jordanlund

"Was it Father Rizzo? Father Russo? Father Marino?"

"I got 10 Hail Marys and 3 giant warnings!"

It was in the image in the comment that was removed.

FTFY:

Lawmakers ~~Want to Ban VPNs—And They~~ Have No Idea What They're Doing

Oh boy, if you want an honest answer to the whys and hows of the obesity epidemic, well, the truth is "it's complicated".

You'd be surprised at how much of it stems from government policy.

In their drive to subsidize the milk and dairy industry, the feds partnered with food companies to figure out ways to stick cheese in fucking EVERYTHING. To the point where feds embedded at pizza joints co-developed the idea of stuffed crust pizza.

https://fee.org/articles/why-does-the-federal-government-have-14-billion-pounds-of-american-cheese-stockpiled/

"To help sell its surplus in the 1990s, the National Dairy Promotion Board created Dairy Management Incorporated, a semi-public marketing branch of the USDA funded through government “checkoff” fees from dairy producers. This agency gave us the “Got Milk?” campaign and a host of popular fast food menu items, including Domino’s seven-cheese pizzas and Taco Bell’s very cheesy Quesalupa. A 2017 Bloomberg Businessweek investigation called the group of chemists and nutritionists the “Illuminati of cheese.” “The checkoff [program] puts DMI’s agents inside Burger King, Domino’s, McDonald’s, Pizza Hut, and Wendy’s, where they’re privy to each restaurant chain’s most closely guarded trade secrets,” writes Clint Rainey."

But that's just one angle on the problem, another is the rapid increase in the use of high fructose corn syrup, not just as a sugar replacement, but as an addition to, again, fucking everything.

In the drive for "low fat" foods, producers started adding HFCS to enhance the flavor that was lacking in low fat products.

And, again, federal subsidies for the corn industry is where a lot of this is coming from:

https://www.mountsinai.org/files/ISMMS/Assets/Media/Profiles/MS_OpEd%20Ad_Obesity_final.pdf

"Consumption of HFCS has increased tenfold since 1974."

Subsidies like this also drove the federal dietary guidelines rather than actual nutrition. When I was a kid they talked about the "4-4-3-2" plan. Every day, 4 servings of meat or dairy, 4 servings of fruit, 3 servings of vegetables, 2 servings of starch.

That was later replaced by the "Food Pyramid", and TBH, I have no idea what it is now.

https://farmaction.us/2022/08/04/putting-our-money-where-our-mouths-should-be-the-great-contradiction-between-u-s-food-subsidies-and-dietary-guidelines/

And don't even get me started on things like "food deserts", we'll be here all day:

https://www.news-medical.net/news/20240922/Living-in-food-deserts-during-early-childhood-raises-long-term-obesity-risk.aspx

Doesn't matter, it's a slur and not allowed.

Legend has it Rudyard Kipling wrote it...

Old jokes are sometimes the best jokes...

'Twas the Night of the King's Castration: the last of the Royal Balls was coming off. All the counts, discounts and no-'ccounts were sitting around the throne room slinging camel-shit, for in those days, bull-shit was not yet heard of.

A noise was heard in the courtyard and in came Daniel on his gallant white steed, with his balls slung over his shoulder. "What ho!" cried the King. "Ass-hole!" replied Daniel, thus scoring an early point for the common people.

At this, the Queen dashed madly through the court with her drawers at half-mast, and her ass shining like a looking-glass in the moonlight.

Hilarious now, the King offered Daniel the post of second-in-command. "But what of the Queen?" asked Daniel. "Oh, fuck the Queen!" replied the King, and 50,000 loyal courtiers were killed in the rush, for in those days the King's word was law, and the King ruled with an iron hand.

Upon seeing such mass slaughter, the King in exasperation exclaimed, "Oh, shit!"; and all 50,000 remaining loyal courtiers dropped their drawers and squatted on their haunches and strained and grunted in unison, for in those days the King's word was law and the King ruled with an iron hand.

