Always tell the truth about your barbecue. Then you don’t have to remember anything.

— Mark Twain

By Blue Bronc, a Trail Mix Contributor

cow mapBrisket?  What do you mean a smoked brisket is going to bring down the world? Jesus Alou!!!  (haysus ahlu)

I am very sorry.  At first I could not conceive of a single idea as to why a brisket would cause the Dow to drop faster than the diaper on a three year old at a wedding.   Or why a nice brisket could cause panic in the usual panic prone.

No.  I was very confused when the Loon Carny Trump took credit for a crashed brisket.  I cannot imagine he knows how to drive.

It was only after I enjoyed a martini, perfect drink when pondering a carny taking credit for anything.  Usually they run for the next county.  It was actually the second round that I started to put it all together.  Trump had lost his diaper and his small hands were playing with a brisket.

brexit-shutterstock2Okay, so now I watch a little television, actually a forty inch (101.6 cm for our EU folk)  television – not really very little, and find out that not only has a brisket been abused, a brexit has been too.  Not that I know anything about a brexit.  Rather scary word there.  Possibly one that has very significant meaning to those with access to good apple or pear wood for smoking the brexit.

Although, my ancestors fought, and eventually fought very well, against the Brits, I do not remember anything in the family tree which was associated with a British Brisket.  Then I started to consider that a Brexit and a Brisket might not be in the same meat group.  Maybe a Brexit was closer to a Gaegogi (dog meat).

That is when I realized I was closer to the truth.  Carny Trump did not know what a Brisket was a week ago, and all of a sudden he was taking credit for killing the European Union, the United Kingdom and England.  That takes a lot of Gaegogi.  And, probably a lot of other things us poor people cannot afford.

What is going on?  I finally asked myself, after making sure I had no left over brisket which could be involved in some sort of weird relationship with the orange one.

It took some time to understand that the Brits had done their own Revolution, like ours, but without the winning side sitting in the worst winter in a very long time.

Now that the British Union Jack is flying high, except that Scotland is about to vote to dump the English and the Union Jack becomes jacked off.  So, if you bought a Union Jack and you still have the receipt you might consider returning it for the simple Saint George’s version.

Looking in the refrigerator left me with the knowledge I have chops tonight, lamb chops (not mutton).  Therefore, I am not involved in the great brisket caper.

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Clinton’s Florida Air War

Here are the two Clinton ads that appear to be exclusively airing in heavy rotation in the Central Florida market where I’ve been for a week. Have seen them run as much as twice each in a single half-hour local newscast. No Trump ads spotted so far. Social media videos, fun and games have their place but this is the heavy artillery:

from her Super PAC, PrioritiesUSA …

from the Clinton campaign …

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Room 222

By SJWNY, a Trail Mix Contributor

Enough with the idiots aka humans. You will never be able to legislate common sense, compassion, decency, let alone reasoned thought & compromise. Some people have it, lots more don’t. Blah blah blah blah blah ….. screw the Politicians. For now, anyway.

big-american-goldfinchAfter one more mass murder, one more (plus) divisive, repugnant statement by the presumptive nominee of a once proud Political Party, I retreated to my garden. A little birdie told me to. He wasn’t the Bernie Birdie but a sweet little goldfinch who poked his head in through the window bars & gave me a look like Hey stupid! It’s beautiful out here! What are you doing in there?

Tomato_Plant_clip_art_hightI love the feel of the soil, the warmth of the sunshine, the sounds of the birds. I do two things well: baking & growing tomatoes. I have the knack where these are concerned. Each spring I plant tomato seeds indoors, heating mats under their roots, grow lights over their leaves. They are watered, fed, coddled. Memorial Day weekend they make the great move into a plot turned over with compost, green sand & fertilizer. And now they grow. Beautifully, silently, blossoms tempting the big fat bumblebees. All is well. The cycle of nature continues. A few moments of sanity & peace.

*The meaning of the title for this Post? Gardening is a great way to daydream. One day I thought about all the great theme songs TV shows used to have. If my life was a show, what theme would it be? For whatever reason, the theme from Room 222 kept bouncing around my noggin. I like it. I will always be a relic from the ’70s 😉

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