Leave Me Alone

Feel free to scoff at anyone pretending to accept everyone.  These particular phonies are doing the same while claiming to do the precise opposite.  Hypocrisy is just one more thing to mock.

Those who tend toward levelheadedness should absolutely be judgmental of rotten and/or delusional behavior.  Treating indulgers in insanity as purveyors of ultimate truth has led to exactly the sort of decay they wouldn’t predict.  We don’t even get fun dysfunction out of the deal like in John Waters movies.   Preposterous corruptions of obvious truths make coping even more challenging.  Being told the economy purrs as inflation outpaces price updates was practice.

Getting in your face ensures compliance.  It’s not merely enough to tolerate the existence of grotesque notions: you’re expected to heartily endorse distortions as expressions of how accepting society is and you are personally.  You don’t hate letting gender be defined by which naughty bits individuals possess, do you?  Present frenzies are obviously in defiance of everything sensible, and proponents have chosen to compensate by trying to destroy anyone who uses grammatically accurate pronouns.

Thinking helping strugglers with mental illness is paramount will get you banished.  Instead, you’ll be expected to applaud.  Admitting to needing help is in vogue.  An era for openness about struggles should include options for overcoming them.  Getting help for those coping is a crucial next step.  Confused people being lauded for claiming they’re not exactly what they are is the antithesis of assistance.  Causing harm while making a show of ostensibly helping is this decade’s defining characteristic.

The refusal to concede gender isn’t a decision reaches its illogically logical conclusion when it comes to dudes setting records in sports whose leagues begin with a W.  The Soviet approach to athletic dominance should horrify any alleged feminist who purports to care about the lovely gender.  By contrast, today’s equality warriors adore women so much that they announce any man can become one.

Live and don’t let live.  Wallowing in daftness does affect others.  Advocates of communalizing everything should grasp the concept, but they only focus on spreading guilt and currency.

Succeeding at something awful shows the wrong kind of effectiveness, which we call the Washington standard.  I hope creating a deranged society where delusions of smug tolerance lead to prey upon the confused was a goal, as doing so unintentionally would make results even more perverse.  Sufferers of the twisted woke must additionally take on pretending to let others exist as wished.

Pretending damage isn’t the primary export resembles how abortion has casualties despite nonchalant disregard for sonograms.  The sacred liberal sacrament involves another party who suffers, which shocks the self-professed empathetic and scientific.

Pious worshipers who treat abortion clinics as cathedrals won’t let people live without hassle when it comes to, say, buying insurance from a variety of competing sellers.  But a man can now terminate a pregnancy.  Supremely logical fans of stuffing Planned Parenthood dumpsters claimed all along that abortion would be accepted if fellows could get knocked up, and we’re told it’s now possible.

Innocent societal bystanders minding their own business endure another charming leftist offensive against reality that’s rather selective.  Tolerance uncannily only applies to obeying woke nonsense about biology, history, English, and other school subjects deemed elitist.  Liberty is never applied to, say, keeping what you earn or exercising the right to be prepared to engage in self-defense.  If you’re not being bothered, how can liberals tell if they’re helping you?

The right to live as you wish has never been more warped.  Forget personal autonomy, as the pushy mentality has now spilled over into actively bothering others.  The victims are intended beneficiaries of assistance, which is the most Democratic outcome possible.  Like people rendered poor in multiple senses by an invasive government getting handed entitlements from the same uncontrolled entity as a consolation prize, humans suffering from gender dysmorphia get encouraged to be more baffled by an oh so loving society.

A society that refuses to be judgmental on crime turns into a Batman movie.  Ben Affleck isn’t going to save anyone.  Live and let live doesn’t work when it infringes on others, which is the remedial lesson the ruling party refuses to learn.  Sociopathic autocrats never realize others suffer, an occurrence which doesn’t just apply to taxing the stuffing out of the successful.  Quasi-legal plunderers naturally ally themselves with more blatant pirates.

A fervent dedication to not punishing criminals only sounds like a theme from a Tom Wolfe novel.  But a horrifying ideology has inflicted the sort of absurd woes seen in his nonfiction.  Even worse, antagonists cause the effect.

The excuse of a sputtering economy is rich considering their scheme to create wealth by handing out as much cash as possible was step one.  Virtuous types who don’t stuff pants with goods at Duane Reade are forced to pay even more on top of maniacal inflation.  Unchecked shoplifting is another tax charged by oh so compassionate Democrats.

Sanctimony is the one way to exacerbate lunacy.  Professional preeners spend entire existences demonizing anyone to Hoxha’s right before proclaiming thorough personal openness.  Comparing people who want less debt to enthusiastic residents of Germany at its naughtiest is so common as to lose its shock value, which is almost a feat.

Phoniness merely makes unhinged contempt for assessing the behavior of others goofier.  Judging the judgmental should feel natural.  They started it, after all.  You’d think they might appreciate obeying their precedent.

Stefon Diggs is acting just fine.  That differs from acting like a diva, which ironically involves little action at all.  A summer fielding footballs in suburban Rochester is a promising sign for him doing the same in suburban Buffalo.  Still, we ponder if precedent means the latest rumors about his unhappiness with his employer are true even if it means believing Stephen A. Smith.

Trying to get Diggs to avoid causing commotions is more challenging than getting him to get first downs, which is way better than the other way around.  Yet it would be nice to not have to fret that asking him to settle down might prompt stirring up.

