I was surrounded. Everywhere I looked, I saw men at arms in plate armor with red and black tabards. I did my best to surreptitiously scrutinize their interactions, looking for the man who was actually giving the orders. There was no way a man who went through the effort of becoming a Knight of Gefrah would follow a completely inexperienced leader young enough to be one of their squires. Whoever it was kept a low profile during the general march. As we moved east, the hills grew bigger, and the trees more frequent. Though it was the clusters of bushes and brambles that were the real problem. Trying to push through one would badly injure the horses. We more or less ended up following the trail Hengist’s contingent created in the grass.
Lenz rode close enough to speak without shouting. His tone was almost too quiet to hear. “You look like you’re expecting to be attacked by our own troops.”
“Not really. Not in the open. That would be stupid.”
Lenz frowned.
“What would they even gain from it?”
“What would anybody gain from killing me?”
Lenz fell silent, contemplating.
“You know, the order has done nothing but be helpful.”
“We had this discussion,” I hissed. “Who pushes an army on someone they just met?”
“You’re overstating what happened.”
I stopped talking lest my voice rise to a volume where the Knights around us could overhear. We rode in renewed silence until we approached the point staked out for the night’s camp. It was a bald hill with clear views. The crude stockade thrown up about the perimeter was not exactly heartening, but it would add to the difficulty of climbing the hill. The tents went up shortly thereafter, and the aroma from the cookpots began filling the air. My tent sat in the center circle of the camp. Standing by the entrance, I scanned the armed encampment. A new voice nagged the back of my mind, suggesting that I might have suddenly become a prisoner. I shook the thought away. I was mildly annoyed at Lenz’s approach, as I feared I knew what he was going to want to talk about.
“I’ve been thinking about Straub’s behavior.”
I suppressed a groan.
Lenz continued. “I’m not seeing how it’s much different from us being put in charge of the column in Ritterblume.”
“There is a significant difference. I grew up under Jost’s roof, ate at his table, and learned from his son’s tutors. We’re practically family. Family is different. I just barely met the Grandmaster.”
Lenz frowned, then glanced over my shoulder. Whatever thought he was formulating got chased out of his skull. I turned to see what had caught his attention. It was the approach of Straub. In the span of my brief glance, Lenz began his hasty retreat. Words failed me as my expression darkened.
“Prince Kord.”
I calmed my features before turning back towards the Grandmaster.
“Is something the matter?” Straub asked.
“Why do you ask?”
“I have been informed that you were under a good deal of distress during the march.”
“They may have misinterpreted my behavior. I was trying to get a sense of the people around me. I don’t know any of them.”
“But that’s not all of it.”
“Any one of them would be a better choice to take command than me.”
“But none of them are the Erbprinz Karststadt.” He said it as if that were sufficient reason in of itself. I frowned. The Grandmaster couldn’t miss the expression. “To be honest, there’s not a great deal you can do wrong given your position in the march formation.”
“That is not reassuring, Grandmaster.”
Straub gave what I suppose he thought was a reassuring smile. “You’ll grow into the role.” With an overly familiar pat on my upper arm, he walked off.
***
I awoke in the morning unharmed. After breakfast, we broke camp and resumed the march. The same pattern continued as we continued east. The sky was overcast, and the air thick with moisture. Horribly hot, sweat dribbled down my face. Our canteens were already feeling light. We hadn’t come across any streams, and the river was at the bottom of the canyon on our flank. While having a proper bedroll for the evening meant I wasn’t as sore as I’d been on the pilgrim trail, the weather more than made up for it. I felt sorry for the poor bastards who had to trudge along on foot. Was this what the rest of my life going to be? Miserably muddling along from battle to battle until I was myself slain? Sure, I’d picked which battle, but the only choice was between who I was going to fight. If this was to be my fate, what was the point? I stared up at the gray sky and wondered if it would ever actually rain.
