He doesn’t have the respect of the old. Stop believing the divisive lie that everybody over 50 supports him, the GOP, or any of the destructive crap they’re peddling. We are in this together, young and old.

Read, twit. If you actually read what I wrote, your silly statement will be revealed as the lacking-in-fact, air-past-the-teeth-and-tongue nonsense it is.

And, just what is the level of strontium-90 in your bones and teeth?

This is actually one of the most irresponsible pieces of, “journalism,” I’ve read in a very long time. There is no, “advice,” for surviving what cannot be survived. If anyone makes it through not just the initial strikes, but the torrents of automatically launched retaliatory strikes, nobody will survive the decades…

Read. Automatic responses. No human control. Not set up for any, “limited exchange,” but complete destruction. Few will survive the initial days of explosions everywhere. Nobody will survive decades, or even centuries of nuclear winter. Read, dammit.

It’s all lies. There is no safe distance. There is no safe place. Even if anyone survives the actual nuclear exchanges, nobody can hide from nuclear winter. And, you won’t see the particles that you breathe in and out and settle on your hair and skin and irradiate you. This is why we demanded nuclear disarmament and…

Stop this now. There is no safe distance from a nuclear explosion. Remember wind? How it moves here and there? How, after a nuclear explosion, it will carry radioactive particles for miles and miles and miles far beyond the initial blast site?

The car was running. It ran fine for a couple of months. Then, it sputtered and needed a fuel pump. Ran fine again. A month later, oil pressure started fluctuating. Changed the oil pump. Car still ran fine. The body work was optional, and let it be until I saw the ad looking for Fiat, MG, or Triumph convertibles.…

Tin foil hat, no tin foil hat, here’s what I recall:

“here’s how I know so you’ve never owned a fiat/alfa”

We have the 6-speed. Easy-peasey. Just did about a thousand-mile round-trip in two days. Comfy, about 31 mpg with combined Interstate and surface street driving, and made heavy use of cruise control to maintain even speeds both uphill and down.

‘72 124 Spyder. Paid $200 in ‘84. Spent perhaps a thousand replacing a fuel pump, oil pump, making a new top from scratch using the old one as a template, new seat covers, a Blaupunkt head unit (“Came from a guy, don’t ask too many questions, honey”), glasspack muffler (but with chrome tail pipe ends), and sold it…

That was dumb 50 years ago. Even dumber now.

Again. 500L. I’m a bit over 6 feet, being all Nordic and all, and I fit just fine.

Not a problem with our 500L. Really. Scheduled service and maintenance, sure, but the car has been really trouble-free for over 60K miles. Like all cars, sometimes there are bad apples, aka, lemons, but usually they run with no muss, no fuss.

“ ... underfunded ... ”

1980 Ford Escort Wagon. I referred to it as the, “POS,” model. Entered the family via a credit union sale of Hertz rental fleet cars. My father loved it. Until after the first year of ownership when he calculated he was spending at least $100 a month on repairs. Cheap, plastic brackets would break. The rear exhaust…

“We also have to keep in mind that political opposition here in the U.S won’t get you jailed and killed.” 

All that money and he’s still outdressed by Midwestern tool-and-die company owners and Rotary Club members everywhere. (Many apologies to members of Rotary, which is a fine organization.)

Guess all that Koch money poured into NPR and PBS is paying off.