So do most of the Democratic power brokers, who still carry the Clintons’ water — and for this reason they will inevitably soft pedal their already lukewarm-at-best fervor to release the Epstein files.

Just after they install half a dozen eight foot tall chocolate fountains festooned with golden cherubs.

O-o-h Child, by the Five Stairsteps

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Yes indeed. I am researching/writing about the parallels, which as you suggest are eerily close in a number of ways. I think that perhaps the English universities recovered in less time than ours may.

This is quite small, but I just picked fresh Greek basil and green aji rico peppers for tonight’s stir fry and am listening to classical music with an ever-hopeful Malamute while watching the sun set.

Thanks, JSTOR, but I find that my Non-Artificial Intelligence Research Tool works just fine. Been using it for decades.

I see what you did there. 👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍

Thank you, Anne Louise Avery, for this gift.

I stand in gratitude with the Stoat.

Exactly.

So this country is in the hands of a malign, sadistic, narcissistic version of Chauncey Gardiner. Oh, good.

Peed

Seconded. Penzey’s spices are excellent and the owners are good people. I just placed an order yesterday for as much of their Trinidad spice as I could rationalize.

Which is kind of a lot, not gonna lie.

Yes, that seems entirely compelling. And so it is in part a way of banishing personal unease by “taming” the other?

There’s something deeply wearying to me about the laziness, and sometimes malice, of being reduced to just one aspect of ourselves and then being expected to live only and always in whatever silo that may be. The quiet fascism of ein Fach.

I suspect that friendships and even otherwise promising marriages have foundered over omelet philosophies.