Because outside coverage of this has been making this mistake since day one, I feel compelled to mention that it wasn't a Wegmans, it was a Redner's. They're both grocery chains that exist in PA, but Wegmens is the relatively fancy one and Redner's is the more rural one. The issue wasn't just that he got the name wrong, but that he got it wrong by signaling his greater familiarity with the high end variety while in the midst of cosplaying as a down to earth regular joe. Redner's—at least the one I was familiar with in my time in Berks County—also has some interesting elements to it around worker buy-in and the founder's unsolved murder which were probably meant to provide further texture in peeling off Democratic votes, but the dude botched the appeal when he didn't even notice he said the wrong name before posting his little web video.
I don't know which one he was in. I suppose that if he wanted to rack up the higher invoice he would have gone to Wegman's. But the point you're missing is the whichever he was in he declared that it was a "Wegner's". Which of course isn't even a store name. (Wegman's or Redner's, but no Wegners") Which by extension means he never goes to a grocery store except for his stupid little scripted "health tips." What struck me at the time was how everyone was whining that he used the more snooty term "crudite" rather than the more folksy "veggie tray", as though crudite isn't just as common as coup de grace, another fancy French term.
I'm not missing that point, it was just accurately reflected in the article, and thus didn't need any input. And trust me, dude's in a Redners in the video. If you've been to both chains, there's not a question based on the layout.
I, too, lived on a millionaire’s farm once for a few months (housesitting) and it too also was not in Pennsylvania. That is why I’d like to announce my GOP candidacy for US senate. I feel I am well qualified for this. Granted I have not shot any goats or dogs but as a Canadian I can’t be VP anyway. I hate babies that are out of the uterus and love ones that are still in. I own oversized rubber boots. I call it crudités, not veggies and dip. I have no clue if you need to show ID to buy lobster with your welfare cheques.
Alternatively I will be willing to become a talking head on Fox News. I can style my hair like I used a flowbee to do it and talk in a creepy soft voice like Smurfette possessed by Satan. I can perfect my troweled on makeup. Please buy my new book, 101 Reasons America Sucks and How I Can Save It If Everyone Sends Me $50.
Unless you woke up at stupid o'clock every morning to do chores like milking cows and slopping hogs; unless you spent weekends running barbed wire fence and cutting firewood; unless you had to go to the barn after midnight for hours on a school night because your cow was having a calf or a sow a litter of pigs, you did NOT grow up on a farm.
Sooooooo been there and SOOOOOO did that. If you've never used a post hole digger and pulled barbed wire with a block and tackle, with a mouth full of fence nails.........you ain't lived.......
That's how we heated the basement.....where me and my brothers slept. The trick was bringing in enough firewood to last through the night. One of us (usually my younger brother) had to get up around 0200 and re-stoke the fire......if he screwed up he caught hell from my older brother......(who then made HIM go out in the snow for kindling in the morning). that dumbass never caught on to pre-planning......
IK,R? I can't tell you how many times my discussions for getting together with someone started with (or at least was a calculus in my head), "let's see, Daddy wants to get the hay baled and in the barn, then I have to feed the cows, then go feed the hunting dogs and clean their pens, then I'll need a shower... I can probably meet you by 7? But my parents' will want me home early."
The problem isn't that the Rs can't find a nice Republican boy who grew up on a real farm, it's that they can't find one who can also self-finance their Senate run.
Oh Hell... my late aunt who lived to be over 100... WAS a Pennsylvania school teacher (for something like 60+ years) and had started out in one room rural schoolhouses. She probably deserved a bigger pension than the governor, given her years of service to the state (and being a special ed teacher most of those years... probably did a lot more for the state than any billionaire part-time resident).
I should run for Senate. Both of my parents were actual teachers and I grew up on an actual farm, from which we got eggs and pork and beef and chicken and vegetables and fruit. Except I don't have a couple of hundred million dollars.
The funniest thing McCormick did was announce he was taking a bus tour to visit all 67 of PA’s counties. Then he flew back to CT after one day in Pennsylvania.
As a Pennsylvanian, I have no idea why republicans want the guy who lost in the primary to Mehmet Fucking Oz, who am I to question a gift (Arabian) horse?
If Republicans want to guarantee a Bob Casey Jr win, I’m not going to stand in their way.
To me that's the funniest part of the whole story. It's one thing to be one of the most hilariously awful political candidates in recent memory. It's another thing to have LOST to one of the most hilariously awful political candidates in recent memory.
“so his son didn’t have to cover his tattered shoes with bread bags to keep out the snow.” Hey now! We actually did this when I was little. NC doesn’t get snow very often so snow boots are not necessary. Also good luck finding them.
Because outside coverage of this has been making this mistake since day one, I feel compelled to mention that it wasn't a Wegmans, it was a Redner's. They're both grocery chains that exist in PA, but Wegmens is the relatively fancy one and Redner's is the more rural one. The issue wasn't just that he got the name wrong, but that he got it wrong by signaling his greater familiarity with the high end variety while in the midst of cosplaying as a down to earth regular joe. Redner's—at least the one I was familiar with in my time in Berks County—also has some interesting elements to it around worker buy-in and the founder's unsolved murder which were probably meant to provide further texture in peeling off Democratic votes, but the dude botched the appeal when he didn't even notice he said the wrong name before posting his little web video.
