Say "I don't know," you'll feel better
Do journalists (even the vanishing breed of those with integrity) ever say "I don't know" these days? Seems like they all fall back on "it's unclear" when they, well, don't know.
I would like to state for the record, I never in a million years expected to read the sentence, "I suggest spatchcocking me..."
I do not wish to be spatchcocked. I would suggest something like pulled-John after braising in a crockpot with some chicken broth.
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Matt thanks for the trip down Humor Road. Beyond that "I don't know."
Fitzgerald is better than Hemingway? That's commie talk.
All this talk of bourbon in the comments today reminds me about a trip my wife and I are taking down to Tennessee this summer. Any suggestions on distilleries to visit for a tasting in TN or KY?
M. They did it again last night, the rat bastards (I dunno if they're "rat bastards" or something else...) Killed off my last bottle of Makers Mark 46 I got at the distillery last summer in Loretto, Kentucky. Anyway, thanks, M. & Matt for a fun time. I guess Heisenberg was right and so are you guys. Sometimes you've gotta say, "I don't know"
Copied your fajita marinade recipe as the best thing on this post. As for aliens, let me just say that if you ever experience a close encounter with an alien spacecraft, you will be able to say with certainty "I know they exist." Same goes for a close encounter with The Holy Spirit. As for everything else, I think the verdict is still out....except I'm pretty sure I'm here. As Descarte said, "I think, therefore I am." What I am left wondering is, "if I don't think, am I therefore not"?
For some reason I, a paid customer I think, have not been receiving your Journalistic efforts from slack tide. A bit like checking my front door each day and not finding a cow turd sticking to it. Sad, but if necessary, I will deal with it. Otherwise you have an error in your distribution system or, I don't know . . .
A great piece as always. As a card-carrying 'libatard,' I was only allowed to read the Weekly Standard after several Jim Beams. Still, although I didn't agree with much of what I read, I will say it was well written, and I could usually see how the writer arrived at his position. I have always found the conservative positions on political matters to be interesting, and many times, I have changed my mind on the issues of economics or politics. But all that said, the retards that call themselves 'conservatives' today are a disgrace to anyone who believes in rational thought. Where are the intellectuals like George Will or Jeb Bush? These were conservative voices that made sense. Now that 'conservatives' have sunk into matters of morality and religion, I cannot read them without wondering, "Where has the mind of America gone?" I guess my question to you is, "Will my tin foil hat protect me from Jewish Space lasers?"
You could probably expand on this by adding in the face-saving versions important to most men and all journalists: “We don’t know” and “No one really knows.” And for journos who add indecision into the uncertainty, there’s always the sage standby, “Experts disagree.”
Yep, that’s important advice. It’s somewhere between painful and funny to watch someone bs their way through something when all they needed to say was IDK. Not real good for your reputation either. One correction: single-malt scotch (not blended) is better than bourbon, it’s just too darn expensive. An “acquired taste” as they say. I once went all the way to Islay malts, and my -ex would say, it’s smells like you’re drinking diesel fuel, to which I replied something like: girls just don’t get it. Might be a factor in being divorced. Dunno.
Matt, your mention of the universally mourned passing of The Weekly Standard leads me to recommend something to read with your bourbon. It’s a review of “Dilettante,” a recent book that is part memoir, part retrospective on the golden age of magazine publishing. You might enjoy it; I did.
I have a similar recipe, using Takara Marin, a little bit of sugar (uncertain of the amount) with all of your listed ingredients for marinating chicken wings. Sprinkle with sesame seeds before baking and voila!
I was once asked whether I was indecisive. I pondered this for a moment, then answered, "Well, yes and no." True story.
Thanks for the lighter fare after the last couple of soul-searching pieces.
As to the revelation of extraterrestrial life, I think Tim Burton’s movie ‘Mars Attacks!’ will ultimately prove to be the most accurate predictor of that encounter.
I’m not sure, but it’s hard to beat Tom Petty, may he rest in peace.