Not everyone honking is an annoying driver even if the sound remains unpleasant.  A left-lane dawdler as slow as Dan Marino deserves the alert.  Someone having a fit may have a point.  Ken Dorsey doing his job correctly would alleviate much ensuing stress.  His refusal to let the best quarterback play more catch with the best receiver is akin to visiting Dinosaur Bar-B-Que and asking about vegan options.  Enjoy your beans unless there’s like bacon fat in them.

You may have heard the Bills also extended their head coach.  He’s best known as the guy with the defensive background.  A  team that tries to outpace foes is sticking with a supervisor whose focus is achieving the opposite.  We hope Diggs remains happy just like we wish to never rue that he played under an erstwhile defensive coordinator holding that de facto job now.

Every receiver wants the ball every play.  In Diggs’s case, he may be right.  The best option on the team and perhaps in the league is the sort of player who you throw to frequently even though opponents know it’s happening.  Dare them to stop him.

There are only so many chances.  That’s even more so in football.  Diggs mans an odd position where getting the ball 10 times during one game could be the sort of result that gets cherished in fans’ memories forever.  This is the same sport where a defender who averages a single sack per game may enjoy Hall of Fame enshrinement.  Succeeding based on a quite limited quantity of opportunities makes the game more dramatic, which suits certain personality types.

Diggs has looked just fine when he’s shown up to practice.  Since training camp commenced, he hasn’t refused to compete like Richie Tenenbaum.  Healthy attitude and routes are hopefully a precursor to the same when they keep score.

Learning just how to get touchdowns is the best use of August.  He may already know, but reviewing steps can’t hurt.  Classical music legend Pablo Casals practiced the cello for five hours per day while he was 80 because he thought he was getting better.  Does the collective bargaining agreement even permit that much time on the field?

A cathartic outburst might enable tranquility later.  Venting can actually be therapeutic as long as it reflects an exception and not rule.  Judicious bitching resembles how social media can either be a cesspool of misery or a way to cope with the same.

Check the scoreboard for confirmation that actions are what’s important.  Kvetch that this miserable existence is unfair garbage then go out and perform tasks.  Flipping out about play call selection is tolerable if accompanied by catching every pass thrown one’s way.

Moping doesn’t affect the score unless it’s accompanied by indifferent arm-folding.  Actions are what ultimately matter.  Doing what’s right after griping is infinitely superior to talking about how lovely life is then thinking such remarks are sufficient.  If you have a flat tire, you’re better off if a motorist stops and rolls his eyes at your inability to change it before helping than a sympathy preener who expresses deep concern that you get a working wheel on there soon before speeding off.

Diggs isn’t a trailblazer for receivers acting like drama queens.  Declaring it’s inherent to the position reflects an easy presumption.  But not every member of the job category cultivates a reputation of difficulty despite stereotypes.  Tell Larry Fitzgerald and Marvin Harrison that players of this type need attention.  That said, some members of a glamorous profession do enjoy attention in the same sense Terry Pegula doesn’t enjoy spending his own money on stadiums.

Patterns make tantrums last.  We’ll be keeping an eye on him to see if he relapses.  The long interregnum is the best time to release the steam valve.  Worrying he’ll spout off in the week between games will remain a concern even if he’s smiling for now.

Cultivating resentment is the millionth reason to start the preseason the week after the Super Bowl.  We’re all irritated that the offseason is long enough to feel like a sentence, in part because it offers endless opportunities to wonder if Diggs is right about not getting enough targets.  It’s nice to share common ground with one of our favorites.  Players and fans loathe the same things for the same reasons if you’re looking to humanize superstars.

Winning games is the easiest way to leave behind Jersey Shore-style melodrama.  Leave personnel headaches to the Jets and Giants.  Throw all the fits you want in the end zone following success at a work task.

Training camp can still be helpful even if camp features players who are already trained.  Diggs’s productivity offers reassurance when it doesn’t count.  His consistent practicing helps those looking to forget about missing minicamp.  Ideally, we’ll be remembering and laughing.

Disputing what the word “mandatory” means is irrelevant if the definer can lead a pass-happy attack in gains.  We share the mutual interest of him scoring at will, which happens to be the best way for the Bills to win.

Rick Jeanneret was the best of everyone who’s the best at what they do.  The top of the greatest left behind half a century or so of the most marvelous accounts of the sporting activity that happened in front of him.  A person who did exactly what he was best suited to do lives on accompanying our hockey recollections following his unbearably sad passing.

The voice of a team, city, and sport echoes on.  Mention Rick’s name and every Sabres fan hears his voice.  That’s not going to change.  We rattle off a list of legendary characterizations while recalling incredible descriptions of routine plays.  Strive to remain enthusiastic about every moment in his honor.

Social media allows us to learn awful news instantly.  I opened what I still call Twitter and saw a post from the Sabres featuring text against a black background.  That’s never good news.  The shock of the loss is exacerbated by not knowing about his health concerns.  We always hope those admired are doing well without specifics being our business.  As with Norm Macdonald, I didn’t even know he was sick.

I wished 81 years were just the start.  There would have been nothing more satisfying than knowing he had a long retirement to bask in adulation while watching games as a spectator.  It’s the same feeling as yearning for the Ramones to still be with us as adored icons who lounge on well-earned t-shirt revenue.

No superlatives seem excessive.  A universally beloved figure united everyone no matter differences on other issues.  Even those with differing opinions about coaching approach, playing style, and roster makeup agreed about one thing.

Making everything better is a sign of a job well done.  Rick’s unparalleled work enhanced exciting times while making tough ones bearable.  A singular gift for using words to explain what’s happening allowed him to instantly conjure stimulating athletic scenes. 

