“I like my potatoes every way they hit the floor.”
Think about Arizona and then think about how many miles of “last mile” electrical support had to be built to put useless signs over empty freeways in the remote mountains of the most uninhabitable deserts in North America. Your tax dollars at work.
But pity the poor writers who have to populate those signs – ever at the mercy of the witless bosses tasked with tormenting them.
Witness: On our freeways now, for Thanksgiving:
“I like my potatoes mashed and my drivers sober.”
The joke was “smashed,” of course, but a bulb to dim to get it ruined it.
Perhaps that offends only me, but I am in every way an entrepreneur for a reason.
No real estate news again, also offensive, but I have a 4-bedroom rental in Goodyear coming soon: A short hop to the I-10 one way or to Spring Training the other.
Breaking Ground: Exodus.
FrontPage Mag: Everything is on the Line: A close look at Georgia Senate Candidate Raphael Warnock.
Christopher Bedford: The Future Of President Trump’s Agenda Hangs On Georgia.
Daniel Greenfield: An Illegitimate Election Plunges the Republic into a Crisis.
Theodore Dalrymple: The Age of Cant.
