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TownaceNoah
TownaceNoah
Imagine if he DID know, for instance, the state of the dress shop inventories. Imagine him filling his mind with the minute details of things of absolutely NO relevance to a sitting president. This is the sort of mind he wants us to believe he has.
So, you went to Sandusky High?
To be fair, politically appointed ambassadors tend to be figureheads who are coached through the motions by their more competent deputies, who will remain until the next figurehead arrives. Still sucks for the diplomats’ families, though.
I think usually decisions about recalling senior diplomats would be handled by the transition team on a case by case basis, and would be communicated to the posts important enough to warrant an immediate change much sooner than this. I wouldn’t be surprised if our ambassadors have been trying to get some information…
There’s less than 35,000 miles on this Vega? If the one we had was typical, that means it’s due for its engine rebuild in about 10,000 miles.
I pretty regularly drive through Dickinson Center. You know who used to live in Dickinson Center? Tillie Michell, that’s who.
Your metaphor is masterful, if a bit nauseating.
Where’s M. Burlescock when we need him?
There IS no safe space BWAHAHAHA!
No doubt that the reason for the accident was the lack of snow tires, but the reason for J.B.’s extensive injuries was the outdated design of the car. I think he acknowledged that at the time. Maybe I my memory is off.
Has he been recommending panthers since the accident?
HE doesn’t know what’s going on. HE’s the smartest person. Therefor NOBODY knows what’s going on. I guess.
What I can offer you from my experience is only that mental illness is a very individual thing. I have had many therapists, only one of which did anything worthwhile for me, though all of them were enthusiastically recommended by people I trust. I have been prescribed many different drugs, for many years, and only…
He certainly looks like he’s growing a beard.
Last summer I stopped at a green because it looked like someone was about to run the red, and got hit from behind. The driver who hit me from behind claimed I was at fault because the driver who looked like they were about to run the red, in the end, didn’t. Luckily, my insurance company disagreed.
Much of our land IS undeveloped. Much of THAT is undevelopable.
It is, in a way, my effort to constantly retrain myself. Like everyone else, I think I’m a pretty good driver. But intellectually, I know that I am not likely better than average. Focussing on my faults produces better results that seeking confirmation of my strengths.
When in comes to driving, it seems that the Lake Wobegon rules apply: every driver is above average, at least in their own mind.