The third day was interrupted by a stop to get people down to the river to refill our water supplies. We were not quite out, but there was an opportunity to get down the canyon. The wagons and horses couldn’t make the descent, so the mounted men at arms merely stood guard. In addition to refilling canteens and casks, we spent several hours making sure all of the animals had their fill. This led to us encamping on the spot. My mood continued to darken as the march continued. The news that we were now on half rations didn’t help. After the tiny breakfast, my stomach decided to grumble every hour like clockwork. I tried to eat my half-sized dinner slowly, but that only made me dwell on the fact.
Word that the outriders had spotted a manor drew some optimistic comments from the rest of the column. I simply stared at the ground in front of Graymire and followed the horsemen I was ostensibly commanding. It wasn’t until I heard someone utter, “The crops are months away from harvest,” that I looked up. Cultivated fields hemmed by rough stone walls stretched out before us. The crops were still very green and nowhere near ready for cooking. Past the patchwork of green, a village of crude, thatch-rooved huts clustered at the foot of a hill. Atop that hill, a simple stone fort stood. It was more extensive than the tower we’d found on the first day, but nowhere near as impressive as the citadel on Gefrah. Still, it had stout gray walls, and had a palpable solidity, even from this distance. A shorter wall in red brick ran east along the descending ridgeline. Tall, thin towers of brick marked the corners of the space it enclosed. These looked too gracile to be fortifications. Yellow banners bearing the ensign of perching hawks fluttered from the parapets.
“Where are the villagers?” I asked.
“Probably withdrew inside the manor,” Ritter said. “That castle’s buttoned-up tight.” His assessment was correct, as the gate was soundly closed to us.
“All right, everyone. Stay in position here. I’m going to see what the plan is.” I should not have been surprised that the knights stayed when I rode out of formation. With Hengist and Straub headed towards each other, we converged in front of my squadron.
“So,” the Grandmaster said.
“So, these are my people,” Hengist said. “I am going to ride up there and ask that they give us supplies.”
“And if they refuse?” Straub asked.
“Until they do, we need not answer that question.” Hengist turned his horse sharply and motioned for some of his men to follow. I came along out of simple boredom, and because he didn’t tell me to stay. With the radiant drop of silver held high, the King of Zesrin rode to the manor gate. A man with a straw-colored beard peered over the battlements to take us in. He was not armored, and from the way his tunic sleeve fell slackly, he was missing an arm.
“Stop and state your business,” he called.
“I am Hengist, King of Zesrin, and I seek the hospitality of the lord of the manor.”
The one-armed man eyed us suspiciously. “The lord went to ride with the King quite some time ago.”
“There was a battle at Silver Oak where the army got split. I do not know what became of Armand Kestrel, as my banner was the most zealously beset. I had hoped he made it home. Would his brother Oswin be in?”
“Aye, I am. But I have to warn you. You’re not the only army stalking these hills. My larder has already been plundered, and what little I have left we need to survive until the harvest.”
“Might we carry on this conversation without having to shout from the ramparts?” Hengist asked. “One or both of us is liable to grow hoarse.”
For a long moment, it seemed as though Oswin would refuse. Eventually, he said, “If you would meet me in the aviary, your Majesty.” He pointed towards the brick-walled area, then vanished from view. After another hesitant uncertainty, it became clear that the gate before us was to remain shut. Riding around the side of the manor, we found a small door in the brickwork. Too small for any horse, it was barely big enough for an armored man. It was opened by a page boy in a yellow coat. He looked up at us with eyes made huge by fright. We dismounted, and he retreated. Lothar was the first through the door. I suppose it was to be sure no one was waiting to ambush the king. No one leapt upon us at the door, so we filed through. I had to stoop uncomfortably and wedge my body through at an angle to pass through the space.
Bird cages made of wrought iron and netting rose to twice my height in neat rows within the walled garden. Most of the cages held brightly colored finches that twittered and flew about at our passing. As I looked upon the birds fluttering within the bars, I began to suspect that the brick towers looking down upon us had nothing to do with defense and something to do with aviculture. My thoughts on the matter were interrupted by Oswin’s arrival. The one-armed man gave a polite bow that accentuated the concern writ across his features.
