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Boy, Hegseth and RFK Jr have gone off the rails ... again. RFK claiming the childrens deaths from measles in Pennsylvania was fabricated. Their parents aren't reacting well to that! Neither are the labs that ran the tests confirming measles. The guy actually has a brain, or he did at one time when he was a very successful environmental lawyer. When did he get on this anti-science kick? Watching his latest interview with journalist I'm wondering if something isn't going wrong in his head. Really. Dimentia? Hegseth's problem is his head is way too fat with too little content inside. He has advisors but blows up at them when they give him advice. If they're not totally inside his arsehole blowing smoke, they are "disloyal" and need to be sent down the road. That would be a stupid way to manage a hot dog stand in Yankee Stadium but he's supposed to be managing a war. What a mess. Someone should rename Washington D.C. Bozoville, USA. At this point somehow I don't think George Washington would object. It's embarrassing.
 

It's all beginning to get a little old, now.


My 5-6 closest friends, like myself, are all GOP. All of them now agree, this is becoming a failure of a presidency.

What's worse is who the dems are considering putting up in 2028. Not good.
 
It's all beginning to get a little old, now.


My 5-6 closest friends, like myself, are all GOP. All of them now agree, this is becoming a failure of a presidency.

What's worse is who the dems are considering putting up in 2028. Not good.
You’d think someone on either side would realize how well a center left or center right (based on the party) would poll and run away with a landslide.
 
You’d think someone on either side would realize how well a center left or center right (based on the party) would poll and run away with a landslide.

Can't say I disagree. I'll always be GOP. I can't see myself ever flipping. I didn't vote for him in the primary. I voted for Desantis. I am definitely happy we have him over Kamala. But, this is NOT what we voted for.

The problem is his ego and he is just surrounding himself with bad advisors. Hegseth was the wrong guy for the job, on multiple levels, and has proved me right. Bondi, terrible. Rumor is Kash Patel is potentially going to be out.

Duffy and Zeldin are solid. I do like Bessent but I thought the treasury buyback was a bad move. A lot of analysts are thinking he really put Warsh in a bad spot almost now having to raise rates.

Geopolitically, we look so bad at the moment. The Iran experiment is going horribly, the tariff play was a huge screw up, and we are really damaging our own economy. A lot of people are fed up. If you look at rates right before the onset of the Iran war? We were almost getting to a good spot.
 
It's all beginning to get a little old, now.


My 5-6 closest friends, like myself, are all GOP. All of them now agree, this is becoming a failure of a presidency.

What's worse is who the dems are considering putting up in 2028. Not good.
I hadn't heard that one yet. Every day it gets whackyer. So why are you surprised? Couldn't you figure out Trump was over the edge painting pictures of himself on the internet as Jesus with soldiers praying to him? Naming the Straight of Hormuz after himself is nuts but it pales in comparison.

I read somewhere Hegseth plans to run for president. Pfft! Frankly, I would vote for a cadavre before any of the clowns in this administration. Maybe Rubio might have a chance. All he has to do is keep his head down for two more years. A tall order for him for sure but he seems to have figured it out as of late. JD Vance is a spineless brainless twit who bends with blind fanaticism whichever way the wind blows. I can read Trump like a book printed in #24 font (a comic book). He will try to push forward one of his family to run for next president (probably Kushner). Or, more likely, he will simply sign an executive order proclaiming he can run for a third term (he's already said he thinks he can). Of course it would be unconstitutional but that hasn't stopped him so far. I'm telling you, sure as I'm sitting here typing this, he will try one or the other. And he won't understand why it will fail. He can't understand it ... because he's a psychopath. That's the nature of the disease. At this point any candidate for any office who gets an endorsement from Trump better not quit his/her day job and if that job is a govt office, they better know where the unemployment office is located.
 
I swear this will be the last of these AI produced renditions of Kipling's poetry by Amelia that I'll post, but I had been hoping they had done "Gunga Din" which I think is my favorite poem by him. Even memorized it and for a reading in English Lit back in highschool.

