A cocktail for the brain damaged and morally-vapid WH press secretary: the Gin-Saké Martini.
Someone ought to start bringing her a barrel of the stuff for her press conferences. It would improve them a great deal.

"In a democracy (‘rule by mob’), those who refuse to learn from history will be the majority and will dictate that everyone else suffer for their ignorance."
A cocktail for the brain damaged and morally-vapid WH press secretary: the Gin-Saké Martini.
Someone ought to start bringing her a barrel of the stuff for her press conferences. It would improve them a great deal.
“Gummint” schools are largely “prisons for kids,” but there can be bright spots. . .
Of all the classes I had in high school, two “classes” have proven to be the most _personably_ valuable, long term, and both for similar reasons. I was lost in my first year of algebra, thanks largely to a disaffection stemming from ghastly experiences with ‘new math.” (Before exposure to that abomination of “edumacationist” experimentation, I kinda enjoyed math.) Thankfully, a sophomore year teacher who just loved math and teaching it resurrected a dead enjoyment of math.
And then there was band. I learned more appreciation of music from simply rehearsing and playing the works we were exposed to than in all my college classes combined. I can still hear many of those pieces “between my ears.”
And the math classes and music worked well together in forming logic chains in my head, and those served me well in appreciating and seeing links in language, history, and many other fields. Of course, the fact that I simply ignored classes when they became boring and substituted voracious reading also helped forge those “chains of reason.”
So, “gummint” schools were not a total waste of time. . . as long as I managed to ignore the boring parts. (Example: teachers who taught “from the book” when I had already read through the textbook before the first week passed. Boring.)
I am not clear on the rules of engagement the Ukrainian resistance is operating under, though I would think that “anything goes” would be appropriate when dealing with an invader. . . (I’d include some soap flakes/shredded Styrofoam in gasoline/diesel-based Molotov Cocktails, were I making some for resistance, but maybe that’s just me. . . )
Dhimmi: person living in a region overrun by Muslim conquest who pays “protection money” to the Islamic extortion racket in order to maintain a mere semblance of natural rights regularly abrogated by tyrannical Muslim rule.
Taxpayer: a person living in a region overrun by statist anarcho-tyrannists who pays “protection money” to a “gummint” extortion racket in order to maintain a mere semblance of natural rights regularly abrogated by statist anarcho-tyrannists.
Saw this analogy elsewhere: Broccoli (Trump) or dog crap (CwaZy (pervy, racist) UnKa JoE, ZOMBIE POOPY-PANTS President in Name Only). Dhimmicraps prefer eating dog crap. Chow down, Dhimmicraps. You have a full plate of it, now.
“Shortly after the police mounted the charge and trampled the crowd, the Ottawa Police claimed via Twitter someone threw a bicycle at one of the horses. Video of the incident shows it wasn’t a bicycle, and it was not thrown, it was the mobility walker of the deceased victim as she was trampled by the horses.”
Do not EVER visit Ottawa, folks, at least not until the entire police department is scrubbed from top to bottom, and the city’s government razed to the ground and rebuilt from scratch. Sure, there MAY be A decent cop left in the OPD, but if so, he’s not all THAT decent, because he’s still a part of the OPD. I do not care what excuses they come up with (“No one was seriously hurt” meaning “Not one of US!” and “That mobility walker was a bicycle, and that disabled old lady threw it at a cop.”), the entire force should be disbanded and replaced with decent human beings.
Right.
Parents, 12-year-old say Abby Broyles verbally ‘accosted’ kids at Valentine’s party
And, filed under “In vino veritas,” this lil pull quote:
“According to multiple accounts of the evening, Broyles became intoxicated and spoke derogatorily to some of the girls. She allegedly called one girl an “acne fucker,” which prompted the girl to leave the room in tears. Broyles allegedly called another girl a “Hispanic fucker” and another a “judgy fucker.”
“At one point, Broyles allegedly vomited into a laundry basket and onto one girl’s shoes.”
Yeh, I post things like this because you can’t stop me.
And involves a LOT more than just the time I spent today reorganizing and resupplying/rotating out/in items in both my EDC bag and BOB. Need also to recheck the pantry (for “shelter in place”–the most likely scenario), our PII folders for quick evac, GOOD-y boxes*, update FAKs and trauma pack, etc., etc.
In fact, for “shelter-in-place” scenario, a LOT of supplies need to be checked/updated. Update will? Yeh, but that’s a bit down on my list.
*GOOD-y Boxes: “Get Out Of Dodge”-y *heh* include more food, clothing, etc., as well as places to quickly file documents cleaned out of the safe, hard drives (which include ebook copies of much of my hard copy library, pictures, etc.), notebooks, etc.
The difficult thing about GOOD-y Boxes is maintaining enough transport space in vehicles. *heh* Have to leave room for pets and their carriers (in the case of the cats) and supplies.