Stephan Guyenet first clued me into the idea of an electric pressure cooker appliance—it’s like 4 years now. I’ve had a stovetop one forever that I haven’t used in forever. My notion of a pressure cooker is the image of grandma pressure cooking something. Huge pot, and a sort of “puck” of a precise weight that sat atop a vertical tube on the lid. Heavy enough to modulate pressure at the upper end, light enough so the pot wouldn’t become an improvised explosive device.
I used my Fagor stovetop pressure cooker two times in the 6-8 years since I bought it. I’ve used my Instant Pot four times in five days since Amazon Prime got it to me.
It’s tough to describe how much this thing “completes me” in terms of cooking.
I’m still kinda learning the new sort of cook a meal management that this new employee affords me. I’m in the kitchen a lot and usually, a 1-man show. I like it that way because there are two aspects of cooking I love: one is the creation, the imagination. Fucking with a recipe, fucking with six of them and doing a synthesis, or coming up with my own.
But the second personal delight is very sound management of the process, such that all elements come together when they’re supposed to. This separates the boys from the men. The Instant Pot is definitely an asset in that regard, but I’m still working it out. I’m not the sort to do One-Pot dishes very often, so I have to integrate timing with what I’m doing on the stovetop and the oven, and it’s fucking fun.
By the way, tons of Instant Pot application recipes are a Google away. Tons and tons. You know, that modest and private Stephan couldn’t help himself, and after using it 400 times in two years from his first post, he did an update. If you click in now to Amazon, you’ll see about 14,600 reviews. 4.6 stars out of five—astounding. Since I began posting about it on Facebook with food pics, there is only enthusiasm from regular users, and curiosity from those who’ve not yet taken the plunge.
So, would you like me to run through my first three dishes? Of course you would. Would you like pics? Gotcha covered.
The first evening was me alone, and my prime curiosity was: can it do a slow-cooker pot roast in an hour that’s a pleasure more than a pain in the ass to get it right?
I used this recipe. There are three notable things about it. First, it’s a single pot recipe. One pot. The second thing is the searing. It has a sauté function, and so if you have time, you get excellent sear. The third is that you don’t cook the classic potatoes and carrots with it. You remove just the roast, submerge the potatoes, lay the carrots on top. FOUR minutes! 4 minutes. Combine all and serve.
Next, I took what I learned from that first experience and did a dish of my own, no recipe. A pork shoulder with onion and tarragon sauce.
Who would imagine that you can get a pork roast to sweet and pull-apart tender in 45 minutes? I did the mash on stovetop. But—and I did this with the roast, above, as well—strain your dish and run the broth through a fat separator. Put the 3-400 saved, empty calories toward your smoked oyster and sardine budget. The fat adds zero to the flavor and often fucks up texture.
Feel free, then, to thicken the sauce. A tsp and shot cold water slurry of potato or corn starch does the trick, and you use the sauté function in the same pot to do it (I had my oven on keep warm, so the bowl of solids were there—see what I told you about the joy of management?).
…Last night I decided to go off the rails and did Indian Butter Chicken. It’s my favorite Indian chicken dish. In terms of meat curries, it’s the lamb. For seafood, spicy vindaloo.
Don’t forget to rinse and then soak your basmati rice in normal temp water for 20-30 minutes, before doing the cooking process. Indian restaurant secret. I have it on good authority.
I should have made naan, but it’s about a 2-hour process, which defeats the purpose. So, I got some organic pita at the market and brushed them with a combo of melted butter, salt, parsley, and a touch of garlic powder. Then, on a hot cookie sheet in a hot oven, turned halfway.
We did oat groats this morning. 15 minutes. Nutty and chewy.
Karl Seddon, creator and manufacturer of Elixa Probiotic is creating a multi-part educational video series about gut health, designed to be accessible to anyone. Here’s episode 2, and I’ll be posting them as they come available.
Learn more about gut health and dysbiosis today. And if you want to try Elixa Probiotic for yourself, you can order here: ElixaFTA.com.
What’s better than your GREAT grandmother’s clam chowder recipe on a cold, rainy day?
Since it’s been raining and snowing here for a week, virtually non-stop but for a single day’s let up, and promises to continue for another week (It’s close to flooding levels in Reno, Nevada—my hometown—over the hill), I thought it was time for a pot of clam chowder.
Sorry, no picture. You know what the New England version looks like.
I have a lifelong love of clam chowder and am of the opinion that roughly, there’s almost no such thing as a bad one, just that some are way better than others. My chief complaints are: 1) a ridiculous potatoes to clam ratio (clam-flavored potato soup with clam bits), and 2) too thick; or worse, wallpaper paste.
So I made it in under an hour today—having sourced ingredients this morning—right before Beatrice headed back to her place in Bay Area for the week of work, leaving me with the dogs (we fight over who gets them during the week).
Dogs? Did you say dogs?
Here’s how it goes, my mod version. The recipe calls for 1/2 C of rendered salt pork (or bacon), but I don’t want that flavor (that goes in potato soup). It also calls for H & H, but I use whole milk for a slightly soupier consistency and less fat, too.
There are many, many NECC recipes and they are more similar than different. I think what sets this one a bit apart is the heavy amount of clam juice.
1 C chopped onion (tiny cubes)
1 C chopped celery (tiny cubes)
1 C cubed raw potato (tiny cubes)
1/2 C fresh chopped parsley
1 tsp each of garlic powder, salt, and pepper (more added to taste, later)
4 C clam juice
2 C baby clams or chopped clams, drained (4- 6.5 oz cans work)
2 TBS butter
3 TBS flour
3 C whole milk
Drizzle of cooking oil
Get your clam juice in the main cooking pot and get it boiling and reducing to intensify clamish flavor. Reduce by 1/3-ish. At the same time, drizzle cooking oil (you would use the pork fat if included; I use EVOO since it’s not) in a pan and sauté your onions and celery for about 5 minutes or so on med-H. Add those to the clam juice reduction, along with the potatoes and parsley (a half handful of chopped white ends of a bunch of green onions adds a nice touch). Add the seasonings too.
Reduce heat to med-L and let them simmer 20 min as you make a roux of the butter and flour, and slowly add the milk. Sir continuously to light boil. When the roux-milk begins to boil, add to the main pot and bring the whole thing to a boil which should take less than a minute.
