So, are these two shots the best of the worst in your opinion, or just two of the many. Maybe a decent challenge for a future article would be to create a couple of shot recipes that were delicious and not just sugar bombs? Or maybe a handful of rum shots? Most of the shots use vodka because it is so neutral. They could be a section of your recipe book.
Oof, the clopen, brutal. That should be illegal for bartenders…I mean, clopening was bad enough when I was managing a shitbux, and we didn’t have to stay open past midnight
I remember the days of waiting tables Saturday night, going out to the clubs after close, and then working brunch on Sunday without having gone home and trying to make it to the end before crashing. There might have been illicit substances involved. When the waiter at brunch makes mistakes or drops things, have patience. You have no idea what they are going through.
Fernet-Branca is a digestif. That's for hoping you poop and don't puke. It's not for, like, drinky-drinking. Eeww.
Here, you'll hate this probably, it's super-sweet and when poured correctly (no ice) should give you a specific-gravity layered effect that looks vaguely like a bloody internal organ.
Prayers initiated, will not stop til I go to sleep. Keep the faith, and godspeed. Also i offer the highest Martian honorific statement from Heinlein's _Stranger In A Strange Land_: Thou art God.
I worked Friday fish party on the floor, then jumped behind the bar until it calmed down around midnight, the pulled Saturday prime rib service on the floor until 10 or 11, and back behind the bar to close, hoping to be home by 3:00, to turn around for the 10AM football early birds on Sunday morning and out by 3:00 again.
It took me 15 years of clawing my way up garbage admin jobs to make the same money I made working hard Friday through Sundays in the service industry.
The rewards are substantial, and the industry family you make along the way...they're our people forever.
I wasn't the bartender. We were a 'bistro .' I cooked lunch. I was called in to take the dinner service. Completely different menu. What I tasted was hideous. Overcooked, undercooked, hideous.
Wine sauce wreaking of raw wine.
I came to work the next morning to a kitchen FULL of filthy dishes, pans, pots.
I started washing. Owner stumbled in asking why I wasn't cooking?? I told her "Because you're not fucking cleaning! "
We had good people. The owner thought she was one of them.
I don’t like shots and haven’t drunk them ever since I was offered some blue things and ended up behaving disreputably and really wishing I was dead the next morning.
Hoti is the Zen patron saint of bartenders and fortunetellers. That's what the little brass tablet attached to my bottle of Pyrat rum says, at any rate.
The 400 Drunken Rabbit Gods (Ometochtli): In Aztec mythology, these are a pantheon of deities representing the hundreds of different ways a person can experience drunkenness.
I choose this as an invitation to post recipes. The only truly unique shot I claim to know is this:
(Don’t even know if it has a name, but it would be something rural Italian since it came from an agritourismo in Fanculo, Puglia)
Grappa
Lemon slice
Instant coffee crystals
Demerara sugar
Pour a shot of Grappa. Sprinkle the lemon slice generously with coffee and sugar. Shoot the Grappa. Suck the juice, coffee and sugar off the lemon. Repeat as necessary.
Even if you don’t like Grappa (and I don’t unless it’s stupidly expensive) there’s a good chance you’ll like this.
Well the pleasing thought of taking a nap this afternoon was just shot to shit. We have a large picture window in the kitchen that needed replacing in a big way. The thing was ordered months ago. We got the call a little while ago it's being installed this afternoon. My plans have been shattered (I couldn't help myself). I'll leave now.
See the little Prince and the Pea fast asleep on the pile of blankets? That's gonna be me this afternoon...if I can figure out a way to get one of those blankets out from under him.
A surplus of plush blankets are essential equipment within a mountain cabin. Those soft lengths of fabric are capable of serving a number of uses beyond simply snuggling up underneath.
For kittens playing peek-a-boo those blankies cannot be replaced.
I'll throw a blanket over my lap while I'm sitting in my chair. The blanket creates a fort for Co-Cat to lay in wait for some unsuspecting foot or cat that passes by. His pounces are spectacular.