Catching him on radio was the ultimate in consolation prizes for those who couldn’t catch games on television during his career’s first half.  Rick offered the perfect contrast to the amazing Ted Darling.  How can two people approach a job so differently at which both are incredible?  Sabres fans were truly blessed.

Moving to a simulcast was a call so good that it was Rick-worthy.  Broadcasters will explain the nuances between a radio commentator providing vivid detail while the television voice lets images speak.  The exception is letting one person do those two jobs if you happen to have Rick Jeanneret at your disposal.

Those both watching and listening got to relish genuine calls.  He seemed to really enjoy hockey just like everyone else watching.  Expression of a fan’s enthusiasm is a noble goal that came naturally.  Explaining while enhancing is the ultimate goal which he achieved with every broadcast.  Rick brought narratives that themselves illustrate why we love sports.

Everyone who admired him from afar treasures even a few moments spent thanking him.  I was lucky enough to have met him at a signing last year where I joined the countless devotees who offered recognition for decades of thrills.  And I couldn’t be more grateful to have been in attendance the night his name was raised to the rafters featuring an ending that could’ve been scripted with my friend Glenn, a Sabres diehard from the Philadelphia area who became enthralled in part by listening to RJ’s lively portrayals.

Those who miss the deceased appreciate any chance to remember.  I stopped by Alumni Plaza Friday night to see the display of his initials set to the sound of his greatest hits.  Let’s give a stick tap to whoever put cookies on the top shelf.

What’s the best permanent tribute to join the RJ banner?  Mourning fans wonder if there’s any other way to celebrate him.  I join widespread calls for a Rick statue either greeting fans outside the arena or seated in the concourse.  And I might humbly suggest co-naming the press box as long as doing so would be respectful to Ted.

We immediately altered our broadcast viewing schedules.  Sabres fans canceled whatever was planned to watch Sabres highlights, which means watching Rick’s simultaneously.  I’ve spent a few days listening to him getting electrified over goals, saves, and fights to cope.  Listening to Roll the Highlight film is my traditional season-ending commemoration.  I’ll enjoy it in any format: I unearthed my CD copy after finding the YouTube clip courtesy of whoever was kind enough to share it virtually.  You can but don’t have to, as the voice alone conveyed the delight.

Rick will have always defined his profession.  Blessed Sabres backers got to hear the embodiment of what portraying play sounds like.  His final sign-off just became even more poignant.

Rick’s voice remains what hockey sounds like.  Nobody ever did or will ever do it better.  Everyone with any allegiance to the Sabres who misses the icon can only imagine the loss felt by loved ones.  Those grieving from afar hope his family takes comfort in fond memories of his company just as fans cherish getting to hear the embodiment of play-by-play for so long.  Blessedly, his legacy was recorded.  The calls live on forever.

The only thing worse than the aggravation of change is sticking with what sucks.  Good turmoil rids ourselves of bad circumstances.  Adjusting to a new lifestyle is worthwhile if changing a rut of a routine means undoing what liberals inflicted.  Moving is a pain and totally justified if your new residence contains a pinball lounge and tiki bar.

Suddenly getting to buy health insurance from anywhere is an ideal version of proper radical change.  Having our most dreadful government involved in healing us creates steadiness in the same sense Oceania avoided major mapping disruptions.  Those kind guys truly knew how to let the populace realize government knew best.

Jobs going obsolete creates trouble for workers who’ve been told they must update skills for the present century.  Aside from hurt feelings about being lumped in with phones that have hinges, the uncertainty related to forced career changes creates fright.  But tumult caused by progress is the only way to move past serfdom.  Tractors mean far fewer job opportunities for the outdoorsy, but it seems food is still being grown while former farmhands made redundant seem to have located new career paths.

Worth is a matter to be hashed out between private parties, which is why Democrats loathe it.  A worker assigned to dig a hole then fill it back in is engaged in hard work may not necessarily be valuable.  Firing the person responsible for getting the ground back to level would create unemployment.  But liberated funds could be used to hire someone productive or buy something desired from another company.  Demands for an alleged living wage are popular amongst people who never thought of doing something people would want to pay handsomely.

Putting the right people out of work only sounds cruel if you’ve never paid staff to be unproductive.  It doesn’t work for the Cleveland Browns or anyone else.  Saved funds from dropping payroll’s dead weight can be used on productive quarterbacks or licensed apparel.

Start by not complying with continued employment of compliance specialists who ensure pretend alignment with capricious rules.  Beleaguered industries are weighed down by whole offices dedicated to tracking if there are enough hires by particular races and genders, which is as bigoted as it sounds.  Diversity officers should be uniformly unemployed.

There is not not nearly enough firing of useless employees we’re compelled to pay.  Liberated IRS agents would have to begin careers that actually contribute.  For now, federal parasites re perversely considered successful for leaching away even more assets.  The Bizarro approach to life doesn’t make it more pleasant on this particular DC Comics Earth.  Try meeting the needs of consumers while profiting by opening a Dairy Queen franchise.

A flat tax would create empty buildings in the capital.  But vacancies in Washington would fill them elsewhere, even if that means full employment in living rooms.  Productivity is to be discouraged for those who drag down others.  The IRS wastefully uses office space that should be abandoned.  Converting levy dungeons into the sort of office that meets customer needs or a laser tag arena would benefit those suddenly less victimized by the state’s piracy.  As for innocent responders to sick governmental incentives, tax preparers would feel lonely in their offices following instituting a flat rate.  But they can put their capacity for crunching numbers to good use instead of coping with villainy.

