So the machinists at Boeing are continuing their walkout, demanding a new contract.
Their planes are falling apart and dropping out of the sky on a daily basis, so why not reward them with more money?
I’ll take the train, thanks.
September home sales were highest in years, but how is anyone able to buy a house with inflation, debt, and life standing in the way?
Megacompanies are buying the homes. They will be able to charge whatever to whomever and the ability to own your own home just got smaller for the average American.
That’s the way to introduce Socialism to the mainstream as we move to completely disassociate ourselves from anything that resembles a democracy.
The Pope has even asked of the church’s 1.4 billion Catholics to end the “mad pursuit of money.”
Pope Francis, sir, you’re the man and all, but ain’t gonna happen.
Money is the ultimate barometer for the stratification of a society.
Of a world.
Where have I heard this before?
The world is on track for a “catastrophic” rise in temperature if you are to believe the United Nations report.
But never mind if you are just an everyday person.
Nothing will matter.
Until it happens.
I saw the movie and it didn’t end well.
All the pandemic did was toughen up our students and you can tell that they are already smarter than previous generations.
They aren’t gambling their money away on the stock market.
This has caused some concern.
By whom?
The stock market, of course.
It’s not all what what and stiff upper, thank you very much mate. King Charles, Or Jam Master C as he is now known in some Samoan circles, was seen tripping out with some kava. Kava is like the bottle of wine that I dissolved a dozen hits of purple microdot LSD in and let it sit for a month.
He was named “high chief” of the island nation (“high” chief?)
It was reported that he had seen a miraculous vision of his mother, the deceased Queen Elizabeth II.
Her old, weathered face.
Her dour, disapproving scowl.
Then it was reported that he was just tripping out from the kava and was staring into a mirror for two hours.
Sorry, but count me in as one of the number of people who can’t seem to be comfortable with saying the Q word before Camilla. This must really be a difficult quandary for many Brits who still hold Diana in such high regard, but if ever there were a place where pomp ,circumstance, ceremony and duty all converged, it is jolly old England.
I saw where many Frisch’s restaurants are in trouble, to the point of non-payment of bills and the real prospect of bankruptcy looming.
I can totally relate.
I went through the exact same thing with the old Sambo’s restaurant chain. I was paying my daily vendors literally out of my cash register.
The chain, despite several last attempts at different names and concepts, folded after I had left the company and I sued (and won) compensation for my situation.
Whoever said the restaurant business is easy never owned a restaurant.
Stay well.