“Lord Kestrel,” Hengist said, “You would have to be blind to not see the men I brought with me. These men need to eat. The lands to your west have not yielded much in the way of sustenance.”
“As I have said, you are not the first army to demand food from me. I have none to give. What little we have will barely feed my people through to the harvest, and it will still be lean times to get there. You take that, and we will starve.”
“I can have food sent after-”
“Your Majesty, the word is you have been deposed. Even if that is mere slander, war has come to Zesrin. That will make it very hard for you to fulfill that promise before we die.” Oswin stiffened his back, waiting to see if his remarks drew an outburst from Hengist. He continued, “My brother answered your call to arms. My remaining duty is to protect my people, even from you. I know you do not draw steel against them, but taking the food from their mouths is just as lethal.”
“What do you think will happen to my men if I can’t feed them?”
“You will not be the first army forced to eat its horses,” Kestrel said.
Hengist reddened with anger, and I thought he was about to deck Oswin where he stood. Instead, the King turned sharply and marched to the too-small door. The narrow egress made it impossible to theatrically storm out of the aviary, so he didn’t embarrass himself by trying. The rest of us followed suit, mounting up and riding back to the Grandmaster.
“We should have asked about the other army,” I said. Hindsight made it obvious, but there was little to be done at the moment. The sun had continued to drift towards the horizon, tinting the cloud cover gold as it went. It was still overcast and humid, though now the bugs had decided to join the mix. The biting flies were the worst, as they opened the skin and supped upon the blood that leaked forth. From the sudden, sharp stinging, one must have gotten under my armor. I surely looked crazed as I clawed at my own gear, undoing clasps and digging at cloth to try to kill or drive off the pest.
“The next time we speak to Kestrel-,” Hengist said.
“He may not be in a talkative mood,” Straub said. Both men ignored my mad chase after the biting fly within my panoply.
“We can work something out.”
“Your Majesty, we are two days at half-rations away from running out of food. We have no guarantees that any will be forthcoming if we march on. You know what our only option is.”
Hengist looked at the Grandmaster. “I am supposed to protect the realm.”
“And cavalry without horses does not do that very well.”
Hengist sighed.
“We did not bring a siege train,” Straub said, “But there are ample trees about. We can have a workable ram constructed by morning, breach the gates at dawn, and likely be moving again the day after tomorrow.”
“What makes you confident we can take the manor that quickly?” I asked. The relief in my voice came from having finally gotten the fly.
“Unless they’re hiding their true strength, we are facing scraggly peasants and a one-armed man. Once we are through the door, the fight will be over.”
“The Kestrels are loyal,” Hengist said, “I cannot simply batter down their door and loose foreign troops upon their household.”
Carolus Straub turned his hard, dispassionate gaze upon Hengist. “You are a king, and if you wish to remain so, you have to be able to make hard choices. Right now, the choice is between this army and the Kestrels’ peasants.”
Hengist stared intently at the yellow banners hanging limply in the distance. He shooed a fly away from his sweat-speckled brow. He puffed out his cheeks as he released his old breath, then drew in new air. “It should be my men who do it. This is my responsibility.” There was an emptiness in his voice, as if he had just misplaced a piece of his soul.
“Your Majesty,” Vogel’s voice slithered into our ears.
The man himself had appeared without me seeing his approach. I hoped the start I gave would be attributed to more biting flies.
“If I may suggest,” Vogel continued, “I could get that gate open for you under cover of darkness. Then you would not have to suffer the rain of missiles, and could take them by surprise. It would be over with less bloodshed.”
“Don’t kill anyone while you’re doing it,” Hengist said.
“By your command. Your signal shall be a light within the open gate.” Vogel gave a bow and backed away.
“You’re not even going to ask how he plans to get in there?” Straub asked.
