Started a new page of favorite things.
I will admit, I haven’t tried every brand out there. There could be something I would like better… but I doubt it. To me, the best chocolate milk on the market in the U.S. is Promised Land Midnight Chocolate Milk. I think Prince might have written Nothing Compares 2 U while contemplating an empty bottle of this chocolate nectar.
For over 200 years these pencils have been made the traditional way out of the remnants of Fort Ticonderoga so your pencil will be mightier than the sword.
Hop on your hobby-horse and head on over to Barnes & Noble. Go to the coffee shop. Get yourself a slice of Hershey Chocolate Cheesecake. Do this ASAP, while brick & mortar B&N stores still exist.
What are you waiting for? GO!
Why did it take me so many years to understand just how wonderful good strawberry ice cream is?
So a headline over at HuffPost this morning reads:
“Incensed Sean Hannity Says Talking Gun Control After Las Vegas Is ‘Shameful’”
Actually, Hannity’s comment is itself entirely shameful. Yes, I believe in the First Amendment, and he has the right to say what he thinks, and those ass hats at Fox give him a platform on which to say it; but that doesn’t mean he is right or even sane. He needs his mouth washed out with soap and he should be sent to his room until, I dunno, maybe forever.
And yes, I know he isn’t the only one saying what he said. But all of those political hacks, media blowhards, and self-appointed experts are wrong. In fact, they are counting on it never being a good time to talk about gun control. Instead, the NRA tools have a bill before Congress right now meant to ease restrictions on gun silencers. Gee, I wonder if it is a good time to discuss that?
I am waiting for the inevitable NRA statement that if all the concertgoers had been armed, the shooting would not have happened. Also, be sure to watch for Alex Jones claiming that the whole attack was a false flag operation by pro-Obama deep state operatives that want to take everyone’s guns away.
This stuff has to stop.