Drain your 4 cans of clams. Soon as the pot boils, add the clams. Let it just come back to a boil once again (1-2 min), shut off the heat, add salt and pepper (or even a little garlic powder too) to taste, leaving room for additional seasoning by the bowl. If you were working with raw clams, you would want to lightly sauté them in butter for a minute or two and do the same, from then on. With caned clams, they’re pre-cooked and all you want to do is reheat them. Do not cook. They will get rubbery.
Serve with fresh chopped green ends of your bunch of green onions.
Universal Health Care is most fundamentally a license to live unhealthy with most associated costs being passed off to nameless and anonymous others and not born by yourself or by those with the means to influence you, relieving you of shame, as well. — little ‘ol me
I must say that all this waffling over the pre-existing conditions aspect of the “repeal and replace” debate is utter nonsense.
It would be exactly like being able to buy car “insurance” only after you cause an accident. That is literally, and in every respect, how fucking boneheaded and dishonest this whole load of crap is. Indeed, with that single provision, might as well just have federal single-payer and everyone gets to queue up, undergo triage, and wait just like all those Euro Fucktards are content to do—except the rich ones who fly to America for a procedure.
At least that would save untold billions in admin and the medical billing business make-work scam. Billions on advertising, too—all of which are paid by customers. You’d just know to go to that very ugly building, hat in hand, and stand in line with all the other peons.
If you must deal with pre-existing conditions, then it needs to be something entirely outside the insurance market and indeed, ought to be absolutely bare bones care, such that people who choose to be a Free Rider and not buy insurance, understand that they aren’t going to get Johns Hopkins, but a fully just CubaCare.
…There’s more, here and here. Art de Vany fans might want to click.
1 Shallot, chopped (no need to peel or trim, you’ll be straining)
1 Handful Crimini Mushrooms, chopped
1 TBS Butter
Salt and Pepper
Sauté the shallot and mushrooms in the butter until sweated, 3-5 minutes. Add in your unsalted stock and bring to a boil. Do not use salted stock, as saltiness will intensify as you reduce. Reduce by about half. Strain, and season with salt and pepper to taste. Cover and keep hot without further reducing.
Slice your meat. Here is where preference comes in. You can do thick slices, super thin, or somewhere in the middle.
Get your bread buttered and toasted. The broth will be hot, so no need to time this so that the toasted bread is hot when served.
Here’s where the most important variation comes in, your preference. Especially if you have pristine, pink medium rare prime rib, you might want to pile it up cold and use just the hot broth to make it a hot sandwich. Alternatively, you can add all the meat to your broth, bring it to a boil, then strain once again. This is what we opted for, since it further deepens and intensifies the flavor of the broth that the crusty, toasted sourdough is going to soak up.
Then, once strained, portion out the broth to cups or small bowls, and serve up a fantastic sandwich. Drink up whatever broth you don’t use on the sandwich.
Word today is that another celebrity—likely too rich and personally unaccountable for her own good—bit it way early.
Well, let’s see. If you were an alien just visiting earth right now for the first time, you would understand that the very most important events of 2016 were the deaths of Prince, Bowie, Ali, Wilder, Michael, and Fisher, among a bunch of others.
Are you tired of it, yet, all the obsession and faux sense of loss?
Here’s the thing. Celebrity is hyper-inflated—just like everything else now. The bar is low and ever lower. Think back to the 40s, 50s, 60s…when there were only handfuls of truly celebratory entertainers, by comparison to the apparent tens of thousands that suck all air out of rooms, now.
Kanye? The Kardashians?
There used to be 3 channels on the TV, a few on the radio dial…few enough shows you could have some familiarity with all of them and music was still music. Now, there’s hundreds of channels, thousands of programs, and everyone involved is somehow under the umbrella of “celebrity.”
The whole industry is now the equivalent of “every kid gets a trophy.”
Take a gander at that show Dancing With The Stars, or the segment during the Oscars, where they flash up every member of the Screen Actor’s Guild who died in the last year, and ask yourself: “who the hell are these people, and why should I care?”
Here’s an idea. Stop living so vicariously. You like literature and books? Write a book or a blog or a news journal. You like dance? Take lessons and practice. Learn to play an instrument. Take acting classes. Write a screenplay. Join a church choir. Produce a play and source local talent.
You get the idea.
…Or, nurture memes about how broken you are, then defy them.
Can’t recall when I’ve enjoyed Christmas day as much as yesterday’s. About a dozen of immediate and near-immediate family present at my brother’s house in the hills above Placerville, CA…formerly Hangtown. The home was so packed that it was air-mattress on the floor, for me.
My two brothers and I collaborated on cooking 24 pounds of prime rib low and slow, beginning around 10 am.
To obtain absolute low and slow conditions, we set the grill to its lowest setting—which kept it 130-140 throughout the day while we sat by the fire, sipped whiskey neat and slow, and chatted our heads off.
By about 5pm it was necessary to kick the heat to 250 for a short time, and we took the roasts out at the 120 degree mark. Over the next 45-ish minutes, tented, they got to about 129 internal.
We also made Yorkshire Pudding, now an absolute must for us when enjoying prime rib, and of course, you use the beef tallow-fat drippings. Here’s people praying for the optimal rise out of the puddings.
Karl Seddon, creator and manufacturer of Elixa Probiotic is creating a multi-part educational video series about gut health, designed to be accessible to anyone. Here’s episode 1, and I’ll be posting them as they come available.
Learn more about gut health and dysbiosis today. And if you want to try Elixa Probiotic for yourself, you can order here: ElixaFTA.com.
I have very recently launched Elixa Probiotic V3 after extensive early user trials and feedback. The early results for V3 have been extremely positive and a succinct way to summarize them—for people familiar with Elixa—is that this is an improvement upon both V1 and V2 combined. There were, after all, a few people who responded better to V1 than to V2.
Well now, V3 appears to be superior for both groups that have tried it thus far. Better than V2 for those who responded best to V2, and better than V1 for the smaller portion who preferred V1.
The changes for V3 have been steered by whichever of the V3 trial blends gave superior results, rather than being a prediction. Now that my company has grown, I’m able to afford to produce batches purely for purposes of early trials, which allows me to ‘A/B test’ blends. The final launch version of V3 was the one that performed best after a few iterations of such testing.
The species of bacteria plays a large role in what a prebiotic fiber is broken down into. For example, a beneficial short chain fatty acid versus a not-so-beneficial acetaldehyde.