“If not for his knack for getting into and out of places he’s not wanted, I would not have managed to elude Stefak. I have faith that he can do as he says. But that doesn’t mean I trust him.”
***
Come sundown, the flies stopped biting. Red, inflamed bumps marked the wounds upon my skin. From the feel of it, I was glad I couldn’t see my back. I don’t know why the flies craved me so much, as I appeared to be one of the worst afflicted people in the camp. I didn’t want to know what was in the odiferous salve being applied to the bites. At least it stopped the itching. Sitting on a log with my back to the fire, I let the surgeon work.
“If I had that many bug bites, I’d be miserable too,” Lenz said.
“It’s not so much the bugs,” I said.
He sat down next to me. “What is it then?”
“I just got innocent people killed.”
“I’m not sure I understand.”
“If I hadn’t decided to follow Hengist, none of us would be here, getting ready to fight these people over the last scraps in their pantry.” My stomach chose that inopportune moment to voice its annoyance at how little it had been fed over the past few days.
“I have finished with your treatment, Prince Kord.” The surgeon rose.
“What is in that stuff?” Lenz asked. I drew in a breath to protest that I’d rather not know, but the answer came before I could speak.
“Largely pine tar and spices.”
“That it?”
“That’s all it needs to contain. The wounds from the bite are trivial. It brings the bumps down and keeps you from scratching your skin bloody.” I donned my blood-speckled shirt as the surgeon moved on. “How did so many manage to get under my armor?” I asked.
“Well, once you started unbuckling it to get at the first, it was probably easier,” Lenz said, smirking. I shook my head but didn’t have an alternative explanation. I turned around on my seat to face the campfire.
“Do we have a role in the coming fight?” Ritter asked.
“No,” I said. “We sit and wait.” Johan looked relieved to hear it. I didn’t blame him. In the distance, a spark of light flared up. No more than a lantern held aloft in the distance, it was nearly washed out by the firelight before me. I did not react, but thundering hooves pursued the mote into the distance. Hengist and his men at arms disappeared into the darkness between our camp and the manor. Feeling a sudden weight pressing down on my shoulders, I decided to crawl into my tent and hide.
Every meal on the march tasted of guilt after that.
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How civil asset forfeiture scams are done
https://youtu.be/KJ7nDG53NRE
This is a good rundown of how police departments intentionally violate people’s rights in order to steal their property. This case is in Kansas, where they have trained the police department to get around rules. Governing traffic stops and searches the methods they are using are also highly illegal. But it appears that well, over ninety percent of all of the states, civil forfeitures come from out of town travelers and almost all of the highway patrols stops are of out of town travelers
You call that a First? This is a First.
Cop told how to behave, gets in deep shit if he doesnt. Cop behaves that way gets his balls chopped by the courts. Whatever.
My empathy evaporates instantly because of his ‘cop talking’ the guy. Anyone who has been cop talked knows what that is like.
Also, the behavior is indistinguishable from that of an organized criminal gang involved in coercion and extortion because…they are a criminal gang engaged in highway robbery and extortion. Cop knows this very well.
In the end the citizenry is just caught between two different types of criminals.
The other “suspect” was the station employee, and they knew it by this time! I’m not sure it’s all about civil forfeiture; I think a lot of cops really think that out-of-state car must be transporting drugs. Why else would anyone come to their shifty little town?
Freaking autocorrrect
Still works.
You’re more stoic about your automobile than you are about auto-correct.
I keep debating whether to discuss the implications of this chapter for events after the end of the book, but it might spoil the events of this book, so I keep going in circles.
Kord starts an insecticide business?
No spoilers.
Where’s the Honda?
Trump makes bad touch while camera is rolling:
https://x.com/roaming_rn/status/1847638702811423133/mediaViewer?currentTweet=1847638702811423133¤tTweetUser=roaming_rn
https://x.com/roaming_rn/status/1847638702811423133?s=42&t=US5RY2XJdxtzBMVTCOokTA
The original tweet
Fuck that. We don’t bow to potentates, regardless of their primitive local traditions.