How's everything under your roof this fine morning?
I swear I'm not making this up - there's another blanket behind the hummingbird pillow and the one at the other end of the couch under the dragonfly pillow. That's FOUR (4) blankets on the couch. We're crazy about blankets up here!
"Attorney General Todd Blanche said that U.S. government employees must protect the nation’s secrets and “not cavalierly toss aside this responsibility out of disagreement, selfishness or greed.”
Meanwhile, his client hid classified docs in his gaudy motel, and moved them when asked to return them. But, yeah, weird.
No vacation is complete without a few mishaps. The rule of 3 applies, though some may be large and others small. I shall recount a few and let you decide, for fair and balanced.
1. When we got there, I moved their coffee maker and pot to make room for hubby's precious, and the pot fell out of the maker and smashed on the counter and then the floor. I did not get cut so I am counting this as a minor.
2. My birthday dinner we wanted to go to a hibachi place, only they were close wednesday. So the spawn found a fusion place in the next town over so we went there. It was very tasty, though if that was filet mignon than I am an Empress, BUT.....it had one heck of an effect on hubby and I. We do not have the cast iron stomachs of our youths for sure. This may sound minor, but, it was not minor.
3. This one is a two fer: During a campfire, I had a libation in one of the cabin glasses and was using the wood fire poker to turn the logs and keep them flaming. I must say I made BITCHIN' fires, just patting my own back. At one point, hubby, who had more libations than I, stood up, stumbled hard into the poker which I had sticking in the ground next to me, and sent it into the cabin glass, which shattered. This was a more major mishap as I was really enjoying that libation, and I only have a few a year. The shattering glass caused me to knee jerk lean away, and because the entire lawn was on a slope, tilted myself right down slope. Not quite head over heels, more sideways hand spring. I braced stupidly when I landed, and sprained my wrist. That was probably the worst one as we did not even have an ace, just that stupid sticky wrap. Which helped but I was very glad to get home and find my wrist brace, which really helped.
There were other things, not all mishaps. Like, because we went so late in the year, even though it was before labor day, the kids were all back at college so the camp store, snack bar, and gift shop were all closed. But one of the rangers was very kind and offered to open the shop (for card only) for us the last day, so we could do the tourist thing and buy crap we did not need. That was very nice! But no one actually caught any fish even though they fed quite a few of them which was sad, for them.
Moral of the story: No one died, so over all, it was a decided win. But my wrist does still hurt so this took about an hour to type.
On a stupid scale from "not" to "Fatberg", they may not be "that" stupid, but they replaced Ted Kennedy with Pr0n posing Scott Brown in 2010 so they are "kinda" stupid though they did wise up in 2012
Best 2012 election photo ever:
"Elizabeth Warren responds to reporter's question on Scott Brown's nude Cosmo pictorial"
We were visiting a good friend up in Mass, a diehard GOP until Trump came along, and he called this... an ad came on TV and he said "Look at this. Can you believe what he's doing?"
In Chinese traditions, the "Buddha cat" refers to the popular resident felines at historic Chinese Buddhist temples.
Folklore claims that temple cats are the reincarnations of monks who failed in their vows during their seventh and final life stage. According to this tradition, instead of punishing these failed monks, the Buddha permitted them to return as cats.
Because of this sacred connection, they are the only animals freely allowed to lounge around temple altars, sleep on shrines, and "bless" visitors. Modern “Buddha cats,” - like "Big Orange" at the Jade Buddha Temple in Shanghai - have become online sensations, with tourists specifically visiting the sacred grounds to see the pampered temple cats. Some temples maintain dedicated spaces or cat dwellings for resident and stray felines.
Since Jen mentioned her calico cat, below, I’ll add that calicos are thought to be particularly auspicious, as the cat’s three colors represent Buddhist-aligned blessings:
I've got to play goalie every morning to block her from starving percy. And Percy does not help, he is one of those who will take a bite, wander about and play with that, come back for another bite, shoot off to play with something else....pain in the ass
Busy go. Working a clopen pray for me.
