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18? Yes, you can buy an assault weapon

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Never has it been easier to buy an assualt weapon.

The New York Times Podcast, The Daily, produced an insightful show this morning about the ease of anyone 18, or older, to walk into a Gun Store, and buy a deadly AR-15.

 

“The National Shooting Sports Foundation estimates there are roughly 5 million to 10 million AR-15 rifles owned in the United States. And, a  small share of the roughly 300 million firearms owned by Americans.”

 

Top 5 Senators With the Most Contributions From NRA

John McCain (R, AZ) – $7.74 million

Richard Burr (R, NC) – $6.99 million

Roy Blunt (R, MO) – $4.55 million

Thom Tillis (R, NC) – $4.42 million

Cory Gardner (R, CO) – $3.88 million

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Think: TRUMP – Pocket – NRA

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Missouri Man alienates all women?

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They call him, a lot of things – but, often  “Half Court,” not only because he isn’t playing  with a full deck – the guy is hilarious.

Fact: He gave his “unequivocal support” to good-old-boy Roy Moore of Alabama. Oh, boy!

Court Sykes recently moved to Missouri to unseat the well-loved and outspoken Sen. Claire McCaskill (D)  

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He announced he running for office and has strong views on Women. 

In his perfect Half Court World ( he is single)

 All women should:

Get up and make breakfast for all the family.
Making sure the husband was suitably attired for whatever job he did.
Getting the children ready for school, if at that age.
Cleaning and dusting the house, washing, making the beds, ironing and anything else.
Do the family food shopping – 
Maybe have the neighbour round for a cup of Tea .
Collect the Children from School and feed them.
After that, getting ready for husband to come home by preparing his Supper.
Putting the children to bed.Take care of husbandly needs.

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For some reason…Sykes’ background is a mystery. Or resembles Swiss Cheese

  1.  He claims to have served in the Navy for more than eight years, enlisting after the terror attacks on September 11, 2001.

  2. His LinkedIn page says he later attended Harvard University’s Extension School after that, earning a degree in 2014.

  3. He says he is a graduate student at the University of London,  but waffles on that with flim flam flimsy excuses. He says he the Managing Director for a military consulting firm named Talosorion — but, candidly,  has no clients.

  4. He claims to have  worked in close coordination and jointly with the FBI, DEA, CIA…. and other government agencies

Methinks this is a Jimmmy Kimmel joke- what say you?

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No, not a Fan of Family Photo Christmas Cards

Don’t try this at home…

 

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Four great examples of What Not to Do for a “Cute”

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Her Motto: Will Date for Food

To say Annette was an opportunist only begins to describe the the woman from Rio.  (Rio Del, Humboldt County)

She is a striking brunette – both buxom and brassy. She attracted men like a moth to a flame. Whether it was charisma, phernomes or a magnetic attraction- none of her friends understood the dynamic. They merely watched as men dropped hints and business cards and asked her out every night of the week.

She didn’t actually wear a T-shirt that said “Will date for food,” but Annette had created a list of the Top 20 Restaurants in Miami and her goal was to leave her mark and dine at a dozen of the “Top 20” each month.

Her success rate was staggering.  Pubbelly, YardBird, Upland, The Bazaar, Pan E Vino, Stubborn Seed were all on her “Been there done that” list.

She was torn between liking a guy or just going out to dinner.

Her secret motto is: A girls got to eat. Her pals kidded that her refrigerator looked like a kennel  with dozens of Doggie Bags lining the shelves.

Annette was happy. Oblivious. And out to lunch – and dinner – all week long.

Eventually she decided she was craving karats…and she started a whole new campaign.

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Don’t do this on first date

 

Oops, I did it again! Two Big dating mistakes

 

Too much, too soon, too fast – That long and flirty exchange of e-mails – for a week or two- is a big mistake.

Texting back and forth all day long before your first date is a huge Dating Blunder -unless you are looking for a pen pal.  Expectations grow and grow and become way out of proportion. Way.

You expect a sexy, flirty Brad Pitt kind of a guy. Your name is Penny and you are petite, with long dark hair and he expects Penelope Cruz or a perfect Barbie Doll…

Sometimes when you meet, face-to-face those grandiose expectations fall flat.  Texting pithy one-liners is not the same as carrying on a conversation.