I got a nonexistent page message.
He’s forbidden to be touched? What kind of nonsense is that? Like something out of the tenth century.
I was told it has something to do with being The Religion Of Peace™️
No. Something from…take your pick, any AD or BC. Nothing much has changed there since long before recorded history. Well, they do have cars and cell phones now but aside from that….
Bad touch? Well it was a long skirt… Just asking for it!
https://www.punknews.org/article/84009/the-bloodhoud-gang-to-reunite-after-10-years
Good timing.
Shame its not a short skirt.
Well, looks like they finally got the band back together, TimeLoose
Is Neph around to answer for Myles Garrett calling Deshaun Watson a “model citizen’ who no one has the right to cast stones again?
If a model citizen can’t request a happy ending, I don’t want to be a model citizen.
You can request a happy ending. You can’t just take one for yourself when they refuse.
So we’re accepting baseless accusations now?
So baseless that Watson paid them all off.
He’s a millionaire. Spend months/years in court or give a pittance to some gold diggers? Easy choice.
A millionaire who has everyone believing he’s a rapist. Because he almost certainly is.
The last accusation was hardcare rape. And he paid her rather than defend himself. And it’s quite clearly all in his head. It bothers him.
“almost certainly”
Well, in that case. fuck him then. No one has ever been railroaded because of “almost certain” evidence.
BTW anyone know if there’s website/social media platform where actual libertarians hang out?
Libertarianism means defending NFL QB’s from getting booed when they’ve been accused of sexual assault and rape of some two dozen women.
Got it.
I often wonder the same.
Are you a closeted Browns fan, MikeS?
The notion that this has anything to do with libertarianism is absurd. I didn’t say fry the guy. I mocked the notion that he’s a model citizen and that fans have no right to boo him.
People are very free to weigh the evidence presented and the actions Watson has taken and determining whether they think he likely did something wrong. Which isn’t to say lock him up without due process.
And Hypacunt isn’t a libertarian.
I literally couldn’t give any less fucks about the Browns or any other drama involving the NFL. My comment is agreement with Hype’s comment, regardless of his sincerity.
We are all compromised. I pay the income tax, I take the SS checks.
Let me count the ways…
If you think libertarianism means there’s no court of public opinion, you are sorely mistaken.
Are people wrong to think OJ was a murderer because he was acquitted?
Calm your tits, Bro
To be fair, casting his stones is what got Watson in trouble in the first place.
I think the fans booed him because he is an expensive bust that will hurt the Browns cap space for years. Now he is hurt, again, and costing money w/o producing.
All Glibcruisers have arrived in Fort Lauderdale! Shpip is 100% the hostess with the mostest..chauffeur, guide, travel agent all in one!
Who all is in attendance? And did anyone bring any Firsts?
It’s telling that you wouldn’t know which of them brought Firsts. Poser.
Trump serves meals at McDonald’s:
https://x.com/hodgetwins/status/1848066440076710217
Alternate headline:
“Trump literally kills people by feeding them unhealthy food.”
https://x.com/charliekirk11/status/1848089921199776045
Best reply
Staged.
XD*
lol
Wait, he didn’t actually get a job at McDonalds?
I’m two decades older than Kommiela but I can take you to every location I ever worked. Has she ever identified the location of the McDonalds where she worked? If not, and she can’t, then she’s a fabulist or suffering early dementia, neither of which should be a good look for a President of the United States.
IIRC, she identified it but the location can find no records of her employment, nor can anyone be found who says they worked there with her. And yet, The AP reports that Trump’s claims of her lying are made “without evidence”.
To be fair, individual McDonald’s franchises probably don’t retain employment records for 40 years.
Nor does McDonalds corporate maintain employment records for franchises’ employees. Unless they’re really dumb.
