I see. So the one she was definitely going to lose this time around is still definitely going to be lost, just not by her. That’s sad. I was looking forward to missing her.

Wasn’t that the “much safer” district she switched to after damn near losing her own district in '22?

Crazy is so good in bed though. You just need an escape plan and a go bag. And wrap that fucker up because you never ever ever want to breed crazy.

We are days away from hearing about the onion on his belt.

Stretching a lead is a sports term. Most commonly in racing. Sports metaphors are common in politics.

One of the differences between the right and the left, you just made me realize, is how we treat heroes.

Kyle murders two protestors and he’s a hero. He can fuck it up, but that’s all it takes to get there.

If a left leaning person became a hero for rescuing cats out of a house fire, you’d have a hundred reporters digging up dirt about how he cuts in line at Starbucks, or an ex coworker thought his obsession with cute animal butts was a little creepy.

I’m minimizing. People who do good things sometimes have done real shit but I don’t want to sidetrack. Point is, the right elevates their heroes while the left humanizes them. It’s not just a different playing field, it’s a whole other sport.

I deleted 148 mostly political spam emails that I got from Saturday to Tuesday. I’m glad to have donated a few bucks, but fucking Christ. I hear from a dozen people daily (or more) plus “guest solicitors” like half of Hollywood.

It’s great when his arguments only strengthen my resolve to stand with Democrats in supporting Ukraine.

How is life so cheap. Killed himself over $63k. If I was ever going to do something that catching consequences was going to make me kill myself, it would have to be a hell of a lot more money than that. Maybe at 100x I’d take my chances. Maybe. I just don’t understand.

People are so much stupider than I ever thought. And I thought I was a cynic.

I haven’t visited in a while, but it’s a great community.

That’s a good boy!

You think he could finish a couch? I think it would eventually fake it, tell him what a good boy he was, and then roll over and let him sleep in the wet spot.

Yeah fuck all that. They can keep their discount.

I love in a suburb of a Midwestern state capital.

Here are my walking distances: (I’ll do my best to convert distances)

• To the nearest convenience store: 3.2km
• To the nearest chain supermarket: 4km
• To the bus stop: 2.75km
• To the nearest park: 1.5km (it’s a pretty decent park with a swimming/fishing pond)
• To the nearest big supermarket: 12km
• To the nearest library: 2.4km
• To the nearest train station: 10km (this isn’t a commuter line, but a long distance city to city line). This is also where intracity buses are boarded.
• To State Capitol: 13 km

Of all of these, only the walk to the Capitol is shorter than the drive (by about 1.5km) due to walking paths. I’ve never walked it all in one go, but I have walked both halves of the trail.

He always struck me as a guy who is who he is. He would fail any ideology test because he goes by his gut rather than any ideological compass. I think he felt his supporters were being a bit mercurial for opposing him so vehemently on Israel. Not really an excuse, but I think he just lost his shit and lost his way. So probably a decent guy but he has to do a lot of work to repair that bridge and I have no idea if he’s up to it.

But I could be wrong.

I understand how you got there, but it sounds like a tough hoe to plow.

Let’s just say if 2 orgasms per week lowers your risk of prostate cancer, I’m pretty sure my prostate will last until the heat death of the universe.

But this isn’t even close. I’d choose laughter every time.

Where the fuck does he think the women under fifty fucking came from?

We’ve got 4 daughters. You’d better fucking believe their human rights are important to us. Do they think agency and autonomy are fucking academic issues to women?

Kids are great. I mean they’ll break you for sure, but in good ways. Challenge you. You’ve got probably 8-10 years where they adore you no matter who you are. Then a few years where they barely tolerate you no matter who you are. And then you get to find out whether you did good or fucked everything all up.

Forget raising them. They observe and mostly raise themselves other than sometimes needing some help or advice that they may or may not ask for or accept. They’ll be bits of you peppered in with bits of your wife and a bit of someone you don’t even recognize.

And none of them are evil, though when you’re ripping up carpet because your daughter wanted to know how many gallons of water the towels in her closet could hold, or repainting because your toddler is Pablo Poopcasso, you might think so.

But there are special moments you couldn’t have with anyone else in this planet. And I’m not saying they make everything else worth it — no they just give you enough sustenance to try to hold onto your sanity a bit longer. But the experience is unique and worthwhile.

Sorry, I’m not trying to talk you into kids, just got me vibing thinking about mine. I have five. Three are out of the house. And raising them has been a wonderful and humbling experience. But I don’t have room left to fawn over anyone else.

Yeah. I’m married with adult kids. All of that is work enough. I don’t have enough energy left to crush on anyone. Not even like a platonic bro-crush or whatever.