On my bookshelves I’ve got a.) a paperback copy of Infinite Jest, b.) at least one of that nitwit Ayn Rand’s books, and (bonus horror) c.) an English translation of Mein Kampf.

She shouldn’t have had to do that, and she didn’t have to do that either, not while the option existed to say, “Oh, so you don’t believe I really got shot? And I’m supposed to give a shit about what you do and don’t believe? Believe whatever you want; I believe you can kiss my ass.”

Then you must be not “little,” but large.

They already are getting bailed out, their insurance is subsidized by the taxpayer.

How would he feel? “Wonder what’s in her will! Oh boy!”

A lot of people overestimate the fraction of Florida that will go under due to the global warming. With as little as two more feet of rise, Miami is doomed, as well as the millionaires’s luxurious waterfront enclaves on the barrier islands along the Atlantic and the Gulf. But, for example, my house, only four miles…

To-kill-ya. Jeez. I got so incredibly sick the first three times I drank that fucking poison, I can still remember it forty-eight years later. (My own fault; perhaps I should have been more moderate.)

After trying several times and being told “Don’t have ‘em yet” and “Just sold the last one a half-hour ago,” I finally got one of those. In fact I went back the next day and had a second one, so I’ve tried both the regular one and the spicy one. The regular one was quite good. The spicy one was OK, but there was so…

You may think that there are two guys in that car, but actually that’s a vinyl overlay. The driver is a “super-fan” of the famous Czech rock stars Karel Hašek and Jan Janácek (yes, the grandson of the famous composer) from the pop group Skvelá Zpráva!

I’d actually go take a look at that one if I were within a few hours’s driving distance. The price is a bit high but not crazy high. NBs are very nice - I’ve had two - and that’s not a lot of miles.

I spent twenty years working as a land surveyor in the field in Florida so I have come across wasp and yellow-jacket nests countless times. One of the best pieces of advice I got when I was first doing surveys in the woods and palmettos is, if you happen to disturb a wasp’s nest and a bunch of them come out and start…

Nice, very nice, but too expensive. Maybe in another twenty years they’ll be so rare that that price will be justified.

What’s your plan for when all the hospitals are full to 150% of capacity? Let me guess. Rank the patients by income and throw the poorest third into the dumpster out back.

Do you mean “Their core problem is (not getting laid)“ or “Their core problem is not (getting laid)“?

You short-peckered fellas ought to learn to shut the fuck up. If we want shit outa you, we’ll crack your head open and spoon it out.

...and I don’t know how to feel

I’m with you there, but we don’t really know that “The High Woman in the Castle” was incapable of doing her own homework. If she was sharp enough to use her brother’s and dad’s macho bullshit to get them to do stuff for her, I suspect she was also sharp enough to do her own algebra. It was probably just fun to take…

Why? I thought Trump and Bannon had had a tissy-fit and then Trump canned Bannon. You know Trump never forgets a grudge. Why would he lift a finger to help a former aide who once had the nerve to disagree with His Majesty?

On the other hand, us antiques, or rather the insignificantly small minority of us who habitually do arithmetic, remember the Clinton years with - what’s the word? a sense of amazement that public business had ever gone so well, combined with that sad feeling that that happy state may never, ever return. I’m talking…

I don’t have any really sharp thing to say, I am just commenting to say HA HA HA HA HA HA HA WHATTA DUMBASS!