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The price on all imported goods should have gone up immediately after the Tantrum of the Opera imposed the tariffs. However, big retailers like Walmart have warehouses all over the country loaded with stock that did not have tariffs when they came into the country.

It took a while to deplete all of that cheaper stock. Anyone who shops regularly at Walmart got lulled into thinking the tariffs were paid by the other countries because 1) the prices did not go up right after President Piggy announced the new tariffs, and 2) Piggy kept insisting that American consumers do NOT pay the tariffs (they DO).

So, when the cheaper stock finally thinned out and the tariffed goods showed up on Walmart shelves, those consumers who had believed King Con got a shock.

As for your assumption that Walmart would ‘eat the tariffs for years’ wow, how naive can one person be? That is not how business works.

  • You import a T.V. from China that costs your business, $150.
  • You sell it for #175. You make a profit.
  • Suddenly, the same T.V. from China costs $202 (a 35% tariff that you have to pay is included).
  • Now you charge $230. You make roughly the same profit.

Increases in business costs are always passed along to the consumer.

What nutjob told you that Walmart would eat the tariffs for years? Let me guess- was it this guy?

Thought so!

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The Most STUPID Ways Karens Died

In Japan it’s a collapse.

In China it’s an engineering success.

Japan wanted people to have children, and is failing.

China wanted people to not have children, practiced forced abortions and sterilization, and got what it wanted. It has now realised what it wanted in the 80s and 90s is not what it wants now, and is now starting to try to reverse the trend, but the jury is still out.

It’s too early to tell if both are irreversible, as both have yet to open its borders to immigration, and there are loooooots of Russians, Southeastern Asians, South Asians, Central Asians and Africans who want to migrate to Japan or China.

And in the case of China, the CCP has yet to practice the same kind of political pressure for people to have children, like what it did to stop people from having too many. It’s taking baby steps though, like building more kindergartens for the military families and recommending officials to have three children promising promotion, but in general the methods so far have been very soft and light. If the government really wanted people to have more children in China, it can. But a drop in overall population is probably still what thr government wants.

Oh yeah. If you jump long enough, you’ll get a reserve ride. And reserve parachutes are designed to be conservative with FAST opening. They are typically 7 cells while a typical main is 9 cells.

Here’s a 7 cell parachute.

Here’s a 9 cell main canopy.

But going to your reserve isn’t a guarantee that you will live.

Seth was a friend and was skydiving as the jumpmaster in a tandem at Skydance in Northern California. Skydance was (and presumably still is), a first class DZ, (I haven’t jumped there in years). They did things RIGHT. But on this jump something went wrong.

The pilot chute got snagged on something in the airplane as he and the girl that was strapped to him exited the plane. It partially pulled out the line from the pilot chute leading to a horseshoe malfunction meaning the main parachute didn’t open. When he deployed the reserve, it barberpoled around the main thus neither opened and both were killed maybe 50 yards from the office and LZ. We had a memorial skydive for him the next day.

However, my early mentor, Dave B, an ex Navy SEAL, was testing a new wingsuit that somehow got tangled when he deployed his main. He said it was such a mess, he had no hope of the reserve actually getting clear and functioning. He knew it was pointless but he told me “My last thought was Why didn’t Dave do everything he could to save himself?” So knowing it was not going to save him, he figured he might as well so he wouldn’t be accused of quitting, he deployed his reserve and miracle of miracles, IT WORKED!! But it deployed so low his landing options were limited. He was in Eloy, Arizona and ended up landing next to the highway. He touched down just as a semi went blasting by, he was dragged down the road into some cactus and earning some road rash.

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The man in the middle photo is François-Henri Pinault.

Mr. Pinault is worth a staggering 25(!) billion euros. He’s one of the richest people in the world. In 2006, Pinault had a son with super model Linda Evangelista, on his right. And in 2007, just 11 months later, Pinault had a daughter with Salma Hayek, the lady on his left.

Now I’m not saying Pinault is some horrible looking ogre of a man. But he does appear to be remarkably average in his physical appearance. He is not strikingly handsome, he is not particularly tall or over-the-top charismatic and he is balding and fairly out of shape…

Would François-Henri Pinault have been able to impregnate two of the world’s most celebrated beauties if he had not been a billionaire? I very much doubt it. And I’m not saying it never happens. But it almost never does…

Name me one man who impregnated a world renowned super model and a famous Hollywood actress less than a year apart who wasn’t rich. Just one man. I’ll wait.