With the upcoming release of Tribal Prebiotic (which is progressing nicely through a few extended trials I decided to run in order to make sure the launch goes well) many people will be consuming a defined set of prebiotics that I can account for. I have tailored the V3 blend to contain species that I think will work best, with those substrates in mind. The early results from V3 have all come from users who have taken it without Tribal Prebiotic, and there is in no way any requirement to use Tribal alongside Elixa.
The blend change for V3 has also come with a bias towards species that can be produced at a high CFU/gram concentration. ‘CFU’ stands for ‘colony-forming unit’, and 1 CFU means 1 bacterium (minimum).
Certain species are less sensitive to their own metabolic byproducts. When you culture bacteria, a primary objective is to remove their outputs to maintain optimal conditions, such as removing an acid/alkali byproduct to maintain pH.
An analogy: As humans, we exhale air with a higher concentration of CO2 (Carbon Dioxide) and less O2 (Oxygen) than the air we breathe in. If we did this in an air-tight environment, the CO2 would gradually increase and the O2 would decrease until we could not survive on that air any longer. Extracting CO2 and replacing O2 into that contained atmosphere would solve the problem. Recall the ‘duct-tape scene’ in the film Apollo 13.
That’s the same thing with removing byproducts when culturing bacteria. You don’t want them to poison themselves with their own waste. And ideally, you don’t even want them to reduce their conditions from optimal (for proliferation).
The species that are less sensitive to minor fluctuations from optimal conditions can be produced at a higher concentration: i.e., the final lyophilised powder will have more bacteria per gram. Using this fact, I have biased the species selection towards these higher CFU/gram species which has resulted in a higher number of CFUs per capsule. In other words, the dose is now more potent.
Lastly, the actual species themselves have seen a return in numbers of a couple of the Lactobacillus species that I’d previously culled from the V2 blend. This has been based on my growing appreciation for incidence rates of small intestinal involvement in dysbiosis. I have also entirely removed some species which, at this time, I do not think are contributing enough to the overall benefit of the product on a comparative per CFU basis.
“First, I would like to say how much Elixa has helped my husband. For all of the 28 years of our married life, he has only had Type 1 Bristol Stool Chart stools. Also, he has had several colorectal polyps removed during each of the 3 colonoscopies he has had. This is despite having a very “clean” diet. After only one 6 day course of Elixa several months ago, however, all of his stools are now Type 4. We are very impressed with the difference.”— Mrs. K N
“Thank you for going the extra mile with my order.
“I just want you to know that Elixa has been life changing for me. I am 58 years old and have metabolic disorder. This will be the third time this year I’ve done a 24 day course. Each time I recover a new level of health.
“Thanks for an exemplary product!”— Julie F
“I’m still eczema free 1 year later. If I feel a tingle, just do a 6 day. No more supplements needed.
“Could not be more appreciative!
“My results are nothing short of a miracle so I’m happy to help in any way I can. Spread the love.
“I’ve eliminated all other supplements to the tune of $400 a month.”— Stephanie W
“Hi, both my wife and I started Elixa about 120 days ago and have had great results. My wife has had unbelievable results. She has been on 40 mg of Nexium for the past 9 years. In the past she has tried to reduce her dosage of Nexium with horrible results. Since starting Elixa, she reduced her dosage from 40mg to 20mg and 3 weeks ago totally stop taking Nexium with no adverse effects, Needless to say, we are both thrilled with the results we have experienced with Elixa.”— Mr. R
[In a following email from Mrs. R…]
“Hello Karl. My husband [Mr R] wrote you about my ability to wean off Nexium 40 mg/day (2wks & 1 day so far), which I’ve never been able to do. I held off writing you about my results because I wanted to get to 3 months or longer before sharing. Meanwhile, I am thrilled to avoid the daily purple pill & the possible long-term health consequences from taking it. In the past 2 weeks, I have had a little nausea, but I even had occasional nausea when I was on Nexium. Not sure why and am hoping it will go away over time. I will choose to live with a little nausea over taking Nexium.
“Meanwhile, here’s some history. Growing up, I rarely experienced typical GERD/heartburn & didn’t have a stomach ulcer. As a young kid, I thought I was born with really bad allergies, a very sensitive stomach, and fatigue. So, I took lots of allergy meds, antidiarrheals, and then Mucinex in later years for heavy chest congestion & mucous in my throat. In 2007, I got tired of feeling so sick and tired, and was finally diagnosed with the LPR type of Reflux by an Otolaryngologist & then had an upper endoscopy later on. Once I began taking Nexium, I started feeling wonderful & rarely ever had to take allergy, antidiarrheals or Mucinex meds. However, I also significantly adjusted my diet and stopped eating the usual trigger foods like tomatoes, citrus, chocolate, garlic, onions, and limit yogurt (use Lactaid pills) as I’m lactose intolerant. I still drink a touch of coffee but even less so the past couple of weeks because I want to optimize Elixa success.
“With the continuing news of possible bad consequences with long-term use of Nexium, I met with different gastroenterologists over the past few years to try to wean off the PPI. I never succeeded even for a day with reducing Nexium to 20 mgs. The docs didn’t like the surgeries available to fix reflux because they do not seem to be successful long term & may have some bad consequences.
“We tell our family and friends about Elixa if they have any stomach or related problems. I will continue to share my results with you, and am so VERY happy that Elixa exists! Thank you. […]
“I’m enjoying another beautiful day, feeling well, and am so happy to be off that purple pill. Thank you!”— Mrs. Maurine R
“Well it’s a condition called seborrheic dermatitis, an easier term would be dandruff of the skin. I was getting dry painful red patches around my face that were just awful. It wasn’t dry skin so I did more and more research and found that it could be caused by bad bacteria in your gut. So I researched probiotics and heard it could help the condition but the ones at the store just weren’t strong enough. That’s when I came across elixa and how powerful it is along with the great reviews that came with it. So I gave it a shot and after 3 days I noticed a drastic improvement my face was smoother and less red and after the 6 days it was about 80% gone I couldn’t believe it. Now every 3-4 months I take elixa to keep my condition at bay.”— Luke B
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Saw that this morning. Pretty much always that way with me and this blog is pretty clear evidence over the 13 years I’ve been writing it.
…And this is why I haven’t posted hardly at all since the election. I’m generally uninterested, though I poke fun and deride leftists here and there on Facebook as a sort of distraction. But even that’s wearing thin. It’s getting increasingly coolish and short-dayed up here in the mountains—first snow just a couple of weeks ago, 28F on the exterior therm this morning—so I’ve just been doing other stuff. Some days I don’t even check my email.
