Greetings from the Lone Star State, where it’s cold and rainy (in Dallas).
Because of pre-travel, travel, meetings, etc., I am unable to provide you with the usual searing insight into the human condition, just links:
That’s all for now, y’all, me and Mitt gonna go out and lasso us up some grits, and ride one of those mechanical bulldogs at a tonky honk bar, hope none of those cow pokes bother us none, or we may engage in fistacuffs.
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