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Tomato Soup
      1.  Sautee a mess of onions until caramelized.  Season with salt and white pepper.  Add a mess of chopped, seeded, and (ideally) skinned, tomatoes.  Let it simmer for a spell.  Add enough beef or chicken stock such that the ‘maters can have a nice swim.  Let it simmer for another spell.  Whiz it until smooth in batches in a blender.  Careful.  It’s hot.  Add the whizzed-up slurry back to the pot and dump in a bunch of heavy whipping cream.  Add a fistful of chopped fresh basil.  Heat it back up, season to taste with salt and white pepper, serve with a sprinkle of parmesan cheese.
      Cooking without a precise recipe, as with the tomato soup above, builds character, self-reliance and the ability to think and act on one’s feet.  To paraphrase the old saying: Instructions will not be provided.  Neither will permission.
If you can’t make a darn tasty pot of soup out of tomatoes, onions and cream without dependence on a disembodied voice telling you what to do and how to do it down to the minutest detail, then you better check yourself.
Be a man.  Quit’cher whining.  Figure s*** out.  Get s*** done.
      2.  More on food and “picky eaters” of various stripes, this time from Orwell in “The Road to Wigand Pier”, circa ARSH 1937:
      For instance, I have here a prospectus from another summer school which states its terms per week and then asks me to say ‘whether my diet is ordinary or vegetarian’. They [Socialists] take it for granted, you see, that it is necessary to ask this question. This kind of thing is by itself sufficient to alienate plenty of decent people. And their instinct is perfectly sound, for the food-crank is by definition a person willing to cut himself off from human society in hopes of adding five years on to the life of his carcase; that is, a person out of touch with common humanity.

      Yup.  Tru dat.

      3.  In case y’all poor, deluded folks who still think that there is hope for Washington D.C., specifically in the person of Ted Cruz, I’d like to go ahead and bust your little bubble – not that you won’t just blow a new one.  But, here goes.  

      Repeat this over and over again until you understand:
Ted Cruz’ wife, Heidi, is a Goldman Sachs executive.
Ted Cruz’ wife, Heidi, is a Goldman Sachs executive.
Ted Cruz’ wife, Heidi, is a Goldman Sachs executive.
Ted Cruz’ wife, Heidi, is a Goldman Sachs executive.
Ted Cruz’ wife, Heidi, is a Goldman Sachs executive.
      A position to which she ascended immediately after coming out of the Bush-Cheney White House, specifically a seat on the National Security Council.  The same Goldman Sachs that is carrying over $48 TRILLION in derivatives exposure against an asset base of $89 Billion – levered up by a factor of over 500X.  She VOLUNTARILY associates herself with this.
      No, I’m sure you’re right.  I’m sure Ted Cruz is DIFFERENT.  I’m sure that the fact his wife is aGoldman Sachs executive has NO BEARING ON ANYTHING, and that he is as pure as the wind-driven snow.  Youbetcha.
EYEROLL.
      3A. In review, The Barnhardt Axiom:
Today, seeking and/or holding office, especially national-level office, is, in and of itself, proof that a given person is psychologically and morally unfit to hold public office.

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