Viga Boland

Creative Nonfiction Funny

**The Banters are back and Martha’s not happy about that eclipse!**Martha, is something wrong? You seem really out of it tonight. Did I upset you in some way that I don’t know about?No, Matthew. It’s not you…Phew. Glad to hear that. It usually is me. Well, since I’m lousy at reading minds, especially yours, what’s up?Oh I’m just BROMO today.BROMO? You need a Bromo? I’m not sure we have any. Want me to check?No Matthew. You’re thinking of Bromo Seltzer and it hasn’t been available in the US since 1975 because one of the ingredients was considered poisonous. I did read that it’s still available here in Canada but I haven’t bought it in years.Oh, ok then. So why did you mention it?I didn’t! I just said I’m BROMO today.

English, please?

Well it’s an acronym like FOMO.

FOMO?

Oh get with it, Matthew! Bonnie always tells me I’m a FOMO. FOMO’s suffer from fear of missing out. So today, after all the kaffuffle and brouhaha leading up the eclipse, after reading that over a million people were going to Niagara Falls to watch this phenomenal event, that Ontario schools were closed for the event, and that one Australian psychologist was flying to Texas in hopes of watching her 14th eclipse, because it’s such “an immersive and emotional experience” yadda, yadda, yadda, I decided to make sure I didn’t miss out on anything happening, like Armageddon, or a bear biting the sun, or a dragon swallowing it, or any of the many myths that have been spun about eclipses over the centuries.

Well they’re just myths, right? You didn’t really expect to see anything like that, did you? So you can’t be upset because nothing like any of that happened, right?

No. Of course not. You know me: I’m too rooted in reality to believe in stuff like that, but I’m still BROMO!

BROMO, not FOMO?

Yes. It’s my acronym for Bummed, Ripped Off, Missed Out…because nothing happened!

Well, the eclipse did happen, Martha. We didn’t miss it. We were both outside for at least 15 minutes before and after. You were lying back on the patio chair with the safety glasses Joe gave us with your face looking straight up. I even took a photo of you for the record books. At one point, you yelled “Hey, I can see something happening” and you got all excited. You even handed me the glasses for a minute so I could see what you were seeing. You were so excited, you ran back inside to grab your iPhone, then tripped on the step and put your hand through the screen I had just repaired…

Yes, I know all that and I’m sorry about the screen, but when I got back outside, what happened? Clouds moved across that tiny blue gap overhead and I saw sweet nothing. I couldn’t even find a silvery speck! Nothing but clouds! Did the birds stop singing? Was there an eerie silence? Did Duffy run around in circles, bark or act weird? No, even he wasn’t impressed. He just sat on the patio looking at me yelling and acting weird.

Just being your usual self, right? <laughing>

That’s not nice, Matthew. But come on. Even you must be a bit bummed. For two days you were playing around with your cameras, experimenting with settings, making sure you could get something memorable. Hell, even though Bonnie and Addie weren’t in our area, they got better pictures on their smartphones than you did on your SLR. Not to mention that amateur woman photographer in the US who got that killer shot of a plane zooming away, as if it were coming out of the eclipse itself. That’s a photo that will make eclipse archives! If only you had taken it…!

Well I didn’t. That was just good luck for her, bad luck for me.

Oh, how can you be so blase about it? Yeah, I know. We were just in the wrong place at the right time. Man, it didn’t even get particularly dark here. Must admit that it did get chillier though. And then, watching the news tonight, listening to all the crowds yelling and cheering…and that one woman saying how it was such a mystical experience “feeling one with the universe”. Like, I really would love, for once in my life, to experience something mystical or divine…

Aw I don’t know about you, Martha but I thought the birth of each of our children was a rather divine event. No eclipse compares to that.

Oh, of course Matthew. But birth is a real, natural event.

So is an eclipse.

Aw gees, Matthew, humour me. Heck, just for once before I leave this earth, I’d love to experience something that isn’t, well, “normal”, “everyday”. It’d be awesome to experience something surreal, miraculous. Know what I mean? Like I’ve never seen a ghost, or an angel…or…a total eclipse of the sun! No wonder so many myths abound. I think people everywhere are looking for miracles, especially these days. You know, I read the Australian Aborigines believed the sun and moon were a man and woman in love, so the eclipse darkened the world to give them some privacy. Isn’t that just the sweetest idea?

Yes it is, but from what I’ve read, and if it’ll make you feel any better, most past civilizations didn’t associate eclipses with good things. Quite the opposite actually. I heard that in 2009, a financial analyst stated that stock prices tend to fall on eclipse days.

