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All the best, Champ!

Even his fellow coaching professionals think he's a monumental prick.

Yes, this idea that you'll be free to sail the seven seas, trading with all and sundry, is laughable. Revamped NAFTA has Canada notifying the US, well in advance, of even the intention of negotiating trade deals with "non-market" countries--ie China. https://www.cbc.ca/news/opinion/canada-usmca-1.4845494 There is no free trade.

Dem Bones

As someone who suffered from high blood pressure, without any obvious symptoms, I can appreciate the benefit of detecting potential problems.

Don't they have some sort of heart monitor that can take an ECG? The personal version of an airplane black box, in this case.

Dulce Et Decorum Est Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots, But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of gas-shells dropping softly behind. Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! — An ecstasy of fumbling Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time, But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime. — Dim through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning. In all my dreams before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, — My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.* *It is sweet and proper to die for one's country.

Yeah, it is. No city like it, in my experience.

Manhattan. No end of things to see and do. No guarantees on the snow. Expensive, as well. But an amazing city.

Marx and Lenin, but only just slightly.

They'll ignore sexual assault if it lets them prevent future victims, should they get pregnant, from gaining access to abortion services.

Come on Jose, put Lindelof on. You know you want to.

"Is it a back three, and is Pogba in that three?"

It's Lump!

Smalling isn't too far behind (or ahead of) him. Woeful.