Fans of brutal bossiness want you to settle into depressing familiarity.  Keeping the Berlin Wall up would’ve prevented a lot of worry about where to dine and how to get cable.  The ultimate expression of political control remains a model for Democrats who rue the lack of a symbol of caring for citizens who refuse to appreciate it.

As for a modern tyranny holding ground, a divided Korea gives the spurious sense of stability.  The border has been in the same spot for quite some time, which hasn’t worked out for the colder peninsula portion.  Lots of landmines keep the status steady in the most ominous way.  Fans of mandated community lament change because they think the wrong side won the Cold War.

If constancy of awfulness at least buffered from surprises, know that’s gone, as well.  Trying unwieldy federal intervention yet again means we’re getting neither constancy nor comfort.  Unappreciative subjects benefiting from Joe Biden’s kindly wisdom can’t afford vehicles to drive to the supermarkets to peruse groceries we can’t afford, either.  Aspiring shoppers would be unlikely to have enough luck to find an outpost that sells more than empty shelves.

Upheaval downward is this very forward era’s defining feature.  Life uncannily got mean as soon as Biden got everything he vaguely remembers wanting.  Cruelty uncannily unleashed itself just as he tried to have an awesome presidency.  As a result of mean fate’s utterly random timing, Americans cope with a dynamic situation in the least appealing way.  Not having reliability is the worst during worsening conditions.  This somehow isn’t as bad as it’ll get.

Predictability can be one of the most overrated virtues.  Knowing an unwieldy tax burden does not make relinquishing cash to be incinerated by doltish planners any more satisfying.  Ghastly public schools, insurance, and retirement plans are all based on the notion that a government that can’t keep trains on rails can map the route life itself.  The only thing worse is if the number is made even more burdensome.  Sleep calmly knowing that getting a worthless education won’t lead to health or a happy retirement.

Dealing with chaos that comes with a lack of alleged guarantees is far better than learning how empty a lockbox issued by the Social Security Administration can be.  Spend a little time shopping to overcome losing assurances from the sort of government where Biden can be head of state.  Or keep thinking that the lack of options will finally bring down prices.  We don’t know what’s going to go badly next.  Everything is going well otherwise.  Try to at least enjoy the lack of relief provided by useless promises.

Slackers mooched free water on the sideline despite not playing.  Benched preseason players just don’t care.  Josh Allen and Stefon Diggs wearing their uniforms will remain this month’s funniest moment.  Engaging in cosplay is their own form of gaming.

Infinity percent fewer snaps than last preseason works out.  We saw that Buffalo’s king remembered how to throw with no need to work on timing around this time last summer.  Yelling at coaches to yank him was the most drama during the previous preseason.  Those repetitions still apply.  These games are there if teams need them.  Many on this particular team do not.

Getting Kyle Allen jokes out of the way is easier based on a performance that didn’t quite wow.  Worries about his play distract from how he doesn’t have his first name’s initial on his jersey. I guess the equipment staff figures we can tell apart Allens. The players with the same family name are unlikely to be on the field simultaneously.

The Bills knew who they were before the real pretend kickoff.  I mean, they sort-of have it down.  Defining ourselves is always tricky even with established behavioral patterns.

At least, they knew more than their foe.  Indianapolis tried much more urgently to determine their identity.  They have to show more than the Isaiah McKenzie resentment agenda.  Striving to make his previous employer rue not continuing their work agreement took the form of returning a quite deep kickoff.  A desire for revenge can affect decisions.

Watching a quarterback debut during organized scrimmages is a relief when your favorite side is facing him.  Those associated with the Colts have spent the week diagnosing confirmed starter Anthony Richardson’s handful of snaps in a glorified exhibition as if they’re new commandments.  Coaches must spend the rest of the month fretting that an early interception is a bad sign.  An understandably rocky start in an imitation outing will be forgotten forever if he was just adjusting.

Either way, teams like the Colts should minimize their greatest hope’s exposure to danger.   Seeing their top choice tackled on a read option to start his second series and later on a keeper in the red zone called back on a penalty adds unnecessary stress to a preseason that’s already packed with stress.  You can feel bad for them in a detached way.

Looking for signs of progress becomes more urgent with desperation.  Preseason is the time for haruspicy.  Practitioners aren’t even professionals, although that may not affect the accuracy percentage.  Check the entrails again.

The easy way to guess what will happen is to look at what’s already happened.  I boldly predict many teams that experienced success last season will achieve similarly welcome results during upcoming games.  I’ll see if I also know Powerball numbers.

Keep wagering success is indefinite just like how every stock always goes up in value.  Don’t bring me down with examples that note success could possibly do anything but necessarily increase indefinitely.  Netflix is trying not to match Blockbuster’s performance.  Still, some trends may continue.  Teams that seemingly make the postseason by custom don’t have to place faith on glimpses the announcers might not have bothered to catch.

Some younger guys took advantage of opportunities for us to excessively analyze.  James Cook’s touchdown featured a nice bounce matched by speed.  Finding a replacement for Devin Singletary is as tricky as remembering to keep using a running back in this offense; such an impression may make it easier.  And O’Cyrus Torrence bowled over enough defenders to inspire optimism he could remedy interior line concerns from his first NFL game.

The biggest test came for someone who also didn’t play.  Sean McDermott must get used to managing every situation while managing to call the defense.  He doesn’t get to take it leisurely while Buffalo has the ball.  That’s even with his starting quarterback keeping busy while watching.  The endlessly impressive Josh Allen compensated for not taking snaps by calling plays.  The biggest competition is for the offensive coordinator position.

Get overreactions out of the way.  Pretend games offer fans a chance to adjust, too.  Going from cheering for a guy making the team to sighing that he’ll get cut in a second is as natural as making playoff projections during the summer.  You don’t have to tell anyone what you claimed would happen during a rash summer moment.

