and seven oak saplings have decided they’re ancient protected forest and can no longer be removed without state and federal permits.
Meanwhile I still have 30 pounds of bulbs to plant and two beds of lilies to dig up, which would be manageable if stepping outside didn’t immediately turn me into the featured entrée at an all-you-can-eat mosquito buffet.
And the ANTS.
Explain to me why Louisiana ants behave like they crawled directly out of the Book of Revelation. Ants are not insects. They are tiny organized hate crimes with a hive mind and a personal vendetta.
I actually launched myself into the pool trying to escape them. For the first time. Fully dressed. Squealing and shame be damned. Slapping at my legs like a psychotic. Snorting chlorine like it’s the tonic of life.
And those demonic little bastards just clung onto my skin like Navy SEALs waiting for me to resurface so they could continue the assault.
Now my feet look like I contracted medieval plague aboard a cursed pirate ship. I don’t even have bug bites anymore. I have lesions. I look like a Victorian child sent to the seaside for the wasting illness.
At this point my backyard ecosystem has achieved sentience. The mosquitoes are unionized, the ants are amphibious, the oak trees are establishing a monarchy, and I’m pretty sure the frogs are judging me from somewhere deep in the wet darkness.
I just went outside again to walk the dog and the humidity nearly suffocated me. The air is so thick I think I inhaled part of a cloud. Everything smells vaguely of wet dirt, mildew, and defeat.
@BrendanCarrFCC If it were bona fide news it would willingly present a wide variety of viewpoints, but it’s not. The View is a henpecking bitch fest equivalent to Bravo.