So, are these two shots the best of the worst in your opinion, or just two of the many. Maybe a decent challenge for a future article would be to create a couple of shot recipes that were delicious and not just sugar bombs? Or maybe a handful of rum shots? Most of the shots use vodka because it is so neutral. They could be a section of your recipe book.
Oof, the clopen, brutal. That should be illegal for bartenders…I mean, clopening was bad enough when I was managing a shitbux, and we didn’t have to stay open past midnight
I remember the days of waiting tables Saturday night, going out to the clubs after close, and then working brunch on Sunday without having gone home and trying to make it to the end before crashing. There might have been illicit substances involved. When the waiter at brunch makes mistakes or drops things, have patience. You have no idea what they are going through.
Gotta admit, reading this thread the next morning, I'm slightly disappointed in my fellow non-commenters.
Not one of you did the classic "what the fuck's a clopen?"
To be followed by "20 bucks, same as downtown"
Fernet-Branca is a digestif. That's for hoping you poop and don't puke. It's not for, like, drinky-drinking. Eeww.
Here, you'll hate this probably, it's super-sweet and when poured correctly (no ice) should give you a specific-gravity layered effect that looks vaguely like a bloody internal organ.
I introduce the Alien Secretion.
Rum, pineapple juice, Midori, and grenadine.
It is the secret bartender's handshake. We do shots of it all the time to get going through the day. It's absolutely for drinking.
B-52 shots are pure nostalgia to me. Thank you, Hooper!
Prayers initiated, will not stop til I go to sleep. Keep the faith, and godspeed. Also i offer the highest Martian honorific statement from Heinlein's _Stranger In A Strange Land_: Thou art God.
Take a well-earned break in the walk-in at some point!
Hi there. What is your favorite brand of vodka?
Thanks.
Complex question. I don’t drink vodka at home. I use different vodkas for different purposes. Luskoya is my cheap, neutral option.
Okay. Thanks. :)
Obviously not Hooper, but whatever is cheeeeep! Showing myself out birb, and may Hooper or anyone give you a recommendation other than me. 😂
I’ve got all the ingredients for the first one, but I too am not a fan of syrupy drinks.
A Clopen! Well you may as well stay there all night and booze it up!
Ah, the clopen. That takes me back.
I worked Friday fish party on the floor, then jumped behind the bar until it calmed down around midnight, the pulled Saturday prime rib service on the floor until 10 or 11, and back behind the bar to close, hoping to be home by 3:00, to turn around for the 10AM football early birds on Sunday morning and out by 3:00 again.
It took me 15 years of clawing my way up garbage admin jobs to make the same money I made working hard Friday through Sundays in the service industry.
The rewards are substantial, and the industry family you make along the way...they're our people forever.
*cheers, brother*
I wouldn't have it any other way.
I wasn't the bartender. We were a 'bistro .' I cooked lunch. I was called in to take the dinner service. Completely different menu. What I tasted was hideous. Overcooked, undercooked, hideous.
Wine sauce wreaking of raw wine.
I came to work the next morning to a kitchen FULL of filthy dishes, pans, pots.
I started washing. Owner stumbled in asking why I wasn't cooking?? I told her "Because you're not fucking cleaning! "
We had good people. The owner thought she was one of them.
No one knows unless they've been there.
I don’t like shots and haven’t drunk them ever since I was offered some blue things and ended up behaving disreputably and really wishing I was dead the next morning.
When I order shots these days it's Bushmills or Milagro, or "the weakest sweet shit you can throw a skirt on."
Ugh, can't do sweet. I love me some cake and ice cream but no sweet booze.
Nothing like showing up for a day of meetings and getting a standing o.
Southern Comfort “you rang “
I blocked Southern Comfort's number back in the 90s.
Is there a Patron Saint of Bartenders?
Well, my understanding is that the goddess Ninkasi invented beer, which is mostly what I request from bartenders these days.
Hoti is the Zen patron saint of bartenders and fortunetellers. That's what the little brass tablet attached to my bottle of Pyrat rum says, at any rate.