Even the friendly “fact-checkers” Snopes label it as “Unverified”
Aside from the above-mentioned news reports, there was no tangible evidence of Harris working at McDonald’s as a college student. We reached out to Harris’ campaign, as well as McDonald’s headquarters, seeking tax records or other proof — which could include photos or videos of her working at the restaurant, employment records or physical items such as a uniform or name tag. We also reached out to Harris’ sister, Maya, as well as a close friend from Howard University seeking comment, and looked for public interviews by friends or family members of Harris’ to confirm the story, with no luck.
Yeah, I doubt I could prove I worked at Tops Friendly Markets 35 years ago either.
CommaLa must be smashing wine bottles by now. Her poor staff…
Thats a vivid image that immediately manifested itself in my brain.
And boxes of chardonnay heaved through a window.
Vivid
Oh my, kinnath. Was not expecting that.
Sundays are too quiet. 😉
Sunday fun day!
“Mr President, please don’t let the United States become Brazil.”
Classic. Said by a Brazilian too.
Hopefully, more like Argentina
He’s no Millei 4, but then at least we are not at Argentina’s level yet. A couple of Harris terms and we just might be close.
President Joe Biden and Vice President Kamala Harris both failed to call Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu after an Iranian-backed assassination attempt by Hezbollah on Saturday when a drone hit his private residence.
https://www.breitbart.com/middle-east/2024/10/19/biden-harris-fail-to-call-netanyahu-after-assassination-attempt-trump-starmer-johnson-do/
Ya’ don’t say.
Meanwhile, JD Vance is enjoying a beer with some newly-made friends:
https://x.com/taylorvankirk/status/1848035244957397272
Ahh, he’s working the bar, hope the boss doesn’t catch him drinking on the job.
They’re killing it on the PR right now, that’s for sure.
Well, I rented the spring compressors for the struts, and the bearing tool for the wheel bearing. I will need to rent the strut tool next weekend, because the wheel bearing fought me to the bitter end, and I had no time to do the struts. I had to go to the hardware store and buy a 6′ piece of pipe to put over my 2′ breaker bar. It finally came loose, but then the wheel bearing wouldn’t come out and I had to use a slide hammer. Only part of the bearing came out, and I had to use a screwdriver and hammer to clear the rest out. Meanwhile, I dropped the caliper on accident and the piston came out, so I had to sit there calmly and put it back together. I was proud of not losing my shit. The bearing is in, the brakes are (halfass) bled, and no further damage was done except I probably now have high blood pressure. And the damn struts are still not done.
Doesn’t sound like fun but at least you appear stoic, at the time.
A hard fought battle won with honor!
And god as my witless, this is why I hate working on my daily driver.
That’s it,too; I need that car functional on Monday, so anything I take apart on the weekend has to be fixed by Sunday. So stressful.
Good luck. We’re all counting on you.
I know what most of those words mean….
Relax, man, Kommiela will be along in a day or so to offer $10,000 for car repairs to anyone showing up at an auto repair shop and not wearing a MAGA hat.
Thus my pride. Even 2 yrs ago I probably would’ve just lost it. And that would’ve cost me another $55 to replace the caliper.
That’s why I’ve never tried to fix my car, I would always have to pay someone to undo my errors plus pay a second time to fix the original problem.
I learned that over time. Now like Robbie I can’t change a tire but for a difference reason. I know how though.
Part of my frustration comes from that I know how, I have the tools, and it still doesn’t work. Frustrating.
I really enjoyed this. Especially the tense Serious Talk ‘asking’ for the peasants’ food, so claimed. Very good setup to whatever’s next…
Yeah. No spoilers, indeed.
Another glimpse of the future Kord never wanted.
To be honest, I didn’t notice that. The dialog was written regarding the circumstance of the moment.
But it does reflect the reality of the role within the world.
I am amused that almost all the candidates I see on TV commercials are not on my ballot because my “local” channels are so far away. I feel like a redneck.