Just a couple of things to put forth that explain my disdain for the current politics now that an unfavorable, shocking, and “out-of-nowhere” result presented itself to the left.
First it was bussing in rioters in the streets, some paid. Didn’t work.
They threatened Electors in various ways. Didn’t work.
Millions signed petitions. Didn’t work.
They raised millions and millions from duped marks to initiate recounts in several swing states. Didn’t work. In fact, backfired, because Trump ended up with additional votes and the only questionable fraud shows up in heavily D precincts.
Russians “hacked” voting machines. Didn’t work; and no, they didn’t.
Russia “influenced” the election by “hacking” DNC emails. Well, no, they didn’t…it was an inside leak, not an outside hack and Wikileaks asserts Russia is not the source. But even if they had, it would have been a valuable Russian service in exposing the lies, deceit, corruption, and collusion of the Clinton campaign, the DNC, and the Main Pravda Media. Note they are not denying the truthfulness or authenticity of any of the Wikileaks, only the audacity to tell the truth about them.
And now it’s so-called Fake News, euphemism for any truths about Hillary Clinton she doesn’t like.
Here is a short primer for the young protesters. If your preferred candidate loses, there is no need for mass hysteria, canceled midterms, safe spaces, crying rooms or group primal screams. You might understand this better if you had not received participation trophies, undeserved grades to protect your feelings or even if you had a proper understanding of civics. The Democrats are now crying that Hillary had more popular votes. That can be her participation trophy. […]
Here is a final word to my Democratic friends. The election is over. There will not be a do-over. So let me bid farewell to Al Sharpton, Ben Rhodes and the Clintons. Note to Cher, Barbra, Amy Schumer and Lena Dunham: Your plane is waiting. And to Jon Stewart, who talked about moving to another planet: Your spaceship is waiting. To Bruce Springsteen, Jay Z, Beyoncé and Katy Perry, thanks for the free concerts. And finally, to all the foreign countries that contributed to the Clinton Foundation, there will not be a payoff or a rebate.
…And about that 2.8 million “popular vote” deal—scare quotes because there is no such official designation—it’s merely a compilation of the totals of all 50 states and DC. From Investor’s Business Daily:
As we noted in this space earlier, while Clinton’s overall margin looks large and impressive, it is due to Clinton’s huge margin of victory in one state — California — where she got a whopping 4.3 million more votes than Trump.
California is the only state, in fact, where Clinton’s margin of victory was bigger than President Obama’s in 2012 — 61.5% vs. Obama’s 60%.
But California is the exception that proves the true genius of the Electoral College — which was designed to prevent regional candidates from dominating national elections.
From that article linked in the quote:
This data suggests that not only is the Electoral College a valid system given the logic of representative democracy, but that it is, in fact, effective and, given the nature of how totally fucked up California is politically, absolutely essential.
Seriously, the United States sincerely needs protection from Califucktardistan and the Electoral College performed magnificently to do exactly that.
…Ok, now a brief word on the whole vaccination thing I posted first here (13 comments) and then here (115 comments). The more I dug into it, then read more and more of the comments on those posts, the more I felt as though I had time warped back to the 1970s and was reading Josh McDowell’s Evidence That Demands a Verdict all over again, which was all the rage amongst evangelical Christians back then.
At any rate, that killed it for me and I became just as uninterested in the deal as I would be in arguing with various groups of people claiming that seat belts are too risky because they do kill or cripple a small few (same with airbags). There are multitudes of similar examples, all plagued with the same laundry list of logical fallacies that signal you’re dealing with True Believers and it’s really pointless to engage in argument.
You just dismiss them, let them think whatever they like. Let them judge your unwillingness to sanction their bullshit “evidence that demands a verdict” however they like, and move on.
I do not advocate for forced vaccination (just as I am opposed to mandatory seatbelt and motorcycle helmet laws).
Vaccinations do appear to harm some small percentage of people some of the time (just like seatbelts and airbags).
Vaccinations are not 100% effective in 100% of people in preventing an infection anyway (just like bullet-proof vests and flotation-vests).
My opinion in reading through all the various stuff is that while all possible negative anecdotes are hyped to the max, falsified, or just plain fallacious associations (post hoc ergo propter hoc), there is nonetheless some valid criticism in terms of which and how many vaccinations does one really need. In this vein, it’s similar to criticism of over-medication in general. Do your research, use the vaccines and drugs that make sense to use.
OK, one final thing that just crossed the wire this morning, published only four days ago. One of the most common questions I receive here and about, is “what ever happened to Art De Vany?” As many long-timers know, Art was my entry into all things Evolutionary Fitness back in 2008.
I haven’t listened to the whole thing, yet, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy and everyone will get something out of it.
Have a Merry Christmas; Happy and Prosperous New Year.
You would never be able to predict when I’m asleep or awake. Some days, I’ll get my sleep from mid-afternoon until early evening and then be up all night.
I scoff at all the “circadian rhythm” stuff people now tout—they, having gotten bored with food…but still feel a need to assert that you can’t possibly figure out how to live a perfectly weird human life without exponentially weirder interventions.
I said I was going to take on the Anti-Vaxxer deal and indeed I am. Lots of stuff went up on Facebook over the last many hours as I was digging.
It’s actually worse than I thought.
At first, I had thought I’d be a bit conciliatory: honest mistake, forgivable ignorance, etc.
Nope. When you dig, these people are really fucking evil. Astoundingly so. And where innocent, they’re so ignorant that they ought be publicly stripped of all credibility. That’s why I stayed completely clear for years and years. I was not that interested to look into it, but there were surface elements that told me I certainly did not want to side with all those who often hold similar philosophical and political views as I do.
Dodged that bullet; because had I not, I’d be compelled to come clean in a very big way, now that I have taken the time to see just about everything relevant.
Anyway, two to three very substantial posts forthcoming. For your amusement, in the meantime….
Examples of things far less effective than vaccines in terms of good outcomes:
– seat belts
– trigger safeties
– air bags
– cancer treatments
– safety harnesses
– life vests
– parking brakes
– air filters
– bulletproof vests
– bulletproof coffee
– literally everything touted as bulletproof.