The 400 Drunken Rabbit Gods (Ometochtli): In Aztec mythology, these are a pantheon of deities representing the hundreds of different ways a person can experience drunkenness.
St. Brendan? He was an Irish Saint who has an Irish cream named for him.
Saint Hubertus, the patron Saint of hunters who is said to have come up with an herbal concoction to help them along their way?
Amandus of Maastricht?
Saint Bernard?
That little barrel!
🙏🙏🙏 may God bless all the clopeners.
Which are what?
https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Clopen
People who can only afford generic Klonopin?
Closing shift followed by an opening shift.
Thank you!
King Linus wishes you good luck!
https://substack.com/@januaryclaire/note/c-230847451?utm_source=notes-share-action&r=2vhkn4
The only monarchy I can support.
Thank you, my King. I feel a good luck weekend coming on!
You are welcome, ames! He hopes your weekend is all you want it to be!
(King Linus is very magnanimous like that.)
ALL HAIL THE KING!!
He's the best nerd!
He’s *King* Nerd, thank you very much!
He absolutely is, and he knows it!
Linus is the properly coronated king of the proverbial jungle.
That crown is just TOO damned regally gratifying.
I ran across this one years ago.
The 9-1-1:
Layered drink in a shot glass, equal parts 151-proof rum, 100-proof vodka, Kahlua.
The name is appropriate.
Oh my.
Not one commenter mentioned that the B-52 was not a WWII bomber???
Today I learned that I was supposed to be tasting pomegranate juice in my Grenadine. So THAT'S what it's for!
Try Jagermeister. That will wake you up
I choose this as an invitation to post recipes. The only truly unique shot I claim to know is this:
(Don’t even know if it has a name, but it would be something rural Italian since it came from an agritourismo in Fanculo, Puglia)
Grappa
Lemon slice
Instant coffee crystals
Demerara sugar
Pour a shot of Grappa. Sprinkle the lemon slice generously with coffee and sugar. Shoot the Grappa. Suck the juice, coffee and sugar off the lemon. Repeat as necessary.
Even if you don’t like Grappa (and I don’t unless it’s stupidly expensive) there’s a good chance you’ll like this.
I really REALLY need to try some Malort…and maybe having a bottle at home so I can share it with my closest friends…
“…complex, strong, and bitter…”
I used to resemble that remark, but now it’s mostly bitterness…
Well the pleasing thought of taking a nap this afternoon was just shot to shit. We have a large picture window in the kitchen that needed replacing in a big way. The thing was ordered months ago. We got the call a little while ago it's being installed this afternoon. My plans have been shattered (I couldn't help myself). I'll leave now.
What a pane!
The set up for your punchline was transparent.
They saw through your plans and decided to thwart them.
I have always known justice is not blind, there are plenty of people above the law.
Ghislaine Maxwell for example.
Happy Caturday Wonks!
See the little Prince and the Pea fast asleep on the pile of blankets? That's gonna be me this afternoon...if I can figure out a way to get one of those blankets out from under him.
https://substack.com/profile/439485293-holly-lima-charlie/note/c-325211874
A surplus of plush blankets are essential equipment within a mountain cabin. Those soft lengths of fabric are capable of serving a number of uses beyond simply snuggling up underneath.
For kittens playing peek-a-boo those blankies cannot be replaced.
I'll throw a blanket over my lap while I'm sitting in my chair. The blanket creates a fort for Co-Cat to lay in wait for some unsuspecting foot or cat that passes by. His pounces are spectacular.
How's everything under your roof this fine morning?
What’s better than one soft, cushy blanket? TWO soft, cushy blankets!
I swear I'm not making this up - there's another blanket behind the hummingbird pillow and the one at the other end of the couch under the dragonfly pillow. That's FOUR (4) blankets on the couch. We're crazy about blankets up here!
idk holly, you might have to just go get another blanket XD It's the only way to be sure
☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆
Weird story. https://www.alxnow.com/2026/08/27/alexandria-man-pleads-guilty-to-providing-classified-information-to-a-foreign-government/
“𝑵𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒘 𝒐𝒓 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒄 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕, 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚,” 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅.