"Stop!" cried the Queen, thinking of the royal carpet. The King called "Halt!" and 49,999 loyal butt-holes snapped shut with a stately click, and 49,999 glistening turds were nipped, gently steaming in the morning air, all save for that of Daniel, who proceeded to lay one two cubits wide by one cubit high by three cubits long.

The King was sore affronted, and ordered Daniel thrown into the lions' den for three days and three nights, for in those days the King's word was law and the King ruled with an iron hand.

And here was Daniel, in the midst of all those roaring, snarling beasts --- but of course, you could easily recognize Daniel by the large green parasol that he always carried.

On the first day, the Queen came unto Daniel and Daniel said, "Oh Queen, I am in need of some tea!" and the Queen asked, "What manner of tea?" Daniel replied, "C-U-N-T!" And the Queen departed.

On the second day the Queen came unto Daniel and Daniel said, "Oh Queen, I am in need of some pills!" and the Queen asked, "What manner of pills?" Daniel replied, "NIP-PILLS!" And the Queen departed.

Again on the third day, the King came unto Daniel, but it had come to pass that on the morning of the third day, Daniel had shat a great shit, and the lions were sore affronted. Almost all of them had thenceforth kept their distance from Daniel. But one of the lions took a liking to Daniel's left nut, and began to munch upon it. "Oh, it tickles, it tickles!" cried Daniel. "What tickles?" asked the King. "TES-TICKLES!" roared Daniel, thereby scoring another point for the common people. Upon hearing this, all the ladies in the courtyard took out their tits and tittered.

Then the lion crouched as if to spring, but instead laid a big turd. This amused the King, and he ordered Daniel to come forth, but Daniel slipped on the lion's turd and came fifth, thus utterly losing the race. This angered Daniel so greatly that he picked up the lion turd and, with menacing accuracy, hurled it at random. Random, being a crafty little bugger, ducked, and the turd hit the King full in the eye.

Now, this made the King exceedingly angry, whereupon he inquired, "Where's the Queen?" "Milord, she is on the Royal Crapper." "And is she well-supplied with paper?" "Milord, she has forty reams of the finest linen." "It is good," said the King. "And where's the Princess?" "Oh, she's upstairs in bed with laryngitis." "Not that fucking Greek again!" cried Daniel.

This amused the King and he spake, "Oh, fuck the Princess!" and another 40,000 loyal courtiers were trampled to death in the rush, for in those days the King's word was law, and the King ruled with an iron hand, and besides, the Princess was a comely wench. This made the King exceeding angry, but the Queen only said, "Well, I'll be fucked!" --- more in hope than in indignation. But nobody moved, save a solitary senile seneschal, quietly masturbating in a corner into a silver teaspoon, and Daniel, who, taking her at her word, grabbed the Queen by her butt-cheeks and slipped her onto his dick like a well-worn jackboot.

Later in the evening the King entered the Royal Boudoir and beheld the Queen lying on the bed, clad only in Nature's attire. "Roll over, Queen!" ordered the King. "I'll be fucked if I will!" shouted the Queen. "You will at that," observed the King, "but you'll be corn-holed if you won't!" Hearing this, the Queen shat a gold brick, for in those days a square ass-hole was a symbol of royalty.

When the King saw this, he cried, "Balls!"; not because he had to, but because he had two. And the Queen replied, "Balls!? If I had two, I could be King!"

Whereupon the King, having partaken of over-ripe olives, hied himself to the innermost part of his kingdom and proceeded to shit buttermilk for three days, and thereafter was forever known as King Dairy-Ass, throughout the world.

Blaming Daniel for his digestive discomfort the King sentenced Daniel to wander in the wilderness for forty days and forty nights, for in those days the King's word was law and the King ruled with an iron hand.

And so it came to pass that Daniel wandered in the wilderness for many a long day and many a long night. But in the evening of his thirteenth day in the wilderness, Daniel was set upon by bandits! Not, as you might at first surmise, ordinary bandits, but Mexican bandits. Nor, as you might at second surmise, ordinary Mexican bandits, but Mexican bum-bandits, who debagged him, scragged him, and shagged him, and left him with his pockets jingling, and his ass-hole tingling.

