In that scenario, we’ve already said goodbye to sadness. Regret, anxiety, self-loathing, and severe-bowel-discomfort just pulled up and are joining the party uninvited.

Go back far enough, and you uncover dishes with wonderful names like Farts of Portingale.

Eh, it depends on circumstances and the people involved. In all cases, the original couple now has a beef, so that’s where we agree.

Where things get subtle is whether or not the other girlfriend here knew that the boyfriend was cheating or not. If that’s established beyond doubt, then yeah, I can see how a confrontation would make sense. It’s still not a good idea though; they’ve demonstrated a skewed moral compass already so that could go poorly and for probably little gain in the end.

Even murkier is how different people practice non-monogamy. Some folks are free to have multiple partners without them ever meeting each other face-to-face. Others prefer to interactively collaborate and vet partners instead. Even then there’s all kinds of variations, agreements, limitations, and so on. Which is to say if someone is up front and vocal about being one of those situations, do you really know that’s true? And, if on that trust you wind up accidentally crossing a boundary with someone, how would anyone parse out the truth?

So, yeah, probably don’t start a beef with the third party just to be safe, unless you’re absolutely, positively, 100% sure that’s not going to blow up on you.

It would be a statement, that’s for sure.

Major problem is that Amtrak has the lowest priority on our rail network. Getting to a campaign rail-stop on time would be almost impossible without greasing some palms. So you’d have to hook up with a cargo rail line or something like that.

Edit: Now, if you had “improve rail transportation” as a major platform plank, showing up late would be a feature, not a bug.

Yet slower, and far less convenient than air travel. Sight-seeing aside, I honestly don’t know who this is for.

Maybe there’s a train-enthusiast club out there that has a small fleet of rail-ready cars?

We tried this though. “C” stopped being an average grade and therefore “okay”, a long time ago.

I get it, but I just can’t get to that place mentally in stop-and-go-bumper-to-bumper traffic for that long. Not even half that long. If that was a nice 50mph cruise the whole time, sure.

I personally hit a wall at 41 minutes of in-car travel time for a daily commute. I’ve timed it. Every second after that feels like a whole level of abnormal waiting, a kind of cold torture or injustice that you must wade through to to your destination. It’s not a healthy headspace at all. I’ve naturally sought out shorter commutes after this revelation, and yeah, the 30 minute estimate seems right.

I have one of those.

It’s labeled “screw it.”

As long as it has a massive IKEA logo embossed (or with filigree) on there somewhere, you have my vote.

Glad you’re okay, Choom.

have no idea why the chargebacks were such a massive deal to the processors.

They don’t have a lot of things to measure when attempting to address fraud, but that’s one of them.

Always has been. There’s a saying, that every chapter of Russian history can be summed up by: “And then it got worse.”

See, this is the part where the stupid just exceeds my capacity to imagine it. You mean to tell me this chucklefuck emigrated his whole family to Russia with ZERO concept of how to socially integrate?

Five years ago, I saw other passengers on a flight turn on the in-flight entertainment screen and immediately bee-line straight to Fox News. For the entire 4 hour flight. And not just one person either. They could have had their pick of all kinds of blockbuster movies and critically-acclaimed TV shows on there, but they preferred to just plug into the hivemind instead.

I can’t even imagine watching any news, propaganda or otherwise, for that long. It was completely unnerving to witness.

So, yes. People really are addicted to the rage bait. Probably more now than back then. And like an addiction it’s fucking their whole lives up, and getting out is not really a consideration.

I mean… I’d try it. I might not like it, but I’ll give it a go.

The ‘/s’ here is silent.

Don’t forget there were a lot of war vets in the mix too, with a good proportion of them that lost comrades in D-day and Market Garden. Mental health, were it tracked like it is today, would have clocked somewhere between “uh-oh” and “abysmal.” Everyone self-medicated with alcohol, more work, and motorcycles… if at all.

Gelatin doesn’t really have a flavor on it’s own though, and I agree that the box-mix stuff is all kind of mid. This is why you make flaming hot and sour jello, instead.

Okay, that’s pretty good.