A yellow flag has been called on the running play through the center just because they can. 15 yard penalty setback. We're now on our own 10.
I'm actually not being cynical in my post. I see a lot of people using sensational claims every day that have no basis in reality. We have won some battles but we are still in a war for our lives against the demons that be.
I have great hope but if part of the team (as it were) runs around making the goalpost sign thingie with their arms to celebrate while we still have 75 yards to go, the playing field is uneven, the refs are crooked and biased and half the crowd is against us and most of the other half sleeping at the wheel, and the players are tackling each other we might not have reason to celebrate yet.
A yellow flag call does match the plethora of activist judges who are blocking Trump's deportation efforts. With the supreme court ruling we have regained possession of the ball. I would not feel we are past the 50 yard line until the whole swath of 20 million fighting age illegals are returned to their home country. Or sent to Davey Jones' locker.
Oh, we're in the 3rd quarter and the score is 88-17 in favor of the opponent. Many points must be piled on quickly.
Ketchup passed. Including also a jar of homemade ketchup - catsup, as we spelled it back in the day - made from tomatoes, brown sugar, molasses, and salt. It's halfway to barbecue sauce.
Things look dire for our side despite the refs getting shut down by higher ups. Maybe the military is the only way, so let's call in Pershing's Own and have them play the National Anthem. With our opponents kneeling in protest we will have the run of the field. It's crazy enough that it just might work. Plus that's really all I could think of just now.
Catsup! I remember seeing CATSUP on the label when I was a wee lad and asking my dad what was the difference between it and ketchup. None really, I found out. That homemade stuff sounds really good too.
A yellow flag has been called on the running play through the center just because they can. 15 yard penalty setback. We're now on our own 10.
I'm actually not being cynical in my post. I see a lot of people using sensational claims every day that have no basis in reality. We have won some battles but we are still in a war for our lives against the demons that be.
I have great hope but if part of the team (as it were) runs around making the goalpost sign thingie with their arms to celebrate while we still have 75 yards to go, the playing field is uneven, the refs are crooked and biased and half the crowd is against us and most of the other half sleeping at the wheel, and the players are tackling each other we might not have reason to celebrate yet.
Pass the ketchup please.
A yellow flag call does match the plethora of activist judges who are blocking Trump's deportation efforts. With the supreme court ruling we have regained possession of the ball. I would not feel we are past the 50 yard line until the whole swath of 20 million fighting age illegals are returned to their home country. Or sent to Davey Jones' locker.
Oh, we're in the 3rd quarter and the score is 88-17 in favor of the opponent. Many points must be piled on quickly.
Ketchup passed. Including also a jar of homemade ketchup - catsup, as we spelled it back in the day - made from tomatoes, brown sugar, molasses, and salt. It's halfway to barbecue sauce.
Things look dire for our side despite the refs getting shut down by higher ups. Maybe the military is the only way, so let's call in Pershing's Own and have them play the National Anthem. With our opponents kneeling in protest we will have the run of the field. It's crazy enough that it just might work. Plus that's really all I could think of just now.
Catsup! I remember seeing CATSUP on the label when I was a wee lad and asking my dad what was the difference between it and ketchup. None really, I found out. That homemade stuff sounds really good too.
๐Whole paragraph, same here, except I asked my Mom in the grocery store!
And I've been seriously tempted to make the homemade stuff! ๐