It's a supermarket. That name is everywhere.
I don't know which one he was in. I suppose that if he wanted to rack up the higher invoice he would have gone to Wegman's. But the point you're missing is the whichever he was in he declared that it was a "Wegner's". Which of course isn't even a store name. (Wegman's or Redner's, but no Wegners") Which by extension means he never goes to a grocery store except for his stupid little scripted "health tips." What struck me at the time was how everyone was whining that he used the more snooty term "crudite" rather than the more folksy "veggie tray", as though crudite isn't just as common as coup de grace, another fancy French term.
Here, barely two seconds in is his slip de la lip: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vDOYOL18cvU
I'm not missing that point, it was just accurately reflected in the article, and thus didn't need any input. And trust me, dude's in a Redners in the video. If you've been to both chains, there's not a question based on the layout.
He is lying. Typical Republican scum.
I, too, lived on a millionaire’s farm once for a few months (housesitting) and it too also was not in Pennsylvania. That is why I’d like to announce my GOP candidacy for US senate. I feel I am well qualified for this. Granted I have not shot any goats or dogs but as a Canadian I can’t be VP anyway. I hate babies that are out of the uterus and love ones that are still in. I own oversized rubber boots. I call it crudités, not veggies and dip. I have no clue if you need to show ID to buy lobster with your welfare cheques.
Alternatively I will be willing to become a talking head on Fox News. I can style my hair like I used a flowbee to do it and talk in a creepy soft voice like Smurfette possessed by Satan. I can perfect my troweled on makeup. Please buy my new book, 101 Reasons America Sucks and How I Can Save It If Everyone Sends Me $50.
Unless you woke up at stupid o'clock every morning to do chores like milking cows and slopping hogs; unless you spent weekends running barbed wire fence and cutting firewood; unless you had to go to the barn after midnight for hours on a school night because your cow was having a calf or a sow a litter of pigs, you did NOT grow up on a farm.
Sooooooo been there and SOOOOOO did that. If you've never used a post hole digger and pulled barbed wire with a block and tackle, with a mouth full of fence nails.........you ain't lived.......
And have to go outside in the snow to get kindling to start the fire because that's how you heated your house...
That's how we heated the basement.....where me and my brothers slept. The trick was bringing in enough firewood to last through the night. One of us (usually my younger brother) had to get up around 0200 and re-stoke the fire......if he screwed up he caught hell from my older brother......(who then made HIM go out in the snow for kindling in the morning). that dumbass never caught on to pre-planning......
IK,R? I can't tell you how many times my discussions for getting together with someone started with (or at least was a calculus in my head), "let's see, Daddy wants to get the hay baled and in the barn, then I have to feed the cows, then go feed the hunting dogs and clean their pens, then I'll need a shower... I can probably meet you by 7? But my parents' will want me home early."
The problem isn't that the Rs can't find a nice Republican boy who grew up on a real farm, it's that they can't find one who can also self-finance their Senate run.
I grew up on a farm. You know what I did during summer vacation? I worked on a farm.
Younger Sister lives in PA. I once lived there myself, although that's a lot of years ago; make that a lot of decades.
I don't want the Republicans in PA to do better, because I want them to continue LOSING like LOSERS.
For some reason, internet comment English seems to prefer the spelling "LOOSERS".
This variant spelling accounts for a surprisingly large fraction of my monthly allowance of Purina Peeve Chow.
Pennsylvania Republicans singing the Blue State Blues. Time to amend residency requirements.
Real farmers spread bullshit on their fields. GOP candidates spread it over their voters.
Eh. On the scale of Republican political tomfuckery, this kind of spin is pretty tame. Pre-Trumpian, even.
Please clap.
Oh Hell... my late aunt who lived to be over 100... WAS a Pennsylvania school teacher (for something like 60+ years) and had started out in one room rural schoolhouses. She probably deserved a bigger pension than the governor, given her years of service to the state (and being a special ed teacher most of those years... probably did a lot more for the state than any billionaire part-time resident).
I should run for Senate. Both of my parents were actual teachers and I grew up on an actual farm, from which we got eggs and pork and beef and chicken and vegetables and fruit. Except I don't have a couple of hundred million dollars.
"hardscrapple"
Worth my monthly Wonkette contribution all by itself.
The funniest thing McCormick did was announce he was taking a bus tour to visit all 67 of PA’s counties. Then he flew back to CT after one day in Pennsylvania.
As a Pennsylvanian, I have no idea why republicans want the guy who lost in the primary to Mehmet Fucking Oz, who am I to question a gift (Arabian) horse?
If Republicans want to guarantee a Bob Casey Jr win, I’m not going to stand in their way.
To me that's the funniest part of the whole story. It's one thing to be one of the most hilariously awful political candidates in recent memory. It's another thing to have LOST to one of the most hilariously awful political candidates in recent memory.
𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝒀𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝑻𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝑴𝒄𝑪𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒌’𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆 — 𝒊𝒏 𝑷𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒔𝒚𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂, 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒆? —
Yes, that is correct. It is best when it's crispy.
I beg to differ. It’s best when thrown unopened in the trash after my mother leaves.
:( Or you could donate it to me.
“so his son didn’t have to cover his tattered shoes with bread bags to keep out the snow.” Hey now! We actually did this when I was little. NC doesn’t get snow very often so snow boots are not necessary. Also good luck finding them.