So I’m watching the New York Knicks put the finishing touches on the San Antonio Spurs for the 2026 NBA title and they pan to this absolutely yummy-looking little blonde and my wife and I have no idea who she is. She’s close to courtside, hanging out with other New York “celebrities.”
“Don’t get any ideas you old buzzard,” the Domestic Despot warned.
Turns out, it is a 28-year-old actress named Sydney Sweeney from some series and movies I never saw.
She’s got it, whatever “it” is.
Fat boy Dean Cain, a third-rate actor who once portrayed Superman, is offering disparaging words about Supergirl actress Milly Alcock because of her ear piercings.
He’s right.
Supergirl shouldn’t have ear piercings, but Superman should not look like he ate the whole thing, either. Put down the fork dumbass.
So STFU.
When did flying become such a bloodsport?
My first impressions of flying Pan American Airlines in 1960 were full of wonder, the excitement of going to a different country. I remember the weeks preceding our departure and all the different vaccinations and inoculations we had to endure.
It all disappeared on the day the flight lifted off from San Francisco International Airport headed to Tokyo, Japan.
I loved the fact that if there were any rules for passengers, there didn’t appear to be any enforcement of such as people (kids, too) were walking around the aisles freely, so there was no fear of flying being developed at all. I had the little tin pair of wings they gave me and I would trade them for a big sack of Japanese marbles in my new home the following year.
I hated the fact that people were filling the entire cabin with cigarette smoke and that it smelled just like our car and house.
We stopped for a brief refueling on tiny Wake Island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean before eventually arriving at Tokyo International sometime in the early morning hours after a trip that seemed a lot longer than a day and a half.
I traveled a lot in Europe when were stationed at different military bases and I played high school athletics. Our basketball schedule, for instance, had us playing a schedule that included trains and planes to different countries just to be able to fill out a full schedule.
Spain, Italy, Germany, Belgium, but not France whose president Charles de Gaulle booted out all NATO forces.
Save for a couple of trips on special occasions, I didn’t really take to the skies until I was being courted by a couple recruiting agencies in the nineties as a big-time Executive Chef and restaurant GM.
Now, being stuck in a wheelchair, I don’t even entertain flying ever again and all the stories of the bullshit that goes on in the skies these days leaves me no appetite at all for any more air travel.
I’m good.
After the failed Jan. 6th rebellion and the subsequent election of Donald Trump to a second presidential term, I actually started to think we were going to get stuck with a dictator, but he won’t last that long.
He’s checking out before our very eyes.
No third term on the horizon.
Hell, he will be lucky to survive this one.
Stay well.