Really? Interesting. So, I suppose I shouldn’t be upset for missing out. By the way, do you know what the North American Chippewa Indians used to do to try to stop an eclipse? They shot flaming arrows into the sky to rekindle the sun. And now, when I think of it, if I had lived way back and was a member of the Aztec tribe, who worshipped the sun, I might have been offered up as a human sacrifice to stop the eclipse. Guess I’m lucky to be living now instead of then, even if I didn’t get to see a wondrous eclipse.

See, there you go. Feeling better now?

Well, a little bit. It’s just that this was my last chance to see an eclipse since they say we won’t see this in our neck of the woods for another 120 years. Unless they can freeze me alive and revive me in time, I won’t be around in 120 years. And with my luck, it’d be all clouded over then too! Now that’d be a double BROMO!

Oh Martha. You’re hilarious. Well, at least you did say that reading all that brouhaha leading up to today was a refreshing change from the regular news that dominates the headlines, like the Ukraine/Russian war, Israel and Gaza. And I have to say that at least, for one week, you were so obsessed with the pending eclipse you didn’t talk my ear off with the latest news about Donald Trump! That was heavenly.

Oh, speaking of Trump, you just reminded me. I absolutely have to show you a video about Trump and the eclipse that was posted on his Truth Social site. It showed Trump’s profile silhouetted against the sun, like eclipsed? Give me a minute. You’ve got to see it. You’re gonna freak! Let me see if I can find it in my history…

Martha, any chance I can take a pass on that? It’s been so quiet around here while you’ve been reading all the eclipse stories instead of Trump headlines. And a quiet Martha is, well…forgive me for saying so…even more impressive than an eclipse!

I was struggling with a similar problem one day. I had bought a few “256GB” USB drives, and for some reason they wouldn’t format correctly. Finally I walked away from the laptop for a few minutes, leaving it on the couch. My then 2 year old daughter decided to play with the laptop, and by picking it up on the opposite side from where the USB drive was plugged in managed to apply significant enough force to break it open. Thankfully only the USB drive broke and not the laptop itself.

Here’s what I saw inside. See anything wrong in this picture?

Turns out inside that “256GB” USB drive was only an 8GB storage device, clearly labeled. The control chip had been hacked to make it show as 256, but it certainly was not.

I complained to the marketplace where I had bought the USB drive, showing them the picture of what was inside, and they gave me a full refund. I didn’t even have to send the counterfeit USB drives back.

Unfortunately I don’t know of any way to fix the control chip to make it show the actual maximum amount of storage.

edit:
Someone said that I should just reformat it. Simply reformatting the drive will still show the drive as 256GB (249GB actually). I can make an 8GB partition on the drive, but without filling up that partition I don’t know if data placed in it will become corrupted or not.

Second edit: So far no issues working with the 8GB partition.

Barbecued Beef Sandwiches

Yield: 40 to 50 servings

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Ingredients

  • 2 beef briskets, trimmed (about 12 pounds)
  • 6 cups barbecue sauce
  • 3 cups diced onions
  • 2 cups water
  • 40 to 50 hamburger buns

Instructions

  1. Place meat in a large cooking bag.
  2. Combine sauce, onions and water; pour over meat.
  3. Bake at 325 degrees F for 4 to 4 1/2 hours or until fork tender.
  4. Remove meat from juices; cool. Skim fat from juices. Thinly slice meat; return to pan and heat in juice.
  5. Serve on buns.

Here’s a funny story. I grew up on a farm in northern Alberta. Growing up we had access to a multitude of different foods. Some were grown on the farm but the bottom line is that we had access. I’ve always loved pure beef sausage, I used to eat them on homemade bread with cheese Whiz. So now as an adult every once in a while I like to relive my childhood memories with some beef sausage and bread. I’ll dig out the cheese Whiz Zane enjoy. So I went to a Walmart store near me and walked into the meat department. I looked many times for beef sausage. I couldn’t find it. So I asked (what I thought) was an able bodied young man where they kept the beef sausage. He quickly grabbed my arm and we went to another section of the store. I was soon looking for some pork sausage. The young man then told me, after I mentioned that what we were looking at was pork sausage that it was the same thing as beef sausage. Obviously this young man hadn’t grown up on a farm. I politely told him that they weren’t the same thing. That’s when I asked him if he’d ever seen a 2400 pound Big Mac. He looked at me confused. So I told him that I was referring to a cow. He said no. Then I asked him if he’d ever seen a pig. Again he told me no. I told him that there was a world of difference. I just walked away thinking that I didn’t have the heart to tell him where eggs come from

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