I’m sorry, but after hearing her latest word salad, I have to ask, “Is the Vice President of the United States of America an idiot, a cackling idiot?” Okay, wrong words. Offensive, right? Try, “Did the Vice President of the United States go to school? That’s better because the word idiot has fallen out of favor among psychologists, and it certainly breaks the rules of political correctness. Plus, asking whether or not she is an idiot is just a juvenile form of name calling (K is an idiot; K is an idiot; K is an idiot; K is…).
As she babbles her way through public appearances, VP Harris provides little evidence that she ever took courses in English. And what of philosophy or logic? Sorry, not seein’ it.
Making the transition from omnivore to carnivore has been somewhat of a challenge for me. Weaning myself off veggies and grains is difficult after years of eating them. For a while I was eating a large salad for supper more than once per week. Pasta and bread? Lived on them growing up and throughout my adulthood. Pizza, too, for it is the “perfect food” with grains (the crust), veggies (basil or oregano and garlic), fruit (tomato), protein (pepperoni or sausage), fat (olive oil), occasionally fish (anchovies), and, of course, dairy (cheese). What other foods encapsulate eating the food pyramid as pizza does?
I remember my maternal grandmother making bread, pasta, sauce, and meatballs. When I was a kid and before others sat to eat, she would sneak me a slice of her hearty loaf dipped in the spaghetti sauce with a warning not to tell my mother that she might have spoiled my appetite. She made me a spaghetti lover for life. But I don’t indulge as I used to indulge. Grains and sugar are off the menu except during some days of weakness. Potatoes, also. Salads are taboo. For a carnivore, meats are the diet. And butter, also. The result? I’ve lost about 15 pounds and feel pretty good.
Ever been to one of those fancy restaurants where the wait staff has to ask, “Are there any dietary restrictions?” (Translation for the fast-food customer: “You got any strange food allergy that’ll make you die at our table?”) Not in Harris’s restaurant. It doesn’t matter who is sitting in her restaurant, from kids to adults, from domestic to foreign dignitaries, and from women’s organizations to union leaders. There’s only one item on her restaurant’s menu: Word Salad. “Eat this, and give me a five-star rating on Yelp.”
And that’s what the liberal patrons of Harris’s Salad Restaurant give. They love those salads. They rate them five-star. On The View, Sunny Hostin, who went to Notre Dame’s law school, defended the Harris menu: "I would add that as a lawyer, you’re generally told when you’re speaking, that you speak in threes, because that’s what people remember.” Here’s one of those salad “threes”: "And so for years we have worked to expand investment in community banks because, you see, community banks specialize in providing loans and financial assistance to small business owners, in particular those in overlooked and underserved communities, including rural communities. And as the name suggests, community banks are in the community.”
Freshman (Sorry, “first-year”) Composition 101? Speech 101? English for Foreign Language Speakers? Maybe she enrolled, but she didn’t attend. It’s a bit more believable that she majored in culinary science, specializing in salads. Lectures 1 through 15: Take whatever, chop it up, throw it in a bowl, mix, and serve. Every Democrat will love it.
Sorry, Chef. I know the nation has only one restaurant at this time and that there’s no other chef save the “Big Guy,” who, when he remembers where he is and what he’s saying, also offers salad words (“America is a nation that can be defined in a single word: Asufutimaehaehfutbw,” “All men and women are created by…you know the, you know the deal,” and “COVID has taken this year more than 100 year…Look, the lives…think about it…”).
What’s worse than having an idiot for a salad chef? Having two idiots as salad chefs. Could anyone possibly imagine the two carrying on a conversation about the menu?
VPOTUS: And what about the salads that are served with vegetables mixed with vegetables that are greens that people grow in gardens and that are mixed with greens?
POTUS: You know the deal. Look. Salads are 100, uh…My father used to take me to the salad bar in Scranton, where we ate salads…No joke…and he told me…And when I worked as a truck driver on a big rig and sat beside the swimming pool where little girls would feel the hair on my legs…We didn’t have a choice when we pulled out of Afghanistan…Climate…Look the weather is killing us…electric cars….
