No matter what Trump does, they're against it, right? You've seen the memes 'If Trump cured cancer, blah, blah...' I'm hard pressed to see what it is that any of them do - on either side of the aisle. One spends all their time attacking the President, and the other side defending. What else do they do in their high-paying, otherwise meaningless jobs? Inquiring minds want to know...
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Ontario’s premier, Doug Ford, has warned rye drinkers they will need to “stock up” if they want to keep consuming Crown Royal, as he promised to make good on plans to banish the Canadian whisky brand from his province. Ford has since September been locked in a simmering feud over tariffs and economic nationalism with the multinational spirits maker Diageo. This week, he renewed his threats to wield the power of the province’s liquor control board – one of the largest buyers of alcohol in the world – to banish Crown Royal. “You’d better stock up there, buddy,” Ford told reporters, adding he was “100%” committed to removing the spirits from liquor store shelves.
In September, Ford ceremoniously dumped a bottle of Crown Royal when Diageo announced plans to shutter its plant in Ontario and move its operations to the US, with the loss of roughly 200 jobs.
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Yeah - and the Redskins, and Aunt Jemima and Uncle Ben and all the other products and places that got their names changed because a buncha fuckin' pussies pissed and moaned about words they thought were 'offensive' some how. How about we just buck the fuck up and realize we won't let a bunch of overly-sensitized Marys run our world? Juss' sayin'...
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The wife of a British soldier playing the accordion
for a group of American soldiers before their
departure from England in 1944
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The bottom line reads 'Eggs and dairy are a product of the abuse of females.' Yes, the people that think like that live amongst us, and may be as close as a next door neighbor. Think about that when you're backing out of your driveway...
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A coupla cuties havin' a cocktail at "Mackinac Jack's" in Ann Arbor, Michigan back in 1972. All three of them, if they're still alive, are probably great Grandmothers now. For what it's worth, the one on the left I'da fallen in love with in one breath.

























































