My latest home made hot sauce at about 10K scovils peaches and scotch bonnets and a single ghost pepper fermented for 3 weeks, topped off with a little citric acid and red wine vinegar

A Democrat, a Republican... and a Libertarian.... Weren't expecting that, were you? That's my favorite part of the joke, to be honest. The tension which is suddenly palpable when I mention the third member of that little gathering. I will mention the guy who told me this joke... I didn't know him very well. He had already uttered the immortal phrase, "Some of my best friends are black," which is rarely a sign of an untroubled conscience. I did have to point out to him that Labradors don't count. But as it happened, I think he was in the clear on this one. Anyway, you be the judge. These three new dads show up at the maternity ward of their local hospital to collect their newborn sons. The mood is one of joyous anticipation from which we may reasonably deduce that they are firsttime fathers. This mood, fragile as it is, is shattered prematurely when they are informed by the doctor in charge that there has been a bit of a mixup at the hospital and he can no longer say with any certainty whose son is whose. Nobody sues, because this is a joke and because the Libertarian insisted on private arbitration and nobody could agree on an arbitrator.. The Democrat goes in first, as he should... alphabetically of course, and he'd like it noted that he respects process. He comes out carrying, unmistakably, the Libertarian baby: The one who has already chewed off his hospital ID bracelet because it's government-issued, and who won't take the free formula on principle. The Libertarian says, "That's obviously mine." The Democrat says "Look, man, one of the other two in there is a Republican, and I'm not taking any chances."

in my defense... I was the one doign the laundry!

whoever owns the cybertruck yoru hood is open

Today I asked @MrsDocAtCDI if our kids were spoiled. She just smiled at me and said, 'All kids smell that way.'

Life is like a penis... Some times it up, some times its down It wont say in one position, but it comes around But it's not going to be hard forever, don't wear a frown. Just ride it out when life knocks you down.

Ive been getting all my clothes on line recently... But the neighbors started taking them in at night

The same people telling me if I don't like America under Trump, that I should leave. They are the same people who spent eight years crying, screaming, whining, and posting conspiracy theories, acting like Obama and Biden personally broke into their trailers and pissed in their corn flakes. The same people who slap don't tread on me stickers on everything, then turn around and deepthroat government authority. So free speech means agree with me or get the hell out? Patriotism means worshiping one man like he's some orange messiah wrapped in a flag? You went from rebels to bootlickers so fast it gave the entire country whiplash. You cried about government overreach! At the same tims you celebrate ICE raids, and book bans. You support politicians policing people's bedrooms, doctors, libraries, and marriages as long as its not yours You called yourself patriots while attacking your own capital because your guy lost. Now you want to lecture me about loving America. Newp! Not happinin! That's the difference between us. I love this country enough to call out corruption, hypocrisy, and authoritarian no matter who's in office. Yep Obama did shit wrong too! You worship a politician. You wrapped your entire personality around one man and called it patriotism. Let me make this crystal clear. Real Americans don't tell their neighbors with leave the country every time somebody disagrees with them. That's dictatorship, that's cultism... More importaintly, that's weak people pretending to be strong. America was built on dissent. Questioning power is the most American thing there is. I'm not leaving. You don't own this country... I FUCKING DO! Trump and MAGA can fuck off. Some of us are still willing, to fight like hell, for the part of America that believes, freedom belongs to all of us, not just the people wearing a dumbass hat.

Sit a while, before the table we share becomes another locked shelf. Have a piece of fish, grilled crisp, salted like old truths. Pour a glass of wine, blood red, staining the rim, heavy on the tongue. Here, tear into a loaf, still warm, its crust cracking like forgotten stories. I have 3 cars at home, they are all old, two 2002 avalanches, and a 2012 sedan. I drove the sedan to work today, in flint, its sitting in the parking lot of an old factory, unlocked, with the windows rolled down, the keys... are in the ignition, pulled out just enough to keep the chime from dinging. The two trucks at my house, sitting in my driveway unlocked, keys in the ignition... The door to my house is not locked, my wife is sleeping soundly Of course 2 100 pound German Shepherds help her feel more secure, but if you brought them each a cheeseburger when you came in, they would happily enjoy them while you walked in the house. Once you are in, you're not a stranger any more... and... isn’t that how it should be? This was meant to be a shared table. Not a transaction. Not priced, patrolled, or punished. But somewhere, that table got flipped. The bread, once freely given, was tagged and shelved. The wine, bottled for profit. The fish, carved for margins. Today, of all days, ask yourself: What do we lose when the sacred becomes inventory? What happens when survival carries a price tag? There’s a quiet violence in turning a $1 loaf into a $5 locked-up commodity. It’s not just bread. It’s the gas that keeps us moving, the formula that feeds our kids. Take fuel for example: Once, a desperate driver might siphon a few gallons, annoying, but manageable. Then came screen filters and anti-siphon valves, sold as safety, built to guard profit. Thieves adapted. Now they drill tanks, leaving you with a $1,200 repair and them with a felony. We stopped a $20 loss, and created a crisis. The same goes for bread, for formula, for life’s essentials. Prices climb, bread’s up 30% in five years, and we respond with cameras, locks, and bulletproof "glass" for cashiers. We raise the stakes, not the wages. The person who once slipped a loaf under their coat now faces jail, or worse, because desperation... doesn’t negotiate with security tags. This isn’t about black-market Wonder Bread. People steal to eat, to feed their kids, to survive a system that demands "try harder" while raising rent, cutting benefits, and offshoring jobs for pennies. We’ve built a better mousetrap, and the mouse brought a crowbar. We keep securing the wrong things. We guard the food, not the income. We protect the gas, not the paycheck. We armor the checkout lanes but leave hope exposed to every deduction and delay. This is capitalism without conscience, a system so obsessed with protecting the means of life it punishes those trying to live. So maybe the question isn’t "how do we stop theft?" Maybe it’s "what have we built that makes theft feel like the only option?" That $5 loaf wouldn’t cost $5 if we didn’t guard it with cameras… and policies written by those who never miss a meal. The real cost, trust, dignity, community, that is far steeper than just five bucks. But what if we built a table where no one had to steal to eat? What would it cost to share the loaf again?

There was a time when these numbers came out and you could put your faith in them Today they are worse than meaningless, completely made up bullshit to make the idiot in chief feel good and kiss his ass while the rest of us have to wonder what the reality is

After spending 20 minutes trying to get my wife's bra off, I decided to give up. I wish I'd never put it on now.