Crotchety old man. Vet. politically to the right of Ghenghis Khan. Bill The Cat is my spirit animal. Have a damn sense of humor. Dragon believer!
Columbus, OH
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Grown men walking around or riding children’s bicycles in the middle of the day.
That is not a good place to be.
🇯🇵 I’m Japanese.
Question for Americans 🇺🇸🏙️
What are the BIGGEST warning signs that a neighborhood might be dangerous? 🚨
💡 Poor street lighting?
🏚️ Abandoned buildings?
🚔 Frequent police activity?
🔊 Constant fighting or disturbances?
Or something else?
What’s ONE red flag that makes you think, “I shouldn’t be here”? 😳
Laughing occasionally, I think he would’ve had the same problems that Trump had in his first term. Surrounded by Swamp creatures, he would’ve accomplished nothing. No changes no reforms. Nothing.
Or so, close to it it makes almost no difference.
Lots of people say that’s an urban myth, but I spoke to a couple World War II vets who say they actually used it. In combat.
Absolutely the trick. Those people are the backbone of this country.
My advice? Those children he told you about raising those prize animals, they are a national treasure
An American told me a secret I cannot stop thinking about 🇺🇸
He said:
"If you want to understand the real America, skip Hollywood and skip New York. Go to a County Fair in August."
Kids who woke up at dawn all year to raise one prize calf. Grandmothers entering their best peach pie. Tractor pulls in the dust. And every single person standing with their hat over their heart when the anthem plays at sunset.
Did he tell me the truth?
What is the one thing at your County or State Fair I must see first?
Not a huge tongue fan but that looks great
At 180 miles per hour on the bullet train, nobody eats cold pretzels.
You buy a cedar box at the station.
You sit by the window as Mount Fuji glides past.
Then you pull one yellow string on the side of the box.
No microwave. No plug.
Lime and water react beneath a false bottom.
In six minutes, white steam rises in your lap.
Thick-cut Sendai beef tongue, seared over charcoal, resting on fluffy Miyagi rice.
Piping hot at 160 degrees.
Four hundred passengers eat lunch in the same car.
When the train arrives, not a single crumb is left on the floor.
