So one has to find the “best” way, one’s personal way around it until someone else does find the truly best way.
Of course, others claim to have found the best way…if you understand coding and computer science, which I do not. So, screw them. …
Why do you believe there are so many Chinese restaurants everywhere and Chinese laundries? A simple and straightforward historical answer exists. The same, essentially, that explains why there are so many Jewish bankers and pawnbrokers, and why so many Irish pub owners. …
You will not find anyone on this platform more dedicated to locating solutions to the climate crisis than this boy.
Nor will you find anyone on this platform more dedicated to his coffee.
Which is why my coffee comes from an organic socialist women’s collective in Peru. And, no doubt about it, this is the best damned coffee you’ve ever tasted.
So. Why do the Great Minds of Europe believe that the Great Solution to the Great Problem of Coffee is Great Laboratory Science? Namely, growing coffee in a Petrie dish? Coffee that tastes like something “in between a coffee and a black tea”?
For years I’ve been screaming into the wind (“screaming,” right? that’s what you do?) that people should go back to the land and begin farming in order to save the planet. Instead these bozos think growing things in tubes is the way to go.
Live in or anywhere near Minnesota or come from there?
Aren’t you lucky? You can now claim to be in the presence of America’s only bastion of All-Whiteness. And we ain’t talkin’ about snow, baby.
At least it isn’t — technically — Christian, praise the Lord. But it is, technically, a church.
Some Norse heathens (not my word!) have claimed their First Amendment right to establish a church in rural Minnesota denying entrance to any non-whites to preserve the purity of their race. Local authorities, feeling bound to protect those freedoms, have given them the old okee-doke.
Let us now gather at the river to recall a few facts: Once there was a place called Africa. Maybe its still there, I don’t know. No one wants to write that history for some reason. Starting in the 15th century or so these heathens… Well, I’ll let someone else tell you.
Maybe young poets like to raise dead idols
but not save the living
so sing that song brothers and sisters
Well, since my baby left me
Well, I found a new place to dwell
Well, it’s down at the end of Lonely Street
At Heartbreak Hotel
If we call all our loved ones and tell them that we miss them very much and that we want to see them as soon as possible, and we set a date for this, how many people will come to us, no matter what city they are in on that…
They keep pulling me back in.
That was the line from Godfather Three, wasn’t it?
I don’t really want to continue this argument. I’d rather go on about my merry way writing for The Haven and having laughs with Christine Stevens. Honest. …