– mop buckets
– swimming pools
– fences around swimming pools
– mop buckets inside fenced swimming pools
– dogs on leashes
– cute dogs
– hiking boots
– hiking in the wilderness with hiking boots and camelbacks, with dogs
– leftover food
– food prepared by others
– the leftover food from others
– church potlucks that is often the leftover food from others
– Facebook posts
At this time of Fidel Castro’s passing, we extend a hand of friendship to the Cuban people. We know that this moment fills Cubans – in Cuba and in the United States – with powerful emotions, recalling the countless ways in which Fidel Castro altered the course of individual lives, families, and of the Cuban nation. History will record and judge the enormous impact of this singular figure on the people and world around him.
For nearly six decades, the relationship between the United States and Cuba was marked by discord and profound political disagreements. During my presidency, we have worked hard to put the past behind us, pursuing a future in which the relationship between our two countries is defined not by our differences but by the many things that we share as neighbors and friends – bonds of family, culture, commerce, and common humanity. This engagement includes the contributions of Cuban Americans, who have done so much for our country and who care deeply about their loved ones in Cuba.
Today, we offer condolences to Fidel Castro’s family, and our thoughts and prayers are with the Cuban people. In the days ahead, they will recall the past and also look to the future. As they do, the Cuban people must know that they have a friend and partner in the United States of America.
That Costumed Poopster who resides in that walled city, to keep out the immigrants.
Upon receiving the sad news of the passing of your beloved brother, the honorable Fidel Castro Ruz, former president of the state council and the government of the Republic of Cuba, I express my sadness to your excellency and all family members of the deceased dignitary, as well as the government and the people in that beloved nation. At the same time, I offer my prayers for his eternal rest, and I entrust the Cuban people to the maternal intercession of Our Lady of La Caridad del Cobre, patroness of that country.
L’enfant stupide du nord:
It is with deep sorrow that I learned today of the death of Cuba’s longest serving President.
Fidel Castro was a larger than life leader who served his people for almost half a century. A legendary revolutionary and orator, Mr. Castro made significant improvements to the education and healthcare of his island nation.
While a controversial figure, both Mr. Castro’s supporters and detractors recognized his tremendous dedication and love for the Cuban people who had a deep and lasting affection for “el Comandante”.
I know my father was very proud to call him a friend and I had the opportunity to meet Fidel when my father passed away. It was also a real honour to meet his three sons and his brother President Raúl Castro during my recent visit to Cuba.
On behalf of all Canadians, Sophie and I offer our deepest condolences to the family, friends and many, many supporters of Mr. Castro. We join the people of Cuba today in mourning the loss of this remarkable leader.
That fucking American Stupidity of 1976:
Rosalynn and I share our sympathies with the Castro family and the Cuban people on the death of Fidel Castro. We remember fondly our visits with him in Cuba and his love of his country.
More deplorable, irredeemable Cock Suckers, the world over: here and here. Absolute dregs of the lower organisms that plague the Earth. Be the fuck done with these rancid slimescum.
Today, the world marks the passing of a brutal dictator who oppressed his own people for nearly six decades. Fidel Castro’s legacy is one of firing squads, theft, unimaginable suffering, poverty and the denial of fundamental human rights.
While Cuba remains a totalitarian island, it is my hope that today marks a move away from the horrors endured for too long, and toward a future in which the wonderful Cuban people finally live in the freedom they so richly deserve.
Though the tragedies, deaths and pain caused by Fidel Castro cannot be erased, our administration will do all it can to ensure the Cuban people can finally begin their journey toward prosperity and liberty. I join the many Cuban Americans who supported me so greatly in the presidential campaign, including the Brigade 2506 Veterans Association that endorsed me, with the hope of one day soon seeing a free Cuba.
Donald J. Trump
Keep undercutting, outcompeting, and kicking all leftists, every Democrat in the teeth, daily.
Do you really wish to understand how pathetically stupid is every leftist, every Democrat you know? Easy.
It’s as though earth is diverging into two species, if you catch my drift.
For as long as I knew it was a thing, I have steered clear.
Why? Because my visceral sense is the same visceral sense I get when I’m exposed to 9/11 Truthers, Apollo 11 Deniers, Superfood Purveyors, Alien Abduction and Visitors Conspiracists, and the whole damn collection of tin-foil-hat organisms pretending to be rational humans.
Spent a good portion of this holiday period going at it a bit with Dunning-Kruger ignorant people on Facebook over vaccinations. In other words, too ignorant to have the capacity to detect their own ignorance.
I’ll toss up some posts over the next week. Looking out for you, so you don’t fall prey to fucktards.
You morons don’t even know how fucking stupid you all are.
First time in years we’ve had the feast up here at my place in Arnold, at 4,200 feet of elevation. The first snow of the spring is imminent. Folks arrived Wednesday, and just departed. Beatrice is down in the Bay Area with her peeps and now I’m home alone again—excepting the three furry creature organisms pretending badly to be good dogs.
It was a comfort food theme, so what better to prepare for Wednesday evening’s arrival than Salisbury steaks?
Alongside: mashed buttermilk potatoes and Italian green peas. That’s comfort food city, right there. Almost makes me want to go out and stock up on Hungry Man TV Dinners and Marie Calendar’s Chicken Pot Pies.
For the feast, everyone had a hand in it. This was actually the first time, at age 55, that I sourced and prepared the turkey. I got it locally, Diestel Family Turkey Ranch down in Sonora, less than an hour away. I did extensive research on methods. I’ve had plenty of plain baked, baked and wrapped in bacon, deep fried, and all of the former methods wet brined or not.
Serious Eats is a great resource when you wish to get to the science of food preparation, and they didn’t disappoint with The Food Lab: The Truth About Brining Turkey. The bottom line? Dry “brining” gets you everything you want, nothing you don’t—such as the mess with wet brine and a juicy but tasteless watery turkey.
So that’s what I did, using their other article, The Quick and Dirty Guide to Brining Chicken or Turkey. It’s essentially a half cup of sea salt (or kosher) and 2 TBS baking powder sprinkled all over the bird, then left to sit in the fridge for 1-3 days. I did it for two days.
For the roasting, I sourced Alton Brown, because one food science-geek calls for yet another. Only mods were that I used turkey stock (Kitchen Basics) for the steeped aromatics instead of water, cut back on the rosemary, bumped up the sage, and added thyme sprigs.
I said everyone had a part.
Dad baked his Basque sheepherder’s bread in a Dutch oven.
Mom insisted on the “candied yams” (sweet potato).
Dawn—my brother’s SO—did the cranberry sauce.
Mom did the “stuffing,” which was done in the oven. It includes sausage and plenty of sage. I’m not a huge fan of stuffing or “dressing,” but always have a little bit.
