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When I was still employed our bosses tried a MB test and training course to solve the problem of nobody getting along with anybody else. (Translation: we collectively thought the bosses were total idiots unworthy of their pay and power). Out of a shop of a dozen SOBs, I was the only “I” type. Which had them pointing

I voided the warranty the day I bought mine by installing Ubuntu Linux as soon as I powered up.

Trump is still thinking of the Presidency as a business venture/scheme. The wall is his best chance to generate the kind of contracts and arrangements that will let him scam the investors (us) out of money. Then declare bankruptcy and fade into the night with a few million in hand gloating over outsmarting everyone.

Emigrating to Lichtenstein, ASAP.

He doesn’t want a wall, never did. What he wants is the money he can pocket by arranging sweetheart deals for contractors to build something far enough away from New York that the Housing Authority won’t be all over his case about standards.

Right. Let’s set the bar too high for all the regular rednecks on the TV circuit.

It is past time to start tracking Trump’s factual statements. Think of how much easier it would be. Articles like this reduced to one sentence like, “Nothing got done.” “No real words were spoken.” Then we could go back to concentrating on real news. If any.

Mine wasn’t a dog bed but a shaggy bear throw rug. The head had a pillow stuffed in it. Add a blanket and it was perfect. I know that because it got handed down and my sisters loved it too.

The two party line up for the rest of the 21st Century is already forming battle lines in the House of Representatives. Old School Democrats versus Socialist Progressives. The rump of the GOP will hide behind the Old School and tempt them to adopt “liberal” platforms that favor their in groups. Give it 100 years and

Sound alone did it for me when I older. But, yeah, babies are quite a different story.

The sound of a train clicking over the tracks is a childhood memory that still carries me off. Rain will do OK, but it’s not quite the same.

Time for him to fire his staff, refuse to pay the contractors and walk away with whatever part of the investor’s money that he hasn’t spent on gilded toilets. Then get sued for recovery and pay out pennies on the dollar for out of court settlements. Finally, move on to his next big project. Becoming Putin’s next Vice

The first place they will hit is Walmart. Low price looting. Then anyplace that sells hard liquor. And the pharmacies. After that the police won’t be so much round them up as peel them off the pavements. The survivors that is.

Darwinian evolutionary theory in action. Morans vs. US Armed Forces.

Too late.

Yes. At the time I was reducing my TV watching pretty dramatically. But the absolutely crazed antics of Deathmatch made laugh like a hyena. A morale booster in the weekly drudgery.

One of the few shows I set my VCR to record so I wouldn’t miss it. Hopefully this second coming will be just as good.

Unless it is from some government department, I doubt they will bother.

So the local Barneys will have to get better at cover up narratives. Or maybe start losing bodies ala South American Death Squads.

Easily distracted by shiny stuff.