My partner calls me a cat because I can catch flies. Good reaction time, hand-eye coordination, likely from being a former hockey goalie in uni. If I drop something, I can often manage to catch it with the same hand I dropped it from, which is usually pretty neat.
Not so long ago I was drying a sharp kitchen knife.






























He’s not complaining about housing prices. He’s selling a risk to other republicans while playing the base.
He’s not wrong. He’s telling republicans that they’ve gone too far, and if they don’t course correct back to the illusion of a middle class, more voters will look to socialist policy. This is the ping-pong of every civilization.