I did the turkey and the Texas-style green beans. As you can see, the skin is perfect and it’s said that it’s the baking powder added to the salt dry brine that’s responsible for that. Incidentally, you do not rinse it off. Straight from the fridge to oven. The green beans are about 1 slice of bacon per serving, sliced and fried up, then a chopped onion sautéed in the bacon fat, and the whole deal—drippings and all—go in the pot with lots of water and about half the salt you think you’ll need (plus 1/2 tsp ground black pepper). Boil and simmer, uncovered for hours. Once reduced to minimal juice, finish seasoning with salt. The green bean flavor pops.
My brother dave did the mashed potatoes.
Mom did the giblet gravy which consists of the neck, livers (she gets extra) and gizzard (extra there, too). She boils and boils, adding water throughout the day. Then, she meticulously peels and slices the innards, and picks all the meat off the neck. She puts it back in the boiling water, adds some chicken or turkey stock, thickens, and adds chopped hard-boiled egg.
It has been decades now that we’ve basically considered the entire meal as merely a delivery device for mom’s giblet gravy. It may look like I just have it poured over my taters. Optical illusion. Those taters are a bowl for the gravy.
Beyond the family affair, we had plenty to be thankful for.
Thankfully as well, my family uniformly detests that Arkansas floozie.
And while a day late, we have one more good commie.
So very much to be thankful for this year, including watching the left get kicked in the teeth and imploding on a daily basis.
It’s getting hard to keep up and my belly muscles ache from laughing so much.
I might write a long post on this in the next few days. I might not, and just proceed forward with various things not involving politics.
Since the election results recently, I have become quite “chill” with life and have been enjoying the feeling. Had no idea how much the last year had affected me adversely. As I’ve written in posts before, I saw this deal as the most stark distinction in terms of American politics, in my lifetime.
I’m an American, dammit, and it was just beyond my capacity to not care. The future does matter to me.
And here we are. And for so very many years I’ve been resigned to a non-stop decline into leftism and socialism in America. And here now, I have renewed hope and respect for Americans doing the right thing in spite of all the propaganda, every institution working against them and their interests.
Will it be perfect? Of course not, not even close. But what I was most interested in has already been accomplished:
Kick the left in the teeth
Kick Hillary Clinton in the teeth
The rest—to the extent the D.C. swamp gets partially drained, unrestrained immigration curtailed, America regains some of its losses in terms of industrial productivity, health care goes back on the market, the Main Pravda Media gets kicked in the teeth, and so-on—is all just gravy on the cake.
The last couple of weeks have been just delicious in the most satisfying of ways. Never imagined I’d ever see anything like it. Watching all the lefties with their teeth kicked in, scrambling about, being idiots, crying eyes out, being just as fucktardedly wrong as they always were: about how and why this happened.
It’s as amusing as watching a young teenager get jilted by their first ever puppy love—but without the sympathy.
Anyway, onward. Family is beginning to arrive. Salisbury steaks tonight (with mashed potatoes and Italian peas), and the whole smorgasbord tomorrow. I’m doing a 48-hr dry brine turkey from the local Diestel Family Turkey Ranch and using Alton Brown’s roasting recipe.
Later, dudes. Enjoy yourselves. Thanksgiving is the quintessential American holiday. The best holiday. My favorite.
Back in the last couple of days of 2008 I was up here at the cabin in Arnold, tons of family were around, it was the holidays. I decided to do a one-dozen-post blog marathon in a day (you can pull it up in archives). I picked this song to blog, as my final post, right before midnight. I’ve put it up a number of times since. It’s the lyrics, man; plus, the tune is great.
The lyrics (copied down below) are prescient for the current End Times.
I’m dedicating it to the less deplorable, more redeemable leftists andDemocrats out there who have been routed and slaughtered in the last week (Hillary is a mess, still), but aren’t the ones persisting with blather and drivel…. not rioting, destroying property, keeping people from their appointments and work, assaulting and battering, and are even beginning to see the light a bit, here and there.
Dedicated to you, the redemption worthy… If you want one, an Honest Theme Song, for a change.
Well I can see what you mean It just takes me longer
Here’s a more modern Live and Studio version, but in what’s certainly infinite “wisdom,” won’t let me promote it for them by embedding.
Another very early version. You get the sense they developed their song book for many years.
Well I can see what you mean It just takes me longer And I can feel what you feel It just makes you stronger
Well you can take me for a little while You can take me, you can make me smile in the end
Ooh I can see what you mean It just takes me longer And I can feel what you feel It just makes you stronger
I know, I know, I know Whoa, the feeling grows I see, I see, I see It’s got to be
Whoa yeah, whoa Yeah
Well, I can do what you do You just do it better I can cry like you cry It just makes me sadder
Whoa yeah, whoa yeah Whoa yeah.. yeah!
Whoa, you can take me for a little while You can take me, you can make me smile in the end
Well, I can shine like you shine It don’t make me brighter But if I think, oh, like you think It don’t make my load much lighter
Whoa Whoa oh
I can see what you mean It just takes me longer An I can feel what you feel It just makes me stronger
Hard to ignore a headline like that, so I won’t. Here’s the article, with a few thoughts interspersed.
GB:As long as reality TV stars replace our presidents, they might as well replace our pundits. At least, that seems to be the appeal of former Dirty Jobs host Mike Rowe. His latest take on the outcome of the U.S. presidential election is a doozy, too. Rowe, who has amassed a massive Facebook following for his down-home wisdom and charm, answered a fan question about the election by comparing Trump’s appeal to working-class America to his own.
Mike Rowe here, writer of folksy rants, etc. First, I want to assure your readers that their favorite pundits are safe – at least from me. I aspire to no level of punditry or public office. As for my overall “appeal,” well – there’s no accounting for taste…but I’ll take it!
GB: “Dirty Jobs said ‘Hey – we can see you,’ to millions of regular people who had started to feel invisible,” wrote Rowe in a viral Facebook post this week. “Ultimately, that’s why Dirty Jobs ran for eight seasons. And today, that’s also why Donald Trump is the President of the United States… Yeah, it was dirty job for sure, but the winner was NOT decided by a racist and craven nation – it was decided by millions of disgusted Americans desperate for real change. The people did not want a politician. The people wanted to be seen.”
