I saw this sign in the window of a local eatery during my groundpound this morning.
I got to thinking, Hmmm … seven bucks … the price is nice.
Rice:Cool, I like rice. What’s not to like?”
Beans:Excellent. I like all kinds of beans. In fact, I can’t think of a bean I don’t like.
Fries:Not good for the waistline, and rice is already part of the deal, so fries are a bonus.
Salad:Terrific. I wonder if I could get a Ceaser’s?
Meat:“Meat?” WTF? “Meat?” That covers a wide variety of animal flesh — everything from road kill to Wagyu beef. Given the price, I’m thinking that it’s probably closer on the “meat” spectrum to road kill.
I think I’ll pass.
Update: I forgot to include this as one possibility on the “meat” spectrum.
I wish I could say that it absolutely amazes me how this guy gets away with it. In fact,, it doesn’t amaze me at all when you consider that I could die of old age before the mainstream media get around to calling The One on his bullshit. I’d also be willing to lay some serious odds that the average Joe Blow has no idea what the “public option” or “single payer system” is. Free stuff!!
I have written a bit about how much I enjoy Firefly Sweet Tea Vodka (and its flavor variations). Apparently lots of peeps feel the same way, thereby creating a national market for the product. Under our blessed free-market system (while it lasts), a successful product is sure to attract competition (from a non-governmental entity), which ultimately benefits the marketplace and the consumer.
Such is the case with Sweet Tea Vodka. The Jeremiah Weed Bourbon folks have gone national with Jeremiah Weed Sweet Tea Vodka. My daughter, knowing that I am a vodka swashbuckler, gifted me with a large bottle of the stuff, which I promptly placed in the freezer for the initial chill to be eagerly followed by a generous portion poured over ice – clear ice, of course.
It was excellent. I have not done a side by side comparison with Firefly’s product, nor do I know whether it offers a distinct advantage in price. I do know that it’s a mighty fine drink, well worth your giving it a try.
Here is a video of the intentionally mysterious “Mr. Weed” describing the origin of the stuff. I suspect that this “Down Home” video was produced on Madison Avenue, but I thought you might like to see it anyway.
Last night’s rain squall brought with it a beautiful autumn morning. It’s always great to be awake early enough on a Sunday to have the streets largely to myself. Normally this street is heavily traveled, and the cars are often driven by people who confuse the brake pedal with the horn. Clear day, with cool, comfortable temperature and a rare bit of quiet made for a great Sunday groundpound.
Virtually every sewer grate looked like this one. Last night’s rain took down many of the color-changing leaves, which is a bad thing, and it clogged the storm sewers resulting in many flooded streets and horrendous driving conditions, which was a really bad thing.
My thoughts meandered, but they tended to drift in the direction of the excellent peeps I didn’t have a chance to see this weekend in Tennessee, as I absolutely, positively had to be somewhere else. It was the first gathering there that I’ve missed. I look forward to reading all about it.
President BARACK OBAMA was invited to address a major gathering of the American Indian Nation two weeks ago in upstate New York . He spoke for almost an hour about his plans for increasing every Native American’s present standard of living. He referred to his time as a U.S. Senator and how he had voted for every Native American issue that came to the floor of the Senate.
Although President Obama was vague about the details of his plans, he seemed most enthusiastic and spoke eloquently about his ideas for helping his “red sisters and brothers.” At the conclusion of his speech, the Tribes presented Obama with a plaque inscribed with his new Indian name, “Walking Eagle.” The proud President then departed in his motorcade to a fundraiser, waving to the crowds.
A news reporter later asked the group of chiefs how they came to select the new name they had given to the President.
They explained that “Walking Eagle” is the name given to a bird so full of shit it can no longer fly.
Tony Williams has been banging around in my cruller all day.
Tony Williams, a Jersey Guy by birth, was the lead singer in the Platters in the fifties and sixties, and, quite simply, it is difficult to find a more gorilla stompin’ voice. He could sing the shit out of a song. Here is one of my faves.
Ready for another?
Here he is singing “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes.” Unfortunately, the video cuts off, by milliseconds, the last note in the song, but you get the idea. Tony Williams had some chops. Snoop Dog and Kanye just don’t pack that kind of farookin’ gear.