"We'll also aggressively prosecute people who haven't broken any laws if we don't like their political stands."
“Laws are for losers and public trust schmust”
"Attorney General Todd Blanche said that U.S. government employees must protect the nation’s secrets and “not cavalierly toss aside this responsibility out of disagreement, selfishness or greed.”
Meanwhile, his client hid classified docs in his gaudy motel, and moved them when asked to return them. But, yeah, weird.
I mean, he very famously told secrets to anyone who visited his bordello first term. Like it was a news story and errything
My first thought was the eyes only thing right in the Oval Office. Fucker.
Viggo the loaf. https://substack.com/profile/157182336-rosy-red-ass/note/c-325208854?utm_source=notes-share-action&r=2lkyo0
I luv loaf-cats
True story: Vacation mishaps edition
No vacation is complete without a few mishaps. The rule of 3 applies, though some may be large and others small. I shall recount a few and let you decide, for fair and balanced.
1. When we got there, I moved their coffee maker and pot to make room for hubby's precious, and the pot fell out of the maker and smashed on the counter and then the floor. I did not get cut so I am counting this as a minor.
2. My birthday dinner we wanted to go to a hibachi place, only they were close wednesday. So the spawn found a fusion place in the next town over so we went there. It was very tasty, though if that was filet mignon than I am an Empress, BUT.....it had one heck of an effect on hubby and I. We do not have the cast iron stomachs of our youths for sure. This may sound minor, but, it was not minor.
3. This one is a two fer: During a campfire, I had a libation in one of the cabin glasses and was using the wood fire poker to turn the logs and keep them flaming. I must say I made BITCHIN' fires, just patting my own back. At one point, hubby, who had more libations than I, stood up, stumbled hard into the poker which I had sticking in the ground next to me, and sent it into the cabin glass, which shattered. This was a more major mishap as I was really enjoying that libation, and I only have a few a year. The shattering glass caused me to knee jerk lean away, and because the entire lawn was on a slope, tilted myself right down slope. Not quite head over heels, more sideways hand spring. I braced stupidly when I landed, and sprained my wrist. That was probably the worst one as we did not even have an ace, just that stupid sticky wrap. Which helped but I was very glad to get home and find my wrist brace, which really helped.
There were other things, not all mishaps. Like, because we went so late in the year, even though it was before labor day, the kids were all back at college so the camp store, snack bar, and gift shop were all closed. But one of the rangers was very kind and offered to open the shop (for card only) for us the last day, so we could do the tourist thing and buy crap we did not need. That was very nice! But no one actually caught any fish even though they fed quite a few of them which was sad, for them.
Moral of the story: No one died, so over all, it was a decided win. But my wrist does still hurt so this took about an hour to type.
No law enforcement or bail money, either.
See? Win
It does figure that one of my three drinks a year, I sprain my wrist. and I did not even get to drink much of it!
Some sort of cosmic lesson there, probably. Youngest made me another though so technically it will be 3.25 drinks this year
Can't win without hiding..
𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐬. 𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞. 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥.
𝐺𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒’𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑂𝑃 𝑛𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝐺𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑛𝑜𝑟 𝑀𝑎𝑢𝑟𝑎 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑟. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑠 𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑒 — 𝑡𝑦𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑔𝑛𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡 — 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎 𝑚𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑒, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑓 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑛 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑜𝑛𝑒, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑠 𝐷𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑠.
Stupid republican, you don't stand a chance. We'd fart in your general direction, but you're not even worth that effort.
I’ll take “What is ratfucking?” for $500, Alex.
Uh ... sorry article author. Massholes aren't *THAT* stupid.