This theme espoused by Rowe and others—that working-class voters responded to Trump out of economic frustration and not demographic resentment—is aligned with the same bootstraps mythology both Trump and Rowe exploit for their own gain. Both men rely on a folksy faith in hard work and ambition that simply doesn’t match the reality of most American workers, and they do so at the peril of the very people who serve as the foundation of their fan base.
MR: I believe a solid work ethic and a measure of ambition are essential ingredients to success, and readily available to anyone. Obviously, the desire to succeed and the willingness to work hard are not enough to guarantee success, but success without either is impossible. I also believe that any able bodied person can metaphorically pull themselves up by their own bootstraps. You call this belief a “myth,” and that puts us at odds over the importance of individual self-reliance. That’s fine, but to suggest that I have used this “mythology” to “exploit my fan base for my own gain” is a “doozy” of an accusation. I’ve exploited no one, Gillian. I run a scholarship program that rewards individual work ethic. I do so, because I believe work ethic is no longer encouraged to the degree it should be. We’ve trained about 500 people for a long list of good jobs, and I’m pretty sure none of them feel exploited.
Finally, “economic frustration and demographic resentment” are not mutually exclusive. I understand that racism, sexism, or all the other ism’s currently dominating the headlines are alive and well in this country, and I suspect they always will be. But I don’t believe our country is fundamentally racist. Millions of white people who voted for Barack Obama, just voted for Donald Trump. It makes little sense to accuse them of “demographic resentment.”
GB: This is not a surprising step into the political arena for Rowe, who runs a foundation to train workers for skilled labor and lobbies both institutions and political candidates to embrace infrastructure spending and skilled labor training. He’s written open letters to President Barack Obama in favor of such, and appeared with Mitt Romney during the 2012 election in a bid to advocate for worker training over four-year degrees.
“We’ve elevated the importance of ‘higher education’ to such a lofty perch that all other forms of knowledge are now labeled ‘alternative,’” Rowe told the Senate Committee on Science, Commerce, and Transportation in 2011. “In a hundred different ways, we have slowly marginalized an entire category of critical professions, reshaping our expectations of a ‘good job’ into something that no longer looks like work.”
MR: You got the quote right, but I have never argued in favor of training “over” four-year degrees – only that one form of education should not be positioned as subordinate to another. That’s an important distinction. Part of the reason shop classes vanished from high schools is because parents and teachers stopped encouraging students to explore those careers. Why? Because those careers became stigmatized. If your kid was on a vocational path, it was assumed it was because he or she wasn’t capable of anything else. That stigma is alive and well today. It’s called “elitism,” and it’s another dangerous “ism” that’s affecting millions of people. It’s also part of the reason college has become so expensive.
Our relentless obsession with “college for all,” combined with a seemingly unlimited pile of money from which to borrow, has allowed universities to charge whatever they wish. Over the last 40 years, the cost of a degree has increased faster than food, energy, real-estate, and healthcare. But we still pay it – partly because we’re convinced it’s an essential ingredient for success, and partly because the money is available to borrow. One day soon, we’re going to look back and wonder why we encouraged our kids to begin their lives with a massive student loan dangling from their necks, as millions of opportunities that require a skill in demand go unfilled.
GB: Rowe’s focus on so-called “shovel ready” jobs fits in well with President-elect Trump’s own plans to spend a trillion dollars rebuilding and updating the nation’s roads, highways, bridges, and airports. It’s the kind of job creation proposal Democrats and Americans have wanted for decades and promotes exactly the traditional blue-collar work so often romanticized by people like Rowe.
MR: What’s wrong with a little romance? For the last 40 years, our society has done a fantastic job of vilifying hard work while ignoring millions of good jobs that actually exist. That’s why we have a skills gap. People are simply not excited about learning a useful skill. Right now, employers are struggling to fill 5.8 million open positions. Meanwhile, the number of people out of the workforce but capable of working is approaching 100 million. For those who believe opportunity is dead in America, the skills gap is an inconvenient truth. Opportunity in America is NOT dead. However, the economic frustration is very real in the rust belt, because opportunity in some geographic areas has all but vanished. That’s why you shouldn’t paint with such a broad brush.
GB: If it’s the first time you’re hearing about Trump’s infrastructure plan, don’t be surprised. While Trump likes to promote himself as a builder, his supporters only seemed to have one piece of infrastructure in mind—a massive wall along the Mexican border. Trump supporters overwhelmingly support the proposed wall and it served as a greatest hit at Trump rallies, but the very idea of it disproves Rowe’s notion that economic anxiety is what comes first for Trump voters.
MR: Really Gillian? ALL supporters? Do you really believe all 62 million voters based their vote on a wall? Isn’t it possible that a reasonable person might have a legitimate concern about illegal immigration, support the building of a wall, look with suspicion upon “sanctuary cities,” and NOT be anti-immigrant? Isn’t it possible a reasonable person might want to see the existing immigration laws enforced and not be a xenophobe? If so, what would such a person do, when given the choice between a crude businessman who speaks offensively, and a career politician who promises to dramatically increase the flow of refugees from countries that foment terrorism? Isn’t it also possible that an immigration policy that’s actually enforced might have a positive effect on overall economic anxiety?
GB: While Rowe aptly points to education and skills training as the solution for poor Americans, Trump built his campaign on sheer exploitation of xenophobic skepticism of immigration and trade by poor white Americans. According to the Pew Research Center, Trump supporters blame both legal and illegal immigration for job loss and more closely associate illegal immigrants with illicit and violent behavior.
MR: It’s an interesting chart, but there’s nothing on there about legal immigration – only illegal. Besides, it’s a survey. A poll. A random sample. Given the recent and breathtaking inaccuracies of such things, do you really want to rely upon them now? With respect, I think that you and many others have your heads in a cloud of data. My experience on Dirty Jobs, though less scientific, was a lot more real. My conclusions are based upon that, and nothing more. Obviously, I could be wrong. In fact, I’ve gone out of my way to leave room for that possibility. Have you?
GB: Not only are illegal immigrants less likely to commit violent crimes than naturalized U.S. citizens, but illegal immigration doesn’t take away jobs from Americans who would otherwise take them at any scale that Trump claims. So while Rowe and others would like to imagine Trump is merely the figurehead of a populist uprising by hard-working Americans, he is actually the embodiment of misplaced and mistaken racial animosity.