I will admit, Amelia as the grim reaper toward the end is a bit of over exuberance by the AI program.



You may talk o' gin and beer
When you're quartered safe out 'ere,
An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;
But when it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
Now in Injia's sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them blackfaced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.
He was "Din! Din! Din!
You limpin' lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din!
Hi! slippery ~hitherao~!
Water, get it! ~Panee lao~! [Bring water swiftly.]
You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din."

The uniform 'e wore
Was nothin' much before,
An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind,
For a piece o' twisty rag
An' a goatskin water-bag
Was all the field-equipment 'e could find.
When the sweatin' troop-train lay
In a sidin' through the day,
Where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl,
We shouted "Harry By!" [Mr. Atkins's equivalent for "O brother."]
Till our throats were bricky-dry,
Then we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all.
It was "Din! Din! Din!
You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been?
You put some ~juldee~ in it [Be quick.]
Or I'll ~marrow~ you this minute [Hit you.]
If you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!"

'E would dot an' carry one
Till the longest day was done;
An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear.
If we charged or broke or cut,
You could bet your bloomin' nut,
'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.
With 'is ~mussick~ on 'is back, [Water-skin.]
'E would skip with our attack,
An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire",
An' for all 'is dirty 'ide
'E was white, clear white, inside
When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire!
It was "Din! Din! Din!"
With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green.
When the cartridges ran out,
You could hear the front-files shout,
"Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!"

I shan't forgit the night
When I dropped be'ind the fight
With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been.
I was chokin' mad with thirst,
An' the man that spied me first
Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din.
'E lifted up my 'ead,
An' he plugged me where I bled,
An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water-green:
It was crawlin' and it stunk,
But of all the drinks I've drunk,
I'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.
It was "Din! Din! Din!
'Ere's a beggar with a bullet through 'is spleen;
'E's chawin' up the ground,
An' 'e's kickin' all around:
For Gawd's sake git the water, Gunga Din!"

'E carried me away
To where a dooli lay,
An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean.
'E put me safe inside,
An' just before 'e died,
"I 'ope you liked your drink", sez Gunga Din.
So I'll meet 'im later on
At the place where 'e is gone --
Where it's always double drill and no canteen;
'E'll be squattin' on the coals
Givin' drink to poor damned souls,
An' I'll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din!
Yes, Din! Din! Din!
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!
Though I've belted you and flayed you,
By the livin' Gawd that made you,
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!
 
I swear this will be the last of these AI produced renditions of Kipling's poetry by Amelia that I'll post, but I had been hoping they had done "Gunga Din" which I think is my favorite poem by him. Even memorized it and for a reading in English Lit back in highschool.

I will admit, Amelia as the grim reaper toward the end is a bit of over exuberance by the AI program.



You may talk o' gin and beer
When you're quartered safe out 'ere,
An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;
But when it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
Now in Injia's sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them blackfaced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.
He was "Din! Din! Din!
You limpin' lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din!
Hi! slippery ~hitherao~!
Water, get it! ~Panee lao~! [Bring water swiftly.]
You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din."

The uniform 'e wore
Was nothin' much before,
An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind,
For a piece o' twisty rag
An' a goatskin water-bag
Was all the field-equipment 'e could find.
When the sweatin' troop-train lay
In a sidin' through the day,
Where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl,
We shouted "Harry By!" [Mr. Atkins's equivalent for "O brother."]
Till our throats were bricky-dry,
Then we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all.
It was "Din! Din! Din!
You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been?
You put some ~juldee~ in it [Be quick.]
Or I'll ~marrow~ you this minute [Hit you.]
If you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!"

