Here’s the secret to building relationships:
Actually like kids
That’s it.
No fancy handshakes, no dancing and singing like a fool every morning. That stuff is for show and kids know it.
Just like kids. It’s easy. And if you don’t, find something else to do.
Ted Lasso Quotes
“It's funny to think about the things in your life that can make you cry just knowing that they existed, can then become the same thing that make you cry knowing that they're now gone”
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The best types of tea:
-The tea brought to you in bed on a Sunday morning
-The tea that comforts you after bad news, gives you the energy to carry on
-The leaning on the worktop after cleaning the kitchen tea (usually held in two hands)
-The “struggle to take a glove off as someone hands it to you” gardening break tea
-The tea you almost forget to drink when you’re in a rush but you remember it just in time
-The hotel room tea
-The tea with a cooked breakfast
-The recovering in hospital tea
-The tea on the freezing sidelines of a Sunday League football match
-The back at the desk after a long meeting tea
-The first tea of the day
-The first tea of the new year
-The tea you take to bed
-The tea while slapping a new coat of paint on the walls
-The tea in the shed
-The tea while staring out the window on a rainy Saturday afternoon
-The tea you celebrate with (and calm down with) when you’ve just received very good news
-The tea you didn’t expect to be offered
-The tea in a museum cafe
-The free tea
-The tea after an argument
-The tea that gives you an excuse to open the good biscuits
-The tea with a view
-The tea with buttered toast
-The “afternoon tea” with lots of little sandwiches and cakes
-The tea in a tent while camping
-The tea from a flask on an Autumn hike
-The tea while reading a book in an armchair on a rare day off with not a care in the world
-The tea after a hard day at work
-The tea after getting in from a run / bike ride
-The first tea back in your home after a holiday
-The picnic tea
-The ‘break up a long car journey’ tea
-The tea you make for someone and they say it’s a really lovely cup of tea, one of the best teas they’ve ever had
-The tea made by your Mum/Dad
A British writer penned the best description of Donald Trump I’ve ever read:
“Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?”
A few things spring to mind. Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem. For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed. So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.
Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever. I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman. But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.
Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers. And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.
There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface. Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront. Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul. And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist. Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that. He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat. He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.
And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully. That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead. There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless – and he kicks them when they are down.
So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think ‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:
• Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.
• You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man.
This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss. After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum. God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid. He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart. In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump.
And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish: ‘My God… what… have… I… created?' If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set.”
-Nate White
Extremist so-called leaders are already banning books. Now, they want to replace history with lies.
Let’s be clear: This is not only about the state of Florida. There is a national agenda afoot.
The last 2 non-union casinos remaining on the Las Vegas Strip — Venetian & Palazzo — have struck a deal with the Culinary Union to allow non-gaming employees to unionize.
Sheldon Adelson is livid.