One player found a way to make it matter.  Damar Hamlin making plays will serve as the preseason’s biggest moment.  That’s not just for Buffalo.  Watching from a suite would have been an incredible accomplishment.  Participating in action again even in preseason means the comeback player of the year race is for second place.

Three inconsequential games are our reward for waiting since the Super Bowl.  It’s natural to embrace any fragment of positive anticipation from a tackle for loss or concerted third down.  True fun commences in September.  The faux season opener was at least a little exciting, 

No: you’re wrong.  Humans argued about every last thing before social media’s invention, although the ease of typing a bitchy reply to a stranger not in the same room because the fiend dared claim Lucky Charms are better than Cinnamon Toast Crunch exacerbated the unfortunate tendency.  The existence of personal tastes remains outrageous.

Fighting regarding all imaginable stupid topics has extended to political stances that were once rightly dismissed as fringes.  Living on the edge isn’t as exciting as rock stars claimed.

People now routinely spar over what shouldn’t be controversial in order to ensure the goal of keeping unity evasive.  Dissenters are stupid jerks, anyway.  I don’t agree to disagree.  Not everything needs to spur an argument.  Sure it does, you say.  A fervent commitment to normalizing lunacy shouldn’t be accepted as a normal term.  Everyone thinks everyone else has lost it, but actuality only conforms with some claims.

China sucks.  They crush freedoms every chance they get, including the one of everyone else to breathe freely.  A country populated with a few tyrants is an American enemy for good reason.  Contempt is based in outlook and behavior, not petty jealousy.  We didn’t arbitrarily select a nation of ineptly cranky genocidal totalitarian supervillains as a foe like gym class dodgeball.  They won’t simmer down and sit with us at lunch.

The most grateful Americans show how much they love the free world by mocking the notion it has enemies.  Treating fighting terrorism like the evil was the precedent.  Freedom’s exploiters never got around to condemning the Soviet Union’s clunky attempts to conquer the areas it hadn’t yet ruined, perhaps because they sympathized with the ultimately daft notion of government making life go.

We all remember spending high school biology classes telling teachers they didn’t know anything.  Noticing genders are predetermined is scientific and so transphobic.  Similarly, grades are bigoted.  Context changes everything, like whether or not you’ll be banished from this loving society.  Claiming someone was born this way is either an indisputable fact or the most diabolical insult.

There may not be bugs on you.  Telling someone who incorrectly claims there are they are totally right is the opposite of helping.  Coddling is the new form of enlightened compassion.

Helping those who are confused avoids getting a second thing wrong.  Vainly attempting to verify a strong personal feeling that’s in defiance of observation shows the limits of fact-checking.  Alleged verifiers may believe the same silliness.  The correct classification is not to hurt feelings, which is what this is all about.  Calling it a mental condition is an acknowledgment of struggling to perceive reality that can be treated.  

Seeing government at work doesn’t work should inform every opinion.  But, as with indulging delusions about deciding to flip genders, results are deemed irrelevant.  Self-righteousness on behalf of silly notions explains why there’s so much arguing about incontrovertible notions.

The side that claims they’re for facts and science spends most of their full days warping narratives in order to make them fit their twisted takes.  They also got shutdown bullying wrong.  That’s unless the health goal was to boss around others, which may be the case.  People might be free to choose who deserves their business for the best price.  But options are only allowed when it comes to terminating inconvenient babies.

A radical is now someone who advocates a system where someone other than our stupid and rotten politicians decide what should be built.  Czechoslovakia may have gone extinct for good reason.  We could call the concept a free market.  Disappointed liberals despise the notion because the right to negotiate is the free part, not the stuff.

Suspicion of anything that seems American is one way to express patriotism.  Ungrateful citizens like everything about this country but its essence.  Those who think life should feature guarantees prove why they never work.  This country is about not promising stuff, which is a promising outlook.  Demanding this icky nation take guns and the choice of insurers is how liberals create certainty.  They succeed in the sense of achieving the precise opposite.

A reflexive debate is surely well-considered.  Screaming about restructuring the universe inspires flinching.  The sanctimonious never ponder why they believe in what they do.  That’s why they believed it in the first place.

A continuous unwillingness to examine results leads to blaming lack of gun control for shootings in jurisdictions with plenty of it.  Every single last topic simply must be made into bickering.  Taking a stance against anything conservatives might like is a sign of maturity in multiple senses.

The quarrelsome flaunt how truly independent they are by rejecting anything their foes believe.  Check details later.  Wondering why it’s so tough to find common ground is common amongst juvenile adults who squabble about accepted truths as part of their ideology.

Point out how many times sanctimonious liberals would agree with Donald Trump if you replaced his name with Joe Biden’s for a rueful laugh.  You’ll never guess who was for shutdowns, tariffs, and endless entitlements.  The names of tiresome types who turn incontrovertible notions into rumbles never change.

Liberals will never run out of problems about which to bitch.  Creating them is the only successful cycle chronic interventionists initiate.  There must be a better way to vent than by causing crises no matter how comforting it is to maintain a little control.  Their goofy takes about the wretched consequences of their incessant invasions into the lives of victims are similarly endless.

A hammer will fix a vase the next attempt.  Clumsy brutes complaining about what break is not as helpful a solution as portrayed.  Societal mechanics who reflexively look for political solutions wonder why their repairs cause more breakdowns.  I blame the regressive automotive industry.