'E would dot an' carry one
Till the longest day was done;
An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear.
If we charged or broke or cut,
You could bet your bloomin' nut,
'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.
With 'is ~mussick~ on 'is back, [Water-skin.]
'E would skip with our attack,
An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire",
An' for all 'is dirty 'ide
'E was white, clear white, inside
When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire!
It was "Din! Din! Din!"
With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green.
When the cartridges ran out,
You could hear the front-files shout,
"Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!"

I shan't forgit the night
When I dropped be'ind the fight
With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been.
I was chokin' mad with thirst,
An' the man that spied me first
Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din.
'E lifted up my 'ead,
An' he plugged me where I bled,
An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water-green:
It was crawlin' and it stunk,
But of all the drinks I've drunk,
I'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.
It was "Din! Din! Din!
'Ere's a beggar with a bullet through 'is spleen;
'E's chawin' up the ground,
An' 'e's kickin' all around:
For Gawd's sake git the water, Gunga Din!"

'E carried me away
To where a dooli lay,
An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean.
'E put me safe inside,
An' just before 'e died,
"I 'ope you liked your drink", sez Gunga Din.
So I'll meet 'im later on
At the place where 'e is gone --
Where it's always double drill and no canteen;
'E'll be squattin' on the coals
Givin' drink to poor damned souls,
An' I'll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din!
Yes, Din! Din! Din!
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!
Though I've belted you and flayed you,
By the livin' Gawd that made you,
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!
Not watched....but let her loose as the grim reaper in UK.....fkn excellent :A Band: :D Beers::A Thumbs Up:...hypothetically of course......
 
Not watched....but let her loose as the grim reaper in UK.....fkn excellent :A Band: :D Beers::A Thumbs Up:...hypothetically of course......
Just sent it to you WhatsApp
 
I swear this will be the last of these AI produced renditions of Kipling's poetry by Amelia that I'll post, but I had been hoping they had done "Gunga Din" which I think is my favorite poem by him. Even memorized it and for a reading in English Lit back in highschool.

I will admit, Amelia as the grim reaper toward the end is a bit of over exuberance by the AI program.



You may talk o' gin and beer
When you're quartered safe out 'ere,
An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it;
But when it comes to slaughter
You will do your work on water,
An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
Now in Injia's sunny clime,
Where I used to spend my time
A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,
Of all them blackfaced crew
The finest man I knew
Was our regimental bhisti, Gunga Din.
He was "Din! Din! Din!
You limpin' lump o' brick-dust, Gunga Din!
Hi! slippery ~hitherao~!
Water, get it! ~Panee lao~! [Bring water swiftly.]
You squidgy-nosed old idol, Gunga Din."

The uniform 'e wore
Was nothin' much before,
An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind,
For a piece o' twisty rag
An' a goatskin water-bag
Was all the field-equipment 'e could find.
When the sweatin' troop-train lay
In a sidin' through the day,
Where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl,
We shouted "Harry By!" [Mr. Atkins's equivalent for "O brother."]
Till our throats were bricky-dry,
Then we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all.
It was "Din! Din! Din!
You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been?
You put some ~juldee~ in it [Be quick.]
Or I'll ~marrow~ you this minute [Hit you.]
If you don't fill up my helmet, Gunga Din!"

'E would dot an' carry one
Till the longest day was done;
An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear.
If we charged or broke or cut,
You could bet your bloomin' nut,
'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.
With 'is ~mussick~ on 'is back, [Water-skin.]
'E would skip with our attack,
An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire",
An' for all 'is dirty 'ide
'E was white, clear white, inside
When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire!
It was "Din! Din! Din!"
With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green.
When the cartridges ran out,
You could hear the front-files shout,
"Hi! ammunition-mules an' Gunga Din!"

I shan't forgit the night
When I dropped be'ind the fight
With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been.
I was chokin' mad with thirst,
An' the man that spied me first
Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Gunga Din.
'E lifted up my 'ead,
An' he plugged me where I bled,
An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water-green:
It was crawlin' and it stunk,
But of all the drinks I've drunk,
I'm gratefullest to one from Gunga Din.
It was "Din! Din! Din!
'Ere's a beggar with a bullet through 'is spleen;
'E's chawin' up the ground,
An' 'e's kickin' all around:
For Gawd's sake git the water, Gunga Din!"

