Reflections From a Murky Pond

Chicken fried bacon. Again, chicken fried bacon. That just may be the quintessential breakfast – or lunch, or dinner, or all three – for large swaths of the citizenry of our fine, if beleaguered, nation. And serving it with sawmill gravy may well be genius.

And yeah, “Because ‘Murica!” That just seasons this dish perfectly. Nothing is tastier than “owning” a common libtard slur for Americans and anything resembling Americana. Then, that is normal for us. They try to create insults to use against us, but we consistently fail to be offended by them.

The cake is not a lie! The cake is the Truth, the Light, and the Way. Be afraid, Mortal. Be afraid.

Remember, Thanksgiving prep is critically important to a successful holiday feast. Don’t forget. 😆

You young’uns will never understand. And, you should be the thankful that Gen X seems to have been last generation that was generally exposed to this sort of horror. You were never exposed to – and expected to eat – these eldritch monstrosities known as “jello salads.” You never had to and probably never will have to smile at the “church ladies” while trying to choke down some horrific combination of jello, mayonnaise, meat and vegetables.

We are not the same!

Frankly, I think those church lunches, socials, and picnics – all rife with these hellish concoctions – did more for the Atheists’ cause than anything the Democrats did. 😆

This is a good start to any day, but especially Monday. I’ve got to admit though that there’s some days I’d prefer to start with the coffee. And no, as I’ve painfully discovered, you should combine to things. Down that path lies painful burns and a loss of focus. (⊙_⊙;)