Caveira

How many female prime ministers have Canada had and when was the last one. Why weren’t there more since then?

And cinnamon role is paying his debts and is a newly converted Iowa fan.

I don’t believe for one second you were there.

How many of the psu faithful griped last year around NCAAs. If I remember Cstar defaulted twice at big 10s and people couldn’t fathom that he carried those losses. They couldn’t fathom they should be counted as losses. They cried he should be the #1 seed. Were you one of those psu faithful? I don’t remember honestly.

Final scene Scene 3: The Hero Arrives (The military bunker is in chaos. Alarms are blaring, the radar screen is flashing non-stop, and Kamala is spinning her globe again while Joe stares at a blank piece of paper as if it holds the answers to life’s mysteries. Suddenly, the door slams open, and in strides DJT, larger than life and brimming with confidence. His wildly bad blond hair flutters dramatically, despite the absence of wind.) Joe: (squinting) Who’s that? Is that... Elvis? Kamala: (cackling) Joe, that’s not Elvis. That’s DJT. Remember? The guy who tried to sell the Pentagon as a golf course? DJT: (booming voice) That’s right! DJT is here, folks. The greatest. The best. Better than anyone else. Better than you, Joe. Better than Kamalama Ding Dong over there. Kamala: (snorting) Kamalama what now? DJT: Kamalama Ding Dong. That’s your name, right? Or is it Cackles McDrinkypants? Either way, you’re welcome. I’m here to save the day. pauses dramatically, pointing at Joe Silly Joe, tricks are for kids! Joe: (confused) Tricks? What tricks? You got ice cream? DJT: No, Joe, I don’t have ice cream. I have solutions. Big solutions. The best solutions. I’m here to make America drone-free again. That’s right, MADFA, baby. Write it down. Put it on a hat. Kamala: (laughing uncontrollably) Mad... what? Did you just say mad fa? DJT: (ignoring her) Let’s cut to the chase. Where are these drones? Are they Iranian? Chinese? Maybe Canadian? You know those Canadians are sneaky with their maple syrup. BLAMO! I’m calling it right now. DJT knows best. (He marches over to the radar screen, dramatically pointing at the flashing dots.) DJT: (leaning in, whispering loudly) Look at these drones. Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. They think they’re so tough, flying around. I could fly better than them when I was 12, and I didn’t even have wings. Joe: (tilting his head) Wings? You... you don’t have wings? DJT: No, Joe. Focus. The drones. I’m going to destroy them. You know why? Because I’m the best. Nobody takes out drones like me. You can ask anyone. Kamala: (smirking) Oh yeah? What’s the plan, Blondie? Throw your hair at them? DJT: (grinning) Funny, Kamalama, real funny. No, I’ve got something better. Watch and learn. (DJT pulls a large red button out of his pocket. It’s labeled “BLAMO Button – World’s Greatest.”) Joe: (alarmed) Whoa, whoa, whoa! What’s that? Is that safe? DJT: Safe? Joe, this is the safest unsafe thing you’ve ever seen. It’s called the BLAMO Button. Patent pending. I press this, and BOOM! No more drones. No more nonsense. No more waiting around for you two to figure out where Iran is. Kamala: (trying not to laugh) Is that... is that even legal? DJT: Legal? Legal? Kamalama, when you’re the best, everything you do is legal. That’s how it works. Now stand back. I’m about to save the world. (With a flourish, DJT slams the BLAMO Button. The room shakes, the alarms stop, and the radar screen clears. The drones are gone.) Joe: (blinking in confusion) Did you... did you just win? DJT: (puffing out his chest) Of course I won, Joe. DJT doesn’t lose. I’m the best. You should be thanking me. No, wait, the world should be thanking me. BLAMO! Problem solved. Kamala: (shaking her head, laughing) I don’t believe it. He actually did it. DJT: (pointing at her) That’s right, Kamalama Ding Dong. You better believe it. And next time, try not to fall out of any coconut trees, alright? (Joe and Kamala stare as DJT strides dramatically toward the door, pausing to turn back.) DJT: One more thing. Write this down, Joe. MADFA. Make. America. Drone-Free. Again. You’re welcome. (He exits, hair bouncing triumphantly as the room falls silent.) Joe: (after a long pause) So... does this mean we’re having tacos for dinner? Kamala: (bursting into laughter) Oh, Joe... never change. (The scene fades to black.)