'E carried me away
To where a dooli lay,
An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean.
'E put me safe inside,
An' just before 'e died,
"I 'ope you liked your drink", sez Gunga Din.
So I'll meet 'im later on
At the place where 'e is gone --
Where it's always double drill and no canteen;
'E'll be squattin' on the coals
Givin' drink to poor damned souls,
An' I'll get a swig in hell from Gunga Din!
Yes, Din! Din! Din!
You Lazarushian-leather Gunga Din!
Though I've belted you and flayed you,
By the livin' Gawd that made you,
You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din!

My grandad was a major in the medical corps of the Indian army in empire Times....can remember when I was bout 8 or 9 and sitting on the arm of his armchair while he read me all of Rudyard Kipling's books.....can still remember his voice roughened by whisky and cigarettes.....he had an amazing collection of Indian books...and so many plaques of each different colonial Indian army regiment.....I used to look at them and the books in his small alcove library all the time when we occasionally visited...unfortunately after he passed away my grandmother eventually moved over to stay at ours...she had given 99% away....also had some amazing photos of individual tribal warriors from that era.....
 
Hell it’s $250 per square foot in my area to build, land is 100k per acre depending on location, my neighbor practically lives in a doghouse, but it sits on 150 acres of prime river frontage and I-10 frontage, which baffles me that he lives in a shack and could sell /lease
A small piece of the land near the highway for millions and retire from water well drilling and hay farming, but to each their own!
my sister just sold her house in California ( a 2-1) for 3 million, this country has gone nuts imo
You might want to ask around, $250 is bottom of end. 2x4 exterior walls, foam insulation, stock cabinets.

I would love $250 a square foot on my remodel and addition. It’s closer to $350 and that’s on the low end. I am just south of you.
 
We build houses for $450-700 a sqft all day long in my part of NY. Pre Covid it was half that. My Dad just sold a lot he bought 8 years ago for 80k for 600k with basic improvements he did for about another 80k talk about return on investment. Land prices and build costs are outrageous in our area, and the phone is still ringing so to speak. A million dollar house used to be a big deal, now they are all that.
 
You might want to ask around, $250 is bottom of end. 2x4 exterior walls, foam insulation, stock cabinets.

I would love $250 a square foot on my remodel and addition. It’s closer to $350 and that’s on the low end. I am just south of you.
Entry level in my area is a bit over $300 a foot. Average is closer to $400.
 
I subscribe to a YouTube channel called the Cobra King. He's a snake catcher on Luzon Island. Ive seen him pull Cobra's out of many of those little shanty homes in rural areas.
Yes, I believe I’ve seen that documentary. Neighbors near our farm took out two of them (Samar cobras) a few months ago and everyone in the area was notified within minutes- BOLO! Cobra predators are a mixed bag there with the rare Philippine eagle on Mindanao probably being number one. I’m sure civets take a few small cobras. Mongoose populations are spotty with Palawan island being the only officially documented area. However, I did see what appeared to be a captive mongoose in a worker community in a large banana plantation in Mindanao a few years ago. Cobras are nothing to mess around with!
 
Yes, I believe I’ve seen that documentary. Neighbors near our farm took out two of them (Samar cobras) a few months ago and everyone in the area was notified within minutes- BOLO! Cobra predators are a mixed bag there with the rare Philippine eagle on Mindanao probably being number one. I’m sure civets take a few small cobras. Mongoose populations are spotty with Palawan island being the only officially documented area. However, I did see what appeared to be a captive mongoose in a worker community in a large banana plantation in Mindanao a few years ago. Cobras are nothing to mess around with!
Can’t be too careful, especially with the little ones

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