MR: I don’t imagine Trump to be anything other than what he is – The President-Elect of the United States. But let’s assume for a moment you’re correct. Let’s assume he really is “the embodiment of racial animosity.” And let’s further assume the people who voted for him did so on that basis. If so, then I take it all back. We’re in terrible trouble. However – if you’re open to the idea that half the electorate is NOT really xenophobic, and if you’re willing to ponder the possibility that some other force might have compelled millions of Americans who previously voted for a black man to pull the lever for The Orange Menace, then maybe – just maybe – our country can move forward together.
GB: Job-training programs like those promoted by Rowe are a good start toward moving low-skill workers into the kind of sustainable jobs that the future holds. Rowe likes to talk about the skills gap in the context of old-fashioned “shovel ready” jobs, but most of the jobs that will be created in the coming decades will come from technology and IT sectors. Likewise, the real threat to the jobs of Trump supporters aren’t illegal immigrants but automation—a study by Oxford University suggests half the jobs in America will be computerized or performed by machines by 2025.
MR: Actually, I like to talk about all that stuff as well, and I have. At length. “Shovel ready” is not my term – that was made popular most recently by President Obama. I merely argued that filling those three-million “shovel-ready” positions he touted in 2008 would have been a lot easier if the country was more appreciative of people who work with shovels, as opposed to the “vocational consolation prize” mentality so often assigned to those jobs today. It’s tough to promote that which you don’t admire.
GB: Trump’s infrastructure plan rests on nostalgic ideals about craftsman and laborers—that the honor and grit of elbow grease alone can raise good people out of poverty.
MR: I’m not so sure that’s true, but again – I’m not privy to his marketing strategy. I just hope he has one. The skills gap proves that millions of good jobs can exist that nobody wants. Jobs, like anything else for sale, need to be sold. And if the President is really going to spend a trillion dollars on infrastructure, we’re going to need a skilled workforce a lot more robust than the one we have. Personally, I think honor and grit still matter, but I’ve been very clear that elbow grease alone is NOT enough to achieve any measure of success. There has to be an element of training, education, and desire. What’s really surprising though, is that such an obvious thing needs to be articulated today. Do you really suppose that Trump doesn’t think training and education are important, simply because you didn’t hear him spell it out?
GB: According to Trump and many of his supporters, immigrants are the only thing keeping Americans from reaching that aspiration. Trump stripped himself of the censorial, dog-whistle nature of politicians and embraced the xenophobia of some of his fans head on, calling Mexicans “rapists” upon throwing his hat into the presidential race.
MR: Even before he clarified those comments, I assumed that Trump was referring specifically to those Mexicans who come here illegally and commit rape. I did not assume he meant that all Mexicans are rapists. Likewise, when President Obama talked about people who “cling to their guns and their religion,” I didn’t assume he was talking about everyone who owned a firearm or worshipped a supernatural being. I figured he was talking about a much smaller group – specifically, those who’s entire worldview revolves around guns and religion.
It’s funny, how pundits will take a candidate’s comments literally when it suits them, and figuratively when it doesn’t. Again – I’m not making excuses for his phraseology. I’m just saying that I believe a lot of reasonable and rational voters made an honest determination that he was not referring to all Mexicans. But, I could be wrong.
GB: Americans deserve to be anxious about the fate of blue-collar work, but to ignore the way Trump has used racism as the cure is a disservice to the kind of workers Rowe promotes.
MR: “Deserve to be anxious?” You really do have an interesting way of putting things, Gillian. Anxiety is not a thing anyone “deserves.” It’s just a feeling, and like all feelings, it’s ultimately a choice. Sometimes it’s justified, sometimes it isn’t. But it has less to do with the facts in evidence, and more to do with what scares us as individuals.
You and I for instance, are both anxious about President Trump. I’m anxious because the man has never held office, he’s never worn a uniform, and he’s frightened millions of people with irresponsible rhetoric and bad behavior completely inconsistent with the leader of the free world. That makes me uneasy, no doubt about it.
You on the other hand, are anxious because you have taken everything he’s said at face value. Moreover, you seem to believe that everyone who voted for him did so because they agree with everything he’s said and done. Surely, you have to know how absurd that is. Do 60 million votes for Hillary Clinton means 60 million Americans approve of lying under oath, mishandling classified emails, and blatant “pay for play” shenanigans with her foundation? Of course not. I know many Hillary supporters who were disgusted by her behavior, and voted for her anyway. I know many Trump supporters who followed suit. You should take comfort in that. I’m not ignoring Trump or the things he said. But you – and many others – would have us believe the character of the country is no better than the character of the candidates.
And that’s enough to make anybody anxious.
Keep it folksy,
Look, it is a damn shame that someone like the great Mike Rowe, who’s promoted and engaged in some of the dirtiest vocational jobs on the planet—jobs that help make the world turn so that stinky cunts like Gillian Branstetter can have a bidet—have to do even dirtier jobs, like this.
I woke up today completely unaware I was going to have another day of substantial reflection. I’ve been having a lot of those, lately. This political process over the last year seems to have changed me in ways that shock me as profound, behind my back, and I still don’t have an adequate self-reflective take on it to write a post about it.
When I can sleep again between 2-4 am, I might be ready to write….
So, this constitutes a bit here and there. First thing that crossed my feed was an interview. Now, while I’m pretty awful at it, I am enamored of the art of the interview, which is why I adore Terry Gross, Fresh Air. She’s done more great interviews than you can count, but I think her interview of Keith Richards, Rolling Stones, has to be about my favorite of all time.
…Who knew that Captain James T. Kirk, uh, Denny Crane, uh, William Shatner had such interview skills?
Guess who? This is the first Rush to Lessons: Rush Limbaugh. You’ve never heard about it. Last thing the left media would ever even mention. I could not only not turn it off, I couldn’t even pause it to take a piss after cups of coffee. It’s that damn good.
Perhaps it might have struck me differently at a different time. But in a time where college kids are playing with Play-Doh during the day, rioting at night, and mindlessly sucking up every word of crafted narrative the left can feed them, it’s refreshing to listen to two guys keep it real.
You can’t fake that.
Onward, the next Rush to Lessons.
Sweet memories flashing very quickly by Reminding me and giving me a reason why I know that my goal is more than a thought I’ll be there when I teach what I’ve been taught And I’ve been taught
You know we’ve told you before But you didn’t hear us then So you still question why No you didn’t listen again You didn’t listen again, whoa
Sweet memories, I never thought it would be like this Reminding me, oh, just how close I came to missing I know that this is the way for me to go You’ll be there when you know what I know And I know
You know we’ve told you before But you didn’t hear us then So you still question why No you didn’t listen again No, oh oh You didn’t listen again