There’s an alarming lack of diversity in thinking ordering a fix into existence will work.  I wish liberals would be more open-minded.  Searching for a solution someone like Joe Biden cam implement keeps them busy.  Unfortunately, it does so for everyone else, too.

Trains can’t stay on tracks, which it turns out is important for their forward progress.  It’s an old enough transportation mode that observers can be confident what aspects are essential to move forward.

Route planners think they’ll install high-speed rail with just another couple trillion in investments, which is what they call spending your money for you on things you wouldn’t.  Meanwhile, society’s engineers can’t run low-speed rail.  If you’re a hobo coping with 2023 who wants to catch a train, look for explosions.  You’ll have your choice.

Governing is insufficient.  We need to empower our betters to make our everyday decisions regardless of if they’re elected or appointed by those who are.  One side getting slightly more votes means a divine appointment to office.  It’s not like those ceding autonomy have a choice.  

Omniscient loving agencies will make life a smooth dream one of these days.  Having to stay inside to avoid toxic fumes may serve as a bad sign.  Don’t putzes who are unable to make vehicles go care about the environment?  You can tell Democrats are doing their usual work by how they moan that they haven’t been handed enough power to perform competently.  We may have to cede a bit more autonomy in order for federal guardians to make their dreams come true of enabling ours.

You might think that people who are so scared of objects would study them to learn strategies for making them safe.  Guns are evil due to a curse from a fortune teller who opposed America’s wishes for natural rights.  Enchanted implements must be causing felonies, which is why they flock to areas where they’re banned and commit crimes after forcing themselves into the hands of innocent humans.  Crime flourishes where liberals get what they want, so at least the map is easy to read.

Ceaseless efforts to restrict enable evasion.  That’s not good news for freedom like it might sound.  The doltish goons in charge aren’t going to let being wrong about everything affect their bullying.  

Personal responsibility is never dodged more obviously than when economic control freaks try to skip out on consequences they impose.  Deep political thinkers whose worldview reads like John Lennon lyrics dream of a world without guns.  An unfortunately high quantity of victims have already seen cruelly twisted samples of restrictions.  Ending up with criminals preying upon disarmed innocent people isn’t exactly how scheming was supposed to unfold.

Those brave enough to envision a life without struggles wish there were a way to get stuff without buying it.  If that sounds childish, then congratulations on grasping the Democratic platform.  The political philosophy of literally giving stuff away sounds great unless you want money to be worth something, things to be worthwhile, and existence to be worthy.

Cash made people greedy in the same sense guns cause crime.  Enlightened liberals strive to get money out of our lives.  Alleged greed foes accomplished their mission in a manner that didn’t quite work out as planned.  The president’s victims can’t buy groceries with irony, so you’ll have to hope that merchants accept karma in exchange for frozen pizzas.

Why won’t such a loving administration work harder to spread wealth?  It only takes handing it out, which would end class warfare.  Enough entitlements will convert us into the rich people we hate.  Just print more bills so we never have to worry.  If anyone can outpace inflation, it’s our loving and efficient government.

This is the worst time to take care of social media for a restaurant.  Wokesters whining about prices after voting for inflation is the only sort of rich that’s presently tolerated.  Kvetchers should step away from keyboards and notice everything everywhere is more expensive following their dream agenda becoming reality.  Make sure you didn’t back the cause before lamenting the effects.

Alleged mechanics are fixing cars with napalm.  Righteous arson is the only gasoline use approved by liberals.  Thinking life can be free of fear creates more of it if you thought Democrats were unproductive.  Not bothering to align what they’re thinking with what everyone’s seeing is part of their ideology.

Preening is especially daft considering they spread depression like it’s birthday cake.  Scolding servers for price increases is how they selflessly express joy for the love they shared.

Slightly fewer crummy occurrences count as a blessing.  Those enduring travails may wish for more positive developments, but life’s victims rarely get a vote.  The Buffalo Bills just want 2023 to be tough under normal parameters.  Last season featured alarming adversity even by this franchise’s melodramatic standards.  Nothing would feel welcome like athletic stress on its own.

I don’t want to guess there’ll be less trauma during the upcoming season, as destiny sadistically enjoys being tempted.  An abandoned space station hitting the field seems unlikely.  But I don’t want to tempt the cosmos.  Last year taught us yet another lesson.  The set of circumstances faced last year can be classified as a Threat Level Midnight season.

A franchise best known for woe is proficient at breaking hearts.  But we’re still processing the time of trials. The previous stretch was emblematic even for a club whose season-by-season recap doubles as an emo kid’s diary.

The weather got worse during Western New York winters if you want to summarize how last year went.  Buffalo relocated to Detroit during what we can retroactively label the summery portion.  Conditions that were brutal by blizzard standards led to a surreal residency that seems like something dreamed.

The first ever NFL game that wasn’t finished reflected the new year starting with the toughest trauma yet.  We know the worst way possible to play one fewer than everyone else and never want to demand one ends while in progress again.

There’s never been a roster looked more like it was running on adrenaline fumes.  We can’t entirely blame exhaustion from anguish for a premature playoff exit.  The club looked outfoxed against Cincinnati as a matter of play and strategy.  But weariness from more than one source certainly didn’t help.

Review ordeals therapeutically in order to cope with what’s happened.  Dawson Knox losing his brother was a nightmare that made playoff seeding the least important thing possible.  Summoning the energy to compete feel both arduous and pointless.  Worrying about the well-being of people connected to the franchise is the sort of perspective we wish we didn’t gain.  

It’s tough to work while worried about the boss.  Kim Pegula coping with health issues was the least anticipated injured reserve move.  Fans wish the owner along with hurt players a swift recovery so they can feel at their best again.  Seeing her watch Damar Hamlin practice is doubly remarkable.

