Neanderpundit

The spicy italian sammiches from Subway are the closest thing to actual food I usually get, but this week the wife sent me off with some of her most excellent homemade chili, which has helped improve my gustatory lot a good deal.

The combination therof has also done some things to my dreams as well.

Last night I dreampt that Alton Brown was staying in the hotel, and he brought a whole kitchen with him, in the form of a specially modified motor home. I got to sit in his mobile kitchen while he made couscous for the entire hotel.

Dork Turban, the wonderful scumbag from illinois, was actually here last week, and I tried to get Alton to poison him, but he wouldn’t compromise his food, for which I didn’t blame him.

On the other hand, Alton said, “if you can get him close enough I’ll stuff him in the Robot Coupe” (wherin he pointed to a blixer the size of a trash can, apparently a gift from Alton’s wife). He was apparently trying to rid himself of the implement, since he looked upon it as the ultimate unitasker and would have none of it.

A week out from the election, all I can say, is we’re fucked. The idiots have the power of the media, the unions, the schools, and more; no matter how many people are disgusted by the current crop of fucktards, they are going to be either left in place or replaced by a new crop who are just as ignorant.

We will not vote our way out of this shit. Obamacare and all the associated bullshit is here to stay, and nothing we ever do in a voting booth will change that. Mark my words.

Do you get pubic hair in the showerhead?

No, no, I don’t want to know.