 Nuts!

Exchanging ideas and dreams – pre first date?  Don’t waste your time and valuable time and energy with fabulous flirting via e-mail.

Keep your eyes open – it is so easy to get blinded by a crush – sometimes we forget the goal is to carefully, nonchalantly, check a person out.

Meeting for cocktails– Maybe you think that a first date should be for smart cocktails at a glam joint. It sounds sexy and fun and you love going to Union Square…

 

One drink is a great idea.  Two drinks could be okay…three- are generally pushing it, and anything beyond that – is a very bad idea. Why?

Your brain will be murky by Makers Mark or clouded by Clos de chardonnay – and you will be compromised and vulnerable; your standards will have dissipated and your “Top 10 Things I’m Looking for in a Date” flies out the window when a modicum of charm, and champagne cocktails blind you.

Take it easy. Take your time. Set limits.

 

A Gift: 45’s Tax Plan for his best friends

 

“…But according to an analysis by Americans for Tax Fairness, the plan would cut between $6.7 and $8.3 trillion over the next ten years, and those cuts would “largely benefit the richest Americans and biggest corporations.”

What’s more, as much as $3 to $5 trillion wouldn’t be offset by closing loopholes and eliminating deductions, and “the resulting jump in the deficit threatens funding of Social Security, Medicare, Medicaid, public education and other vital services.”

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#45 would also repeal the estate tax, which would provide a huge windfall for His Own Family and another 5,400 Estates that face the tax nationwide, according to Chloe Choe at The Center for Budget and Policy Priorities.

Bill Moyers

 

 

The Age of Nefarious

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He snores – she snores? Aw, come on!


They moved in together – Moon, Spoon, June: pure bliss?

Last May, Carly rolled her eyes and said that living with Don was bliss-perfection-more wonderful than she had imagined. Except for that one flaw. Flaw? Mr. Wonderful? Mr. tall, dark, handsome, highly successful and happy Don?   She whispered, “He snores. A little like a small water buffalo.” How bad was it? Move to another bedroom bad or just earplugs and melatonin bad? She was discreet in all their affairs, and merely waved her hand and tsk-ed, “Oh, not that bad.”

Flash forward to now-and Carly is no longer fluffing this one off.

She has dark circles under her eyes and the Bobbi Brown concealer barely hides them. And she will quietly share she just had the first good night’s sleep in weeks, because Don had gone to a meeting in Toronto.

She reveled in the nocturnal silence. She thought about taping “The Quietude of the Boudoir” as a meditation tape she could play back with her Bose headphones when Don returned.    She dismissed the idea as silly, but the night before he returned-she turned on her tape player to record three hours of white noise and pure silence. The next morning, she tucked it away in the bedside table.

Don’s return was highly anticipated. Carly shopped, prepped, and cooked his favorite meal to eat by candlelight, accompanied by Miles Davis and Keith Jarrett on their cool, old, record player. He was clearly exhausted. He had a three-hour delay in Denver, missed an airline connection and was beat. After dinner, they retired to the bedroom – within minutes he was out and snoring.

For Carly, the week of silence had been purely intoxicating and was now a distant memory as the cacophony of snorts, airbursts and coughs punctuated the night.

The tape!  Proud of her white-noise-invention, she found her Bose headphones and the mini-tape player and placed them on her side of the bed. She cleansed, toned, moisturized, and climbed into bed next to her amore as he belted raucous snores. Blissfully, she listened to her newly created, perfect, white noise tape. She could barely hear the muffled rustling of her satin duvet. As she was relaxing into silence, she heard a strange noise.

Something was wrong with the tape. It must be flawed. She heard a rush of air and a soft wheezing sound. The machine must be broken. Then she heard the pattern again. Louder.  Snoring! Had she taped Don and forgotten?

No, as she listened to the shocking snorting noise, she sadly discovered she, too, snored. Softly – but, she had a small problem. She would erase the tape in the morning and head off to the health food store for Melatonin. And, maybe soothing, sleep inducing  Belleruth Naperstek ‎ tape, earplugs might be good…brandy…her mind was whirling- while the love of her life was sleeping like a baby.

Damn him. Sweet dreams….photo_8735_20081228

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