Following the news — not too closely, because I don’t want to catch whatever it is they got — I’m seeing arguments over how the Senate is conducting the impeachment trials.
It seems like they’re rigging the thing to acquit Trump. Kinda like the Democrats did to impeach Trump.
So, which is the worst?
That’s easy. Pineapple on pizza. Discuss.
Anti-Conan, what is worst in life?
“To be crushed by your enemies, to be driven before them, and to hear the laughter of their women.”
Anti-Conan, you don’t fool me. You’re really that Schiff joker, right?
Hey, I just beat anti-Conan up!
He was reading Proust.
I’m gonna commit a few heresies here.
1) My local pizza place offers a ham, pineapple, and bacon pie that is actually quite superb.
2) The House did a totally half-assed job with their impeachment; for the Senate to do a better job would have been essentially doing the House’s job for them.
How about that mic drop by Sekulow:
Sekulow: “After 31 or 32 times you said you proved every aspect of your case… [pauses for response] That’s what you said.”
Schiff: “We did.”
Sekulow: “Well then I don’t think we need any witnesses.”
I also found it amazing that for every random question by a Democrat Senator they House managers had a complete audio visual presentation. Everyone one of them always brought up a notebook to read from as well. The WH guys just showed up and knew everything, without notes.
I noticed that too, but I didn’t find it amazing. Pretty much expected.
Since this is clearly a foodie post, the worst is attaching “burger” to any word that doesn’t start with ham.
Let me refute that point with a single example:
“Baconburger.”
Although “Cheeseburger” would also suffice.
A burger needs no prefix except for what is being offered in addition to the sweet, sweet meat.
Hear, hear! Let’s make it a formal rule.
If the word preceding “-burger” is declaring what is added to the burger, then it is acceptable.
If the word preceding “-burger” is declaring what is being substituted for the burger, then let the burning of the blasphemers commence.
Dare we say it?
Dare, dare
They must be burnt…at the STEAK!
(Well, just singed a bit to retain the blue center of the cut.)
So let it be written, so let it be done.
Now I’m hungry.
SO SAY WE ALL!