Regular injuries seem minor only by comparison as they devastate players and efforts.  The NFL still waiting for a team that hasn’t coped with injuries.  But Buffalo still saw an inordinate number of defensive players sidelined for what’s already this team’s Frank Stallone of aspects.

Calculating their chances in June is as foolhardy as it is understandable.  Trying to not get ahead of oneself is tricky for a sport and team his beloved.  Projections of downfall offer strange comfort as wallowers determine bracing for apocalypse means being prepared.  If alien dinosaurs invade, at least pessimists will have rehearsed the scenario.

The sense the Bills declined even with an impressive record might show factoring in the curse placed on the Bills by a gypsy.  Worst of all, the franchise didn’t even seem to do anything to tempt fate beyond existing.  The Bills didn’t trade Babe Ruth or burn the lease in a trophy bowl. This team merely committed the crime of being in Buffalo.

The Moon hasn’t run into our planet yet, but keep an eye out for werewolves just in case.  The surest way for things to get worse is to proclaim it can’t happen.  The universe is cruel in its sense of humor like that.  Don Rickles was right about everything.  

Still, the cautiously optimistic can anticipate a lack of unfathomable external torment in consecutive seasons.  Last year made Macbeth seem like a Mister Bean short.  The good news is a season with any worse incidents will qualify us for an insurance settlement.

A percentage of football soothsayers have based forecasts on what’s ideally an aberration.  Figuring the the window is closing for the Bills neglects how many catastrophes occurred.  Morrissey reading from the Book of Job would feature less of a gloomy perspective than a recap of 2022.

Any franchise with a remarkable quarterback has a good chance in what we call the Josh Allen factor.  But projections must also account for how many uncommon challenges chose to inflict themselves simultaneously.

Getting used to how much life sucks is the one good thing about withstanding struggles.  There sure seems to be quite a bit of character development.  Waiting for the reward that’s never going to equal the setbacks but may as well be accepted as karma’s consolation prize.

The only option is to persevere.  Existence is not exactly requesting compliance.  The Bills did the best they could during the worst.  Fans can question Sean McDermott’s in-game management while lauding his efforts to lead this franchise through its quest.  Sympathy abounds for a team for coming off a year that felt acutely human.  Hope despite history is our brand.

There’s not much to presently treasure, which makes each valued item more special.  This White House emphasizes paucity’s virtue.  Cherish small victories, like how things could be worse.  For one, we could have a competently smart administration which would trick citizens into adoring government.  Blessedly, Kamala Harris moronic even by vice presidential standards.  Thank her for maintaining the status of the most irrelevant office.

Kamala serves as the perfect vice president for Joe Biden in her way.  Listen to her explain why she’s an asset for comic relief.  Her beloved hobby of trying to run out the clock is surely the sign of a towering intellect.  Bart Simpson described what Libya is like without knowing as inspiration for our nation’s top underachiever.

The best case is casting her irksome compensations for struggling to think clearly as charming.  A time-filling cackle while waiting for a coherent thought is as endearing as a Bud Light campaign.  As for another beloved television character she shouldn’t imitate, there’s no seemingly improvised script like Michael Scott vainly trying to come up with something wise before the sentence’s end. This single-camera term has no laugh track.

The first in line is so undisciplined that she occasionally admits what she’s thinking, which is terrible for re-election prospects. Harris’s gaffes reveal her beliefs.

Particularly vicious suckers thought she was inspirational.  It seemed that way right until she spoke.  She can’t even fake charisma while delivering prepared lines Barack Obama-style.  Anyone who heard the previous official Democratic president without a script at least grasps why his semipermanent struggling economy offered a preview of today’s ubiquitous malaise.  The best case is sabotage.

The liberal quality of presuming what’s awesome in their minds will be so in practice works great except for events and people.  Printing more cash to get rich is just going to take another couple pallets.  Ruining what they announce they fix intersects with their creepy idolization of their figureheads.  Harris was supposed to be their next savior, which is a lot of pressure for someone who can’t speak unsupervised.  RBG is their Dylan.

Figuring everything they think will occur gets even worse when they patronize those they claim to help.  Fight racism by treating disadvantaged groups as requiring special assistance for an extra ironic dose.  Promoting on superficial characteristics shows affirmative action is negatively passive.

Promoting on complexion is how we illustrate tolerance in these supremely enlightened times.  Looking for good candidates is regressive.  Start seeing color to be tolerant.  Check for gender, too, as long as you’re not a pronoun-hater who presumes it.

Finding good Democrats is a struggle from the start.  That particular misguided faction is already handicapped by their regrettable ideas.  One of those happens to be promoting based on perceptions of oppression regarding people they infuse with dignity by deeming helpless.  Putting allegedly progressive beliefs into practice once again causes the harm adherents claim to heal.  Harris shows what happens when her side gets her way.  Man, they oversee lots of unfairness.

The only way to exacerbate a system rigged against success is to promote failures.  Cruel Democrats setting up an emblematic dunce for failure, which in turn set back her precedent.  Other women should despise her for lack of cerebral firepower even by the role’s rather low standards.  An entirely capable gender’s members have to assure prospective employers that they won’t embarrass the company the way the Senate tiebreaker does.

There’s still a chance first good female vice president if you’d like to inspire the next generation.  This isn’t even some right-wing creepy hashtag lunatic conspiracy: her superior explicitly stated her qualification was her gender.  Biden announced he was choosing someone because she’s a she.  The worst way to make this president look bad is to quote him.