Scene 2. Drone attack Scene: Military Bunker, Later That Day (The atmosphere in the bunker is tenser now. An alert blares faintly in the background as Joe and Kamala stand near a radar screen, which is flashing ominously. KJP, wearing a blazer and holding a notepad, leans on the table, looking bored.) Joe: (staring at the radar) Alright, c’mon, man, what’s this blinking thing? Are we under attack? Are those UFOs? Or—what do you call them—UAPs now? Kamala: (squinting at the screen) They’re drones, Joe. Little flying thingies. Like birds but with Wi-Fi. Joe: (shaking his head) I don’t trust drones. You ever see one up close? I looked one in the eye once. Dead inside. No soul. Just like that time I met... trails off ...never mind. Kamala: (cackling) Oh, Joe, maybe it’s Iran! Or maybe it’s... dramatic pause ...the squirrels. You know they’ve been acting suspicious lately. Joe: (seriously now) Squirrels? Don’t joke about that. Back in ’89, a squirrel chewed through the wires on Air Force Two. Had to parachute out. True story. (KJP clears her throat loudly, snapping them out of their rambling.) KJP: (deadpan) Are we seriously going to ignore the fact that these drones might be from Iran? Joe: (blinking) Iran? C’mon, man. Where’s that? I thought that was near Kansas. Kamala: (laughing uncontrollably) Joe! Iran isn’t near Kansas! It’s... uh... it’s near... looks blankly at the globe and spins it ...the ocean. Somewhere over here. KJP: (exasperated) You’re both making this up as you go. Look, I’m here to brief the press, not explain geography to you. Joe: (nodding sagely) That’s why you’re here, KJP. You’re the professional. You tell the people the truth. KJP: (grinning mischievously) Oh, I tell them something, alright. Watch this. (KJP walks to a small podium at the edge of the bunker. A group of reporters waits anxiously, holding microphones.) Reporter 1: KJP, are the drones from Iran or not? KJP: (flipping through her notepad) Look, as I’ve said before, this administration takes drone-related questions very seriously. Reporter 2: But are they Iranian? KJP: (pausing theatrically) That’s a great question. And, as you know, we are working hard to answer that question... by asking more questions. Reporter 3: What does that mean? KJP: (smiling brightly) It means I’m not answering that question right now. (Meanwhile, Joe and Kamala whisper in the background, staring at the radar.) Joe: (whispering) You think she knows where Iran is? Kamala: (giggling) I think she knows what tequila tastes like. Want me to ask her? Joe: (waves her off) Nah, c’mon, man, I’m serious. We gotta figure this out. You think these drones are from that big boat? What do you call it? Mother’s ship? Kamala: (snorting) Mother ship, Joe. Not mother’s ship. What are you, five? Joe: (ignoring her) Either way, we gotta act fast. Call the Navy. Or the Coast Guard. Or the... uh... Boy Scouts. Somebody’s gotta handle this. KJP: (yelling from the podium) And with that, folks, I think I’ve answered your question in the clearest way possible: we don’t know where the drones are from, but we’re sure they’re from somewhere. (The reporters groan as KJP steps away, triumphant.) Joe: (calling to her) Great job, KJP! You really nailed it. Now, any chance you’ve got some ice cream in that notepad of yours? Kamala: (wiping tears from laughing) Or a map? Preferably one with Iran on it. (The alert continues to blare as everyone looks at each other, utterly clueless.)

Scene: Military Bunker (The dimly lit room hums with the sound of machinery. Joe and Kamala are seated at a large strategy table covered in maps, half-eaten snacks, and an empty bottle of tequila. Joe wears a military jacket two sizes too big, and Kamala is spinning a globe like it’s her personal toy.) Joe: (squinting at the map) Alright, alright, c’mon, man! What’s the situation here? Where’s the enemy? Is it… points to Hawaii ...there? Or is it... points to Alaska ...the other Hawaii? Kamala: (snorting mid-swig of tequila) Joe, Alaska’s not a second Hawaii. You’ve been saying that since 1985! Joe: (confused) Don’t—don’t start with me, Kammy. I’ve been to all 52 states, and I know what I’m talking about. Kamala: (cackling loudly) Fifty-two! Fifty-two! Oh, Joe, you crack me up. Like when I fell out of that coconut tree in Barbados last year! You ever fall out of a coconut tree? Don’t do it. It’s a bad idea. Joe: (stares at her, then back at the map) Coconut trees? Barbados? C’mon, man, focus! We’re in DEFCON 4! Kamala: (leaning back, waving the tequila bottle) Joe, nobody even knows what DEFCON means. It’s like a fancy word for “we’re in trouble.” Just like I am every time I laugh at one of your speeches. Joe: (serious, pointing at her) Hey! You don’t laugh. I’m serious, not a joke. pauses Wait, what were we talking about? Kamala: (bursts out laughing again) You were solving the DEFCON coconut problem, remember? Joe: (mutters to himself, then loudly) You know what? Forget it. Listen, I’m gonna say something real important right now. If you don’t know where to vote... pauses dramatically ...don’t vote for me if you ain’t black. Kamala: (spits out her drink laughing) Joe! This is a military bunker, not a campaign rally! Joe: (completely ignoring her) I mean it. Folks gotta vote. You think George Washington won the Battle of Taco Bell without votes? No, sir. Kamala: (wide-eyed) Joe... Taco Bell isn’t a battle. It’s a place. Where you get tacos. For like, a dollar. Joe: (leaning back, triumphant) Yeah, well, I like tacos. And I like ice cream. You got any ice cream? Kamala: (rolling her eyes and spinning the globe again) No ice cream, but there’s a good chance I’ll spin this globe and declare war on Fiji for fun. Joe: (grinning now) Fiji’s good. They got water, right? Hydration’s important. That’s what I tell the troops. Kamala: (snickers and raises her glass) To hydration! And coconut trees! (They clink an imaginary glass and continue to argue over which state is the “other Hawaii.”)

