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Good. I'll hold you to that as best I can.

If the economic factors were down, you'd be touting them as surefire signs of DOOOOOOM! Since they're not, you look for something else you can tout as a surefire sign of DOOOOOOM! And nothing's ever a problem that needs to be addresses. It's all evidence of inevitable, unstoppable DOOOOOOM...

Dementia Donny's a businessman, and ya just know he'll be great for the economy!

If he had as much money as he has mouth, he'd make Elon Schmuck look like a street beggar.

Not as adorable as how you think (if I can dignify your knee-jerk whining with that term) that someone who presents a datum has nothing else to present.

Well, tariffs just fell. All in all can only fall With a crashing but meaningless blow --Bob Dylan

Carl Dean, aged 82. Dolly Parton's devoted husband since 1966.

Horse shit. Where is the highest consumption of so-called "ultraprocessed" food? In all the countries anybody'd want to live in, that's where. All the people in countries where Sally Struthers wails "Won't you please HELP?" eat all-natural stuff.

Rope's cheaper.

I got a fingernail clipper! According to the aviation authorities, they're the same thing! But, yes, we hates them forever, precioussss!

Oh, right. This is one of those Italian "Domani!" things. Old GI story. Gal living in an off-base apartment, what we called "on the economy." Kept asking her landlord to make basic repairs and maintenance. He'd always say "Domani!" She told me "The Italian-English dictionary told me that...

And the Dow Jones dropped 650 points. Thanks, "businessman" Dementia Donny!

I remember when he scaled the fence at the Gdansk shipyards. I was pretty close at the time (West Berlin). Dementia Donny can't scale the side of a sand trap.

Not elegant, but a LOT of fun!

Oh. I see the problem now. You don't know the difference between a power plant and a warhead.

For everybody but you.

Or whether he gets distracted because a late-night comedian makes fun of him.

Jin's the one wailing about it. I'm just the pity party host.

What, three minutes? Big deal.