To be fair, Harris is good at one job.  An affair we wish we couldn’t remember flaunted a certain type of career skill.  There’s no more horrible example for women than her accurately explaining how she got her start.  She breezed to the top if we’re using synonyms.  The professional expects praise for genitalia style while getting promoted for manipulating those of the other.

It’s quite a relief that only Republicans are nitwits unlike the Party of Biden.  Dan Quayle was the dumb one, according to defenders of the all-time doltish present duty-filler.  And Sarah Palin committed the crime of being a woman who didn’t agree with oh so objective journalists, which is why she had to be demonized as the stupidest monster of our time.  By contrast, Harris functions as a media invention created by undercover journalistic flunkies who are just as gifted as she is.

Vice presidents should stay irrelevant.  Biden remains the perfect example.  There’s never been a better case against promoting members of a job category.  The usual course should remain getting treated like an integral part of an administration during a campaign then given the tasks of a casino greeter during it.

The chief responsibility hopefully never comes into play the same way a paramedic’s shift is ideally dull.  Observers try not to be ghoulish while remaining practical.  Wish a happy and long retirement to a president who’s older than the Los Alamos Laboratory while remembering the one way to make the Biden administration worse would be him not being in it.

The president has too much influence, as seen by the quantity and intensity of rude twerps these days.  Unpleasantness is even more rampant than in normal stupid human times.  Everything is supposed to be the opposite in one of those perpetually confusing Democratic moments.  Everyone should feel blissful, what with all of our needs are being addressed.  You get all the free cash you can pocket, and yet you still don’t thank the guy who stuffed the greeting card.

The notion that Joe Biden is a nice guy is as bogus as Bidenomics.  An entirely phony term suckers the willing as everyone who didn’t fall for a mortifying shtick suffers.  Take a break from his personality and regrettable performance to focus on his corruption.

An allegedly kindly grandpa isn’t my kind of grandpa.  That’s especially the case when he can’t account for all of them.  Math is tricky for the incumbent.  Have you seen the debt?  The papa’s quantity of grandkids is like liberal meddling: it doesn’t add up.

Perceptively decent people have known he was going to suck at being president based on decades of counterproductive training.  Biden has obviously been a sleaze for as long as he’s mangled every last issue.  The saddest cultists fell for it just like they do his risible boasts of unabashed progress.

A scumbag is swell if you believe the same journalists who helpfully note inflation is less worse than at this point last year.  Reality is all about image to those who don’t possess identities.  This president really is the perfect liberal.  Putting his ideology into practice to warn is the one nice thing he does.

Biden is committed to the bit.  Get through the rest of this term by noting the wholesale misery that follows him implementing his dreams discredits what he believes.  Results are despised by statist disciples who tire from ceaseless cognitive dissonance.  Getting what he wants leads to nobody getting much of anything.

Biden’s ninth decade isn’t the first where he’s disagreeable.  He can’t blame dementia even if he remembered.  Abhorrence from this particular fossil is nothing new.  The leader of what was once the free world didn’t evolve as he aged, which is fine if you start off smart and decent.  A cheating middling law student turned into a corrupt supply chain-breaking president.

Consistency over time is a drawback for bastards.  The executive hasn’t grown as a person even as he’s ascended to yet another wholly undeserved office.  Biden proved the Peter principle about half a century ago.  A person born while World War II’s result was still in doubt is not mellower and certainly not wiser well into this century.

Misinterpreting every aspect of existence is bound to spur crankiness.  It’s no wonder Biden is such a horse’s ass.  A disagreeable disposition organically results from being wrong about everything from the moment he entered alleged public service.  President Sunshine is precisely incorrect about every domestic and international policy, but he’s on point everywhere else.

Thank heavens he’s a jerk: we wouldn’t want coping with his consequences to get tricky.  His routine outbursts have not aided anyone who’s requested bills in lieu of online financial shifting in the hopes the paper might be worth burning.  Observation runs counter to rather dubious assertions that we’re dealing with a swell fellow.

Utter failure makes it easier to loathe the perpetrator.  It’s not like Biden’s an insufferable fiend who gets things done or exhibits a big identity with wild mood swings: the ceaselessly irritable leader is only a taskmaster when it comes to making money worthless.

Biden gives hope to everyone claiming to be what they aren’t.  An altruistic inflation-fighter just happens to be the Bizarro version.  Make-believe time should be limited to Dungeons & Dragons.  Biden’s minions inhabiting the fantasy realm they created to escape the drudgery he imposes show that intense Democratic gaming really does affect one’s perception of reality.

Biden’s values are expressed personally.  It’s not a compliment even though he’d take it as such, presuming he understood all the words.  A shove-based philosophy reflects his nature.  The progressive propensity for announcing something is happening because that’s what they believe is supposed to occur hasn’t yet worked.  It’s the closest they come to a good idea.

That goofball is packed with fascinating quirks.  Did you know Biden likes ice cream?  He’s one of those types who thinks it tastes good.  Enjoying the same frosty dessert every other human ever does is the most interesting thing about the embodiment of churlishness.  The price per pint will spike before you reach the registers.  Like calories, wallets are empty.

This unfortunate term’s nicest part is feeling unbridled animosity toward someone who deserves it.  Victims don’t have to feel conflicted about cussing out the prototypical politician.  We’ll never face ambivalence about a decent chap who couldn’t quite get bread to be affordable or trains to stay on tracks.

This presidency has been as disgraceful as Biden’s personality,  A nasty buffoon offers none of the benefits associated with soulless ruthlessness.  The presidency is a success otherwise.  Character reflects performance, which is why he’s so rotten at both.