I’m done eating out. I’m done with salads. I’m eating at home and going full carnivore.
As she babbles her way through public appearances, VP Harris provides little evidence that she ever took courses in English. And what of philosophy or logic? Sorry, not seein’ it.
Making the transition from omnivore to carnivore has been somewhat of a challenge for me. Weaning myself off veggies and grains is difficult after years of eating them. For a while I was eating a large salad for supper more than once per week. Pasta and bread? Lived on them growing up and throughout my adulthood. Pizza, too, for it is the “perfect food” with grains (the crust), veggies (basil or oregano and garlic), fruit (tomato), protein (pepperoni or sausage), fat (olive oil), occasionally fish (anchovies), and, of course, dairy (cheese). What other foods encapsulate eating the food pyramid as pizza does?
I remember my maternal grandmother making bread, pasta, sauce, and meatballs. When I was a kid and before others sat to eat, she would sneak me a slice of her hearty loaf dipped in the spaghetti sauce with a warning not to tell my mother that she might have spoiled my appetite. She made me a spaghetti lover for life. But I don’t indulge as I used to indulge. Grains and sugar are off the menu except during some days of weakness. Potatoes, also. Salads are taboo. For a carnivore, meats are the diet. And butter, also. The result? I’ve lost about 15 pounds and feel pretty good.
Ever been to one of those fancy restaurants where the wait staff has to ask, “Are there any dietary restrictions?” (Translation for the fast-food customer: “You got any strange food allergy that’ll make you die at our table?”) Not in Harris’s restaurant. It doesn’t matter who is sitting in her restaurant, from kids to adults, from domestic to foreign dignitaries, and from women’s organizations to union leaders. There’s only one item on her restaurant’s menu: Word Salad. “Eat this, and give me a five-star rating on Yelp.”
And that’s what the liberal patrons of Harris’s Salad Restaurant give. They love those salads. They rate them five-star. On The View, Sunny Hostin, who went to Notre Dame’s law school, defended the Harris menu: "I would add that as a lawyer, you’re generally told when you’re speaking, that you speak in threes, because that’s what people remember.” Here’s one of those salad “threes”: "And so for years we have worked to expand investment in community banks because, you see, community banks specialize in providing loans and financial assistance to small business owners, in particular those in overlooked and underserved communities, including rural communities. And as the name suggests, community banks are in the community.”
Freshman (Sorry, “first-year”) Composition 101? Speech 101? English for Foreign Language Speakers? Maybe she enrolled, but she didn’t attend. It’s a bit more believable that she majored in culinary science, specializing in salads. Lectures 1 through 15: Take whatever, chop it up, throw it in a bowl, mix, and serve. Every Democrat will love it.
Sorry, Chef. I know the nation has only one restaurant at this time and that there’s no other chef save the “Big Guy,” who, when he remembers where he is and what he’s saying, also offers salad words (“America is a nation that can be defined in a single word: Asufutimaehaehfutbw,” “All men and women are created by…you know the, you know the deal,” and “COVID has taken this year more than 100 year…Look, the lives…think about it…”).
What’s worse than having an idiot for a salad chef? Having two idiots as salad chefs. Could anyone possibly imagine the two carrying on a conversation about the menu?
VPOTUS: And what about the salads that are served with vegetables mixed with vegetables that are greens that people grow in gardens and that are mixed with greens?
POTUS: You know the deal. Look. Salads are 100, uh…My father used to take me to the salad bar in Scranton, where we ate salads…No joke…and he told me…And when I worked as a truck driver on a big rig and sat beside the swimming pool where little girls would feel the hair on my legs…We didn’t have a choice when we pulled out of Afghanistan…Climate…Look the weather is killing us…electric cars….
I’m done eating out. I’m done with salads. I’m eating at home and going full carnivore.
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