Months went by before the Queen came unto Daniel. "Oh Daniel, I am heavy with child. What steps are to be taken?" "Fuckin' big ones!" replied Daniel as he vanished over the Southern horizon.

A 9.0 is as good as a modern day comic right off the rack, so finding something of that vintage in that condition is absolutely insane.

Looks like a standard bracket, it even has the slots ready to go!

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CHVSZHM3

Bonus: Also supports multiplayer:

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LOL - Hey, if you're willing to help haul food, sure! 😉 Seriously, loading and unloading the car I think will be the trick...

It's really good soup! 😉

I hope so, I've had 2 heart attacks and technically died a couple of times. I don't want the recipe ending with me.

Thermometer! Always a thermometer! Not even meats, it's great for breads, and also temping oil for deep frying.

This year, my family decided on a big get together. I have no idea who all is coming.

My plan is to start Wednesday with cranberry sauce so it has time to sit in the fridge overnight.

Thursday morning I have it all planned out...

2 loaves of banana bread (350°)Scalloped potatoes (350°)3 loaves of bread, white, medium wheat, dark wheat (425° oven, internal to 180°)Sweet potatoes with toasted pecan topping. (stovetop +450° in the oven for toasting).

If I start by 10:00 it should all be done by 4:00 which gives me time to clean up, pack up, and get to the house.

I mean, if you want a soup recipe, this one has been feeding my family for 100+ years. Great grandma Hulda brought it from the old country, taught grandma Joan and auntie Sandra. Grandma Joan taught me. I'm the last one making it, though boy, everyone loves eating it!

Caution: As with all old recipes, makes a metric fuckton of soup. Don't do this if it's only 1-2 people.

Ingredients2 Cups of flour (250g)1/2 Teaspoon salt1 Teaspoon baking powder2 Eggs whipped to a froth added to 1/2 to 3/4 of a cup of warm water (118 to 177ml)4 Potatoes1 Onion1 1/2 Pounds (24 oz., 680g) of beef sausage (also called German Summer Sausage)2 to 3 Tablespoons of butter, lightly mixed with a little flour1/2 Quart (2 cups, 473ml) of milk1 Sterile pair of scissors

Chop the potatoes and onion into bite size pieces. Put them in a pot and pour in enough water to not only cover them all completely but to cover them to a depth of 4 inches (10cm). Bring to a boil and cook for an additional 15 minutes.

While the potatoes and onion are cooking add the water and eggs to the flour, salt and baking powder and mix in a bowl. Knead the dough repeatedly until it is completely smooth with no lumps, rough spots or wet spots.

When the dough is ready, break off strips and roll them between your hands until they are about 1/4 of an inch (6mm) thick (slightly smaller than a bread-stick).

Cut the summer sausage into bite size pieces. You may flour the knife as needed to keep the meat from sticking to it. Easier if you remove the skin first.

By now the potato and onion mix should be well cooked and it is time to add the dumplings and sausage to the mix.

The preferred method of adding the dumpings is to use the sterilized pair of scissors, hold the strip of dough above the pot and snip the dumpings straight into the pot (watch out for backsplash!)

If you don't have a sterile pair of scissors you can cut them manually with a knife and add them to the pot with the meat.

IMPORTANT! Dumplings will swell to 3 times their cut size as they cook!

Make

them

SMALL!

Stir well and cook for another 30 to 45 minutes or until the dumplings are well boiled. Be careful at this stage because it is likely the pot will boil over if the temperature is too high.

If you place a wooden spoon across the top of the pot, that can help limit boil over.

(In grandma Joans 70 year old cookpot)

At this point the soup may seem too thin. Add the butter and flour mixture as well as the milk as thickening agents and cook 10 to 15 minutes more if needed to thicken the broth.

Refrigerate any leftovers and re-heat like any other soup.

Grand-dad alway put vineagar in his, but you do you! 😉

Oh, I already know about Gein, I didn't need to watch the show. 😉