Allow me to explain American weights and measures. There are several important principles at play. The first thing you have to understand, America is a very big country. Everything here is big. Lots of wide open spaces. Not like Europe or Japan, all small and cramped. Kilometers, centimeters, too small. They probably make sense in small, cramped places like Europe and Japan, but that is not our problem. We also don't know what they are. Liter, what's that? Also small, whatever it is. We use gallons. Bigger. Pounds. Well, we like to pound things. The yard? Well, one's yard is so many yards on each side, the smallest of all possible yards being of course, one yard square. That one is ipso facto logical on its face, no elaboration needed. Meter ... in this country a meter is a device with a dial, for measuring things like waterflow or electricity, what have you. Not itself a unit of measurement. That would confuse things. Numbering things in twelves. Some link that back to Jesus. 12 apostles. How then do you explain the word dozen? No one ever said, the Dozen Apostles. Though the Dirty Dozen immediately resonated with Americans. They were dirty, and there were a dozen of them. Six of one, half a dozen of the other. Are we expected to gut our language to satisfy Europeans. It is also important to understand that the metric system was invented by the French. Hard, fast rule. We do nothing the way the French do. Is that the way the French do it? No, we're not doing that. The metric system was adopted by France during the French Revolution, which was a violent bloody flaming shitshow, during which the French sought to reinvent society. In a distinctly French, which is to say undesirable fashion. The downfall of the British Empire is in fact by no coincidence contemporary with Britain's adoption of ... French measurements. But our adherence to the arcane and obtuse measurement system of our forebears stems from a deeper root. An almost mystical place and love of ancient British traditions that still live within us despite having severed the bonds. During the runup to the Revolutionary War, 250 years ago, the Americans revered the king. Would have been glad to keep him. It was the British government they couldn't stand. They labored under the mistaken belief that George III also loved them and was sympathetic to their cause. He did not and was not. He considered them a rebellious rabble, which they were. So ultimately they ditched the king. But the Americans retained, with their contradictory adoration of all things royal that persists to this day ... that liberal No Kings nonsense notwithstanding ... the system of measurement that is based on the size of the king's dick, which is one foot long. Twelve inches. No king's dick has ever been that long. But are you going to be the one to tell him? This is something most Americans would understand, if they knew. Most don't, but the knowledge is primeval. It's in our cultural DNA. We have among men in America a saying about "measuring dick size." Not that anyone's whipping it out, applying a ruler. It is a metaphor for when men compare, boastfully, their relative manliness or manly accomplishments. So you can see that dick size, metaphorical or otherwise, is like a bulge in the trousers of the American psyche. So yeah, we measure thusly. (They do tend to be bigger over here. Like everything else. FYI Japanese ladies, now enamored of all things big and American) I hope that's helpful.

In fairness, Arabs have proven from Israel to Iraq that they can be more suicidal. Also, with the skills necessary to coerce or trick other people into suicidal actions. That, and adept at tactical rape and child murder. It kind of starts to fall apart after that.

Given the prevalence of incompetent, unqualified people who make shit up in elite institutions, it would be irresponsible not to coddle them. Investigating how Arday’s fraud landed him a seat at one of the world’s premier universities conversely would have a chilling effect, creating a hostile environment and inducing stress for academia’s charlatans, mountebanks, hucksters and snake oil salesmen.

Because corporate policy and practices should reflect the belief systems of crazy violent people.

Key part of the Democratic agenda to control weather. Eliminate dirty fossil fuels. Switch to reliance on clean electricity, which is produced by wall sockets.

Trump to Xi: As you can see, I have very large balls. How big are yours?

Well, it would be more like the interminable industrial-strength lawn mowers and leaf blowers wielded by illegals suddenly went silent around the neighborhood.

Imagine if the media got half that worked up about things that actually matter to Americans.

Americans, however, will continue to refer to gap-toothed sideshow barkers as “Carnies.”

It’s a pre mid-term effort to smear Trump.

Hang on, Europe beats the US hands down for despotism, but US gets beat up? Also, cut the TDS dictatorship fantasies out of the US number and what you’re left with is lefty harassment, cancelling and lawfare.

Another challenge we face is former presidents who put up puppets for third and fourth terms, won’t shut up, and also should be in prison for orchestrating an attempted coup. There’s a bitter clinginess.

Old traditions still honored

Another good take. Trump to Xi: And here you see your bitch’s scalp on my wall.

Keep your enemies close and watch your back among your “closest allies.” Old saying, you know that one.

I don’t believe either “may peace be our future” or planting things reflect the prevalent Palestinian zeitgeist, which tends to trend heavily “river to the sea” and tactical rapism.

Yet they gripe when banned.

Tax exempt status of a lot of “churches” should be examined. Any steepled political organization with lawn signs out front, boom, taxed.

Why do I think our crazy orange president is entirely aware of that. We’ll see. October’s next week.