Neanderpundit

The whole debt ceiling nonsense is not a negotiation, it’s more like an auction. Our freedom and our money is being auctioned off to the highest bidder.

And, it’s a damned good thing the powers that be are not “negotiating” with the American public, because it would go a bit more like this:

Congress:”Here’s our debt ceiling proposal. Say yes.”
me: “Oh, I’m sorry, you don’t understand the rules of negotiation. You propose one thing, I propose another. Then we try to meet in the middle, somewhere”

Congress:” So what do you propose?”
me:”I’m glad you asked. First, all the embedded burocrats will have their assets confiscated and used to pay down the deficit, and they will work for free from now on. The same goes for all members of the house and senate, and all their employees, but they will only do so until they are voted out, but if re-elected they will continue to serve free. Anyone who dislikes these terms will be able to opt out. Opting out involves looping a guitar string around their neck, and jumping off a railroad bridge. Voting for increased spending anytime without a 95% referendum vote from their constituency will result in public flogging, and execution of the officials favorite uncle. That’s our proposal, now where’s your counter proposal?”

Negotiation means starting from your OPTIMAL position, and giving a little ground. it does NOT mean starting six inches from your OPPONENT’s position and then giving ground, you fuckmonkeys.

Whistlepig: 0.

Who knew that those little bastards could climb trees? I sure didn’t. But they can, and do.

And then they fall on your head while you’re watching them gradually keel over from puncture wounds of unknown origin.

Glad he was dead. I now completely understand why it’s not cool to stand directly under the monkey you’re shooting with a blowgun dart.

because, i assume, so many are on vacation- but I also notice that the ones who remain tend to be the better drivers, though some have issues.

Last thursday on the way in, I was in a slow spot caused by an accident close to a tollbooth. In the left lane was a guy on an 80’s vintage Yamaha Virago. There were flames coming out from under his seat. I rolled down the window. I yelled at him. “Your ass is on fire”. He looked down at what I was pointing at. He hopped off the bike. He was doing about 8 mph. He continued to sort of run-stagger-hop down the safety lane for a coupls of yards, the bike wobbled off to collide with the jersey barrier.

issues.

Never did figure out what caused the underside of his bike seat to be on fire.