Army Brat, student of geo-politics, retired truck driver, raised on the bleeding edge of the Cold War in Germany. Ja, Ich kann noch ein bischen Deutsch sprechen

Joined September 2015
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Uber is in Reedsport...download the app!!!
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Baahubali: The Epic. Watched several cuts on youtube...full of action, intrigue, suspense, and some excellent special effects. There's a version with English subs...might be worth watching, but not all at once. 225 minutes long, might want to break it up into two nites. Anyway, here's a snippet. Full movie in on youtube. youtube.com/watch?v=q8nbZbHR…
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Come visit Two Shy in Reedsport Oregon!
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LMFAO!!!!!
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this is a good buddy, Moritz Espy who ran the 777 Ranch bison. always cracks me up...
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Re: A black playing James Bond. IMHO, Idris Elba would make a great Bond. Lance Reddick would have been even better, but alas...not possible.
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Oof.
Whoever the broker/shipper is on this one...you can't say no one warned you.
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Norman Peterson retweeted
A USDA inspector showed up at our beef jerky processor for regular inspection and saw Nourish Food Club on the production schedule. According to the processor, the inspector said: β€œI’ve had issues with Ashley before, so I’m going to find problems.” Our beef was already processed at a USDA facility. We had the required paperwork. Yet the processor was told to put β€œNOT FOR SALE” on the entire batch. β€’ We paid our small regenerative farm partners (who spent 2 years raising the cow) β€’ We paid the USDA processor β€’ We paid the USDA jerky maker Now the jerky can’t be sold, and we eat the loss. This is the kind of regulatory abuse that pushes small food producers out of business.
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I dunno...but it seems that cryptoland is setting up for a huge buy signal...
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There is a restaurant in Texas where they bring you food until you tell them to stop. They do not tell you to stop. You tell them. I did not know a man could be trusted with such power. I confess I wept. In my country, when a host feeds you, you finish what is served. To leave food on the plate is to insult the hands that made it. This is not my opinion. This is the law of the table. So when the man said "all you can eat," I did not hear an offer. I heard a challenge of honor. The house was offering me everything it had. To stop before the house stopped would be to call the house stingy. I would not insult the house. Plate one, fried chicken. I bowed. I finished it. Plate two, ribs. I bowed. I finished it. Plate three. Four. Five. The house did not stop. So neither did I. A waiter came and said, kindly, that I could stop whenever I wished. I told him I did not come here to wish. I came here to settle a debt of honor. He brought a manager. The manager brought water. I do not drink water during battle. By the second hour, the kitchen had slowed. I took this as weakness in the enemy and pressed forward. By the third hour I could no longer feel my face. But a samurai does not retreat simply because his face has left him. They turned off the lights and closed the restaurant around me. I remained seated. Still chewing. The last man at the table. I won. I have not eaten since. That was eleven days ago. So tell me honestly. When the sign says all you can eat, who is supposed to surrender first? Because it will not be me.
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This is the best post on X you will see today. Thank God for our Japanese friends to comment on American culture
I ordered one pancake in America. The waitress wrote it down and said, "one short stack." Short. I am a small and humble man. A short stack sounded perfect for me. I waited with a calm heart. She returned carrying three pancakes, each the size of my face, stacked into a tower, with a block of butter on top sliding down the sides like slow lava. This was the short one. I did not dare ask what the tall one looked like. Some knowledge a man is not ready for. I ate for forty minutes. I was not full. I was afraid. The tower did not shrink. I am fairly sure it was growing back faster than I could eat it. I had to surrender. I left half. In Japan, leaving food is a deep shame. So I leaned in close and apologized to the pancakes directly, in a low voice, one by one. The waitress asked if I wanted a box. I did not know food could be taken into custody. I declined. I did not want it following me home. In America, is the short stack truly the small one? I need time to prepare my spirit before I ever face the tall one.
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