I believe that Secret Service code name is spelled M-E-W-S.

Or donate the statue to the Historical Commission, with a large and thoughtfully worded plaque from some of their students explaining it all welded to the base. There’s surely a museum in some part of that state that has a corner in a basement.

And when he’s done, there won’t be anything left in those parks worth preserving from monetization, the TSA and other Fed worker unions will be busted and they’ll bring in minimum wage contract labor from ex-Blackwater (Academi?) or lease prisoners from Southwest Key or some other private prison for pennies a day!…

The slide of that part down the side of her head into her master’s territory should be tracked, I fear. Although I suppose she’s moving in on account of her hair falling out in patches because of not letting her conscience bother her, so it’s a little different!

I suppose it’s too much to hope that it’s a technicality that freed him up to go directly to an involuntary commitment at a secure psychiatric facility?

That is so sad. Most rescues ask that you return the dog to them if you need to rehome it. You should not be hesitant to give him back to where he came from, the dog can be placed in an environment that doesn’t demand so much. (And if it’s associated with a training program, they can tune him up before they try…

The solution for my mother, cooking for one after so many years, has been to stuff her freezer with individual portions of delicious things that cook in a flash, like scallops or flash frozen tuna or other seafood, boned chicken breast or thighs, pork medallions, small steaks, etc. (I sometimes wonder if this is the…

Bottled eggnog tastes very odd because it’s cooked. My mother made raw eggnog, which I absolutely loved. It was her go-to invalid food when we weren’t THAT sick and was always a delightful end to a day of goldbricking. This leads to a big question: Is the modern egg more dangerous? I presume that it’s a lot cheaper…

I just googled this, wondering how you could object to such a gift, but I see that it is NOT a combination glitter bomb. I am deeply disappointed.

Oh, and adding insult to injury, I was assigned a PCP, went to get a physical and asked if I should go to the drugstore for a flu shot and they said “oh no, we do it here.” As it turned out, the nice aide plying the needle wasn’t part of the network, and it cost me a cool $167.00. It seemed unreasonable to me, but…

This past year I spent $1178.94/mo for me and me alone, admittedly a platinum plan because I’m so afraid of getting really sick. As it turns out, this plan doesn’t include any doctor I have ever been to before in my life (all the NYC plans have in-network only coverage, and very odd networks that are diminishing daily)…

Back in the ’70s, when we were in our twenties, a friend got cancer. First, his health insurance ran into its caps (he was an employee of NYS, insured by HIP) so there was no more insurance. We were kids, no savings, his parents had pensions but few savings, and he had to apply for welfare. We spent untold hours…

I think the core problem is that his title should be “The Stigma Against My Conservative Politics Is Worse Than The Stigma Of Being Gay.” SO FAR. This is an example of it’s OK because I’m fine, and he calls it “reasoning.”

Remember when Reagan ran on “are you better off than you were four years ago,” and it worked?

So he sits his flabby ass down in the pew THEN leans across two people to greet her? As if there weren’t enough reasons to raise eyebrows.

I’ve been rather unsympathetic to this crowd since the day some whacko “released” my dog from his leash on 9th Avenue. Fortunately he was just confused instead of killed by a bus, but DAMN. It was 20+ years ago and the beast is long gone, but my heart still pounds when I think about it. I didn’t have the wherewithal…

Poison control says:

It’s like The Lord of the Flies in there.

Negroni, strong and BITTER, just like me!