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I’ll play devils advocate. They pentagon and or dod doesn’t need to be honest with us all the time (immediately) about this do they? We don’t know someone hasn’t shot one down and knows exactly where it came from. That’s plausible no? Just because Joe doesn’t know cows say moooooo…. That doesn’t mean everyone in the gov has gone to crap right ???

There were / are rumors (prolly unfounded) he was going to be testifying against a lot of the insider trading whackos like pelosi and company.

Remember those weird weather Baloon things ? That was crazy lol

I got caught with similar comment before. Don’t know when they changed it. I prefer the going into the tourney record fwiw.

Your argument is so weak it really doesn’t even justify an answer. You actually just trying to troll imo.

Ok. Whatever man. He ducked. Move on. He’s also talented too. So what. somehow your not a psu fan. I barely / don’t believe that fwiw.

It’s pretty obvious he did.

As they say in poker. You can’t lose what you don’t put in the middle. every 3 timer. That isn’t a 4 timer proves that you can’t say cause they’re super good They can’t duck. You can’t use a moniker like a 4x champ because they weren’t a 4x champ till they won their 4th. It’s a nonsense argument imo that fear needs to be a part of it. maybe they (psu) don’t want their decent competition to get more than one crack at them to come up with a better strategy of what works well vs what didn’t…. Which is a form of ducking…. Psu seems to sit favorites more than underdogs for possibly this precise reason. Kirk v cass. Rby v desanto come to mind who thought the 1980 USA hockey team would beat Russia after losing like 50-0 a few weeks prior or whatever that was.

I guess why wrestle the matches then. The premise that the higher ranked dude can’t duck is like saying you can’t be racist if you’re a minority. the argument is silly imo.

Who cares who started the thread. In theory only thing is did he duck. I think he did. I know psu fans think he didn’t. and it goes round and round. Life as we know it at the water cooler.

No I’m using a Cstar ducked Griffith thread. Which Cstar did. He was healthy. He was in the building and he didn’t go. And then he talked shyte after.

So don’t wrestle any marquee matches until NCAAs. That will surely help grow the sport. Modern ducking is my opinion. That opinion won’t change. You make the 660 mile trip to and from Michigan to not duck Griffith because you weren’t scared. Ok Makes no sense to me but ok. You’re welcome to your opinion. That’s fine

I’ve heard the argument before. Yes it’s a duck. Psu fans repeated that argument ad nauseam in that thread. The fact that you’re better and don’t wrestle “good:great” competition is a duck. Psu fans don’t agree because psu can do no wrong. brooks ducked beard too. Y’all will make the same argument so save it. this is what I meant by psu modernized / normalized ducking. I mean if you always have the best team. And your version of a duck is my guy is better than your guy therefore it’s not a duck. You’ve cornered the market on ducking and keeping your match count down for NCAAs. I think I put a chart out some time ago showing psu consistently has less matches going into NCAAs vs the rest of the top 10 year in and year out.

Probably not. It’s been discussed at length in the past and too lazy to look for it. There are ducking threads annually the last 2:3:4:5 years.

On point brother. Americans first?

the radical left Ds looking introspectively into how to change their strategy to win in the future. Ha. PSyche. Nope It’s the medias fault https://thehill.com/homenews/media/5030190-clinton-blames-media-email-scandal/amp/