On a stupid scale from "not" to "Fatberg", they may not be "that" stupid, but they replaced Ted Kennedy with Pr0n posing Scott Brown in 2010 so they are "kinda" stupid though they did wise up in 2012
Best 2012 election photo ever:
"Elizabeth Warren responds to reporter's question on Scott Brown's nude Cosmo pictorial"
https://archive.thinkprogress.org/uploads/2012/05/0MIQXlBTLgCru_YpX.jpg?w=300&h=220&crop=1
in all fairness "Scooter" had the good fortune to run against Martha Coakley
The only ones who might be stupid enough to fall for that are the maga crowd, and they're not going to vote for anything blue. So, great strategy...?
Some indies not paying attention also I would suspect
...manipulative motherfucker.
If a person isn't paying attention. I believe the voters are VERY MUCH paying attention these days.
If they aren't they have no business marking a ballot.
"even if it's not an intentional one" LOL! Sure Jan.
oh no, it's intentional
Round here they'll do green or blue to try and pretend
I.e., he's lying.
We were visiting a good friend up in Mass, a diehard GOP until Trump came along, and he called this... an ad came on TV and he said "Look at this. Can you believe what he's doing?"
See, my answer would have been "WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN????"
KOWTOW!
In Chinese traditions, the "Buddha cat" refers to the popular resident felines at historic Chinese Buddhist temples.
Folklore claims that temple cats are the reincarnations of monks who failed in their vows during their seventh and final life stage. According to this tradition, instead of punishing these failed monks, the Buddha permitted them to return as cats.
Because of this sacred connection, they are the only animals freely allowed to lounge around temple altars, sleep on shrines, and "bless" visitors. Modern “Buddha cats,” - like "Big Orange" at the Jade Buddha Temple in Shanghai - have become online sensations, with tourists specifically visiting the sacred grounds to see the pampered temple cats. Some temples maintain dedicated spaces or cat dwellings for resident and stray felines.
Since Jen mentioned her calico cat, below, I’ll add that calicos are thought to be particularly auspicious, as the cat’s three colors represent Buddhist-aligned blessings:
> White: Attracts purity and good fortune.
> Orange/Gold: Brings wealth and prosperity.
> Black: Wards off evil spirits and disasters.
https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTXaiji2fhTvy79pTsc-mdyFYp5QwgoqJEa0tlXpaWDyVCJvYMEEPcNCoA&s=10
They still lick their own ass, though.
Orange / Gold - brings wealth & prosperity.....I can see that....
I think there should be a Buddha version of the Mona Lisa cat bed, and that shelters should have them for cat poses on their websites.
https://www.ebay.com/itm/406976347479?chn=ps&mkevt=1&mkcid=28&google_free_listing_action=view_item&srsltid=AfmBOoqxiDuW3FNUMAO1KG5Gw6D10FxsB1Tc6tdb8uPMkNAAe7zrUWgvG08
Are those cats spayed and neutered? It would be especially appropriate if those monks take a vow of chastity.
So Mei attracts purity and good fortune, brings wealth and prosperity, annd wards off evil spirits and disasters?
I KNEW IT
See?
Calicos are referred to as "three-flower* cats."
* = "three-colored"
She is doubly blessed then cause she is tortie on her back, and regular calico down her front XD
Mei should have her own shrine.
She certainly thinks all the food belongs to her.
I've got to play goalie every morning to block her from starving percy. And Percy does not help, he is one of those who will take a bite, wander about and play with that, come back for another bite, shoot off to play with something else....pain in the ass
Well, Archie, the Ginger Menace™, is all orange. WHAR MY MUNNIES, BUDDHA???!?
(that's actually a lovely way to view our feline friends)
Archie salutes the lotus within you...
and we humans help Archie achieve his zen state with catnip.
Condos coming to Yosemite… all that’s needed are cell towers on El Capitan and a data center in the valley.
Repurpose them as prisons when we drive the fascists from power.
ok but only if we can smoke over the windows. Fuckers don't deserve that view
[fumes with blistering FURY]
Any citation? I want to pass it along to daughter LS ...
https://thehill.com/policy/energy-environment/6058556-yosemite-national-park-trump-nps-interior/
UGH!!!!