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1. about 7 hours ago on Jeff Danziger
   take your point. But I think, while not buying that comment by 574, that there is a big distinction between the “Arabs” and the outfits that run some of the Middle Eastern monarchies and lesser fiefdoms, from Qatar and Aramco to Syria (a former bastion of middle eastern culture) and Yemen. Those countries with oil and gas are the boss outfits that profit from and care about Western oil interests; I’m not sure that they have as much of a stake in the"Arabs" in their own countries, and certainly not in their impoverished, war ruined, and oil parched neighbors. Likewise the Persians.
2. about 12 hours ago on Jeff Danziger

   That’s right. You can’t understand.

3. about 12 hours ago on Tim Campbell

   With the race on the radio (if you can stand the commercials and hype).

   When I was a kid, the tradition was to put the single Monkey Wards table radio we had onto the detached garage window sill and turn it to WIBC. We’d gather with some of the neighbors in the back yard for food and gossip, and listen to the race under the shade of the trees. Back then, the race ran for about 4 hours or so; it was almost a day long event. Dad was there in his T-shirt and overalls (clean), but traded his work boots for sandals — and white socks (!). Perching in the Adirondack# chairs, he with maybe one or two of the father-neighbors would nurse a couple of Old Crown Ales. (Dad would let me have the last few drops of one of his Old Crowns, and beer never tasted so good since.) Mom was in charge of the food, which was served around noon. Hamburgers, hot dogs, slaw, mixed fruit, and baked beans were on the menu, with a cake or fruit pie for desert. I remember one year some one brought an ice cream freezer and we made ice cream. That was the way it was for us in the early ’50s.

   (#) Dad made the only SENSIBLE Adirondack chairs I’ve ever seen. What he did was to set the armrests parallel to the seat instead of parallel to the ground. That way, you could, as the Kingfish said, “unlax” in the chairs without the feeling that you were running some risk of dislocating your shoulders.

4. about 12 hours ago on Michael Ramirez

   Maybe that’s the way the Russians like ’em: blonde, thick bodied, vicious, stupid, loud, and fascistic?

5. about 20 hours ago on Michael Ramirez

   Riffing, unfortunately, on Quasimodo, it seems. Quasimodo was not inherently evil, nor at fault for his hideous deformities. And he actually had the ability to love another. MT Greene is evil, relishes her appearance, loves nothing, and hates everything worth loving.

6. about 21 hours ago on Mannequin on the Moon

   Apart from the SF fantasy, 2001, there is the reality of deciding who will comfort the squalling baby at 2 in the morning.

7. about 21 hours ago on Steve Kelley

   How come Trump’s awake?

8. 1 day ago on Clay Jones

   This discussion has led me to ponder a different inflection for the proper noun “Trump”. I submit that use of “Trumpery” (maybe “Trump(ery)”?) instead fulfills three requirements in a single word: Trumpery specifies the person intended, it embraces some of the multitude of defects in his being, and it acknowledges his appeal for (and to) so many of the MAGA folks.

9. 1 day ago on Doonesbury

   I was attempting to make a joke. But I will remember your riposte the next time that I find a sprig of parsley nesting in my baked potato. —)

10. 2 days ago on Strange Brew

    Caption missing?