And I was so excited to vote for some of them. 🙄
I get commercials for candidates in Jersey, Delaware and Penna. And most of them I’d be excited to vote against.
Wow…. one of the worst things I have ever heard of in sports
https://x.com/NFLHateMemes/status/1848108548795834446?s=19
I couldn’t decipher what the crowd was saying.
Some comments say they were chanting “You deserve it!” and a bunch of others say it didn’t actually happen. 🤷🏻♂️
This is the campaign that just keeps on giving. Yet another moment so crazy that it must be a deepfake.
Lizzo says if we elect Kamala, the entire country will be like Detroit
https://x.com/akafacehots/status/1847702334714896726?s=19
(For those who don’t recall, Detroit is in such a bad state that entire sections of the city have been condemned and raized because of depopulation and the inability to provide city services to those areas.)
*sigh* This isn’t the gotcha everyone is saying.
She’s doing a “Detroit Strong” thing as I pointed out earlier.
Kamala is “hope” and “joy” or some shit. It’s ridiculous of course, just not in the way that her detractors are claiming.
For our chiefs contingent…. just sturring the pot.
https://x.com/PistachiosGoat/status/1847822719058137302?s=19
ALOL
Would you remarry if I died?
The Onion used to be facetious.
Get up, y’all!
🌄😉☕
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Lkv2zF2Bgq0
🎶🎶
Good morning, Sean, U, homey, and Ted’S.!
Morning. Ready for your triumphant return to work?
😑
I guess, but we’ll see for how long. I have a bit of a sore throat, so there’s a good chance I’m coming down with a cold. 🤧
How are you?
🙁
That sounds miserable. I don’t have any new advice regarding the treatment of colds, so – chicken soup it is!
I did wake up at a sane time this morning, and just need to avoid the temptation to nap before a sane bedtime this evening.
A 40°+ temperature swing from morning to afternoon is just too much. I can’t dress right for that.
Ban something!
You are fined $1 for violation of the thermal complaints prohibition statute.
https://www.msn.com/en-us/health/medical/frozen-waffles-products-sold-at-major-retailers-recalled-for-listeria-risk/ar-AA1sBqrc
Killer waffles!
Ban frozen food!!!
The listeria bacteria are just trying to save us from the ‘beetus.
suh’ fam
whats goody
TALL W. Va CANS!
Hot take on Trump
It was as good a PR op as I’ve ever seen. The Dems are critiquing his food prepping skills while the message that’s conveyed is “I care enough about you to cater to you.” Bullshit maybe but it seems effective to me.
First day trainees are not experts on the system.
NPR used “staged” to describe it, but not for Kamala’s pandering at a black church in Georgia.
Who all do we lose for a week to the cruise and is it OUR time to stage a coup? Good morning all
I have no idea.
But they probably set IEDs, so you go first.
Based strictly on pistoffnick’s comment in the Forum thread, there are ten (including three(?) non-Glib spouses?) And not enough of TPTB going to give us a better chance of infiltrating and taking over the levers of control. Oh well!
WTF has become of the Drudge Report?
https://drudgereport.com/?NF=1
On the other hand, the left and the neverTrumpers losing their damn minds over this is proof that it was effective.
Well, they don’t appear to have acquired a competent web page designer.
Pretty much the same design as back in the aughts but he, or whoever’s running it now, is all in on Harris. Then again he always was a neocon so it seems to be a good fit.
Kamala supporters are joyless.
Lots a rumors on its not Matt Drudge anymore to Trump snubbed Drudge and he is exacting revenge. My guess, no longer Drudge himself and in name only. Always was borderline tabloid headline click bait though.
Yeah, I thought he sold it. Wikipedia sez no one actually knows. (?!)
I believe this is the genesis of the Dem’s “JD Vance is weird” pitch they attempted.
I do not believe that statement.
By and large, people do not think of Ohio, let alone use it as a byword.
I have 19 year olds…its used often.
I’m going to doubt you.
What a Kentucky thing to say