Off the subject a little.  In 1978 I was an ATC instructor working at Keesler AFB in Biloxi, MS.  At this time we usually had 3 o4 Iranian students in every class. I also did some flight instructing at the base aero club and sometimes flew a Cessna 206 for some shrimp boats chasing parts and whatever else they needed.  One Friday night I got a call from the boat scheduler asking if I would be interested in a flight to an airport near Atlanta that night.  When I arrived at Gulfport airport I found 3 Irainian female students that had been in my class a few months before.  They remembered me and we had a good talk.  They had just graduated and wanted to defect to America.  During the flight they told me that things were going to hell in a handbasket back in Iran and they knew it would not be good for women and minorities.  About 6 months later the Shah abducted and we know what happened next.  I dropped them off at a small airport southwest of Atlanta, there were people there to meet them, gave them a good welcome.  One lady sat up front with me very interested in the instruments, communications and navigation.  I often wondered what has happened to them.

A married couple got in a terrible accident where the woman's face was severely burned.

The doctor told the husband that they couldn't graft any skin from her body because she was too skinny. So the husband offered to donate some of his own skin. However, the only skin on his body that the doctor felt was suitable would have to come from his buttocks. The husband and wife agreed that they would tell no one about where the skin came from, and requested that the doctor also honor their secret. After all, this was a very delicate matter.

After the surgery was completed, everyone was astounded at the woman's new beauty. All her friends and relatives just went on and on about how youthful she looked! One day, she was alone with her husband, and she was overcome with emotion at his sacrifice. She said, "Dear, I just want to thank you for everything you did for me. There is no way I could ever repay you."

"My darling," he replied, "think nothing of it. I get all the thanks I need every time I see your mother kiss you on the cheek.”

They just tossed his ass out.  216 Yay to 210 Nay
https://www.cnn.com/politics/live-news/matt-gaetz-kevin-mccarthy-house-speakership-10-03-23/index.html

Hmmmm.... and just where does the electricity come from that is needed to charge the ev's??

Windmills in DC when congress is in session

I was based at Keesler AFB (Biloxi, MS) in the late 70's.  There were 2 Hurricane Hunter squadrons there at that time one was a reserve outfit if my memory is correct.  I had a part time job as flight instructor with the aero club and other instructor was pilot with the active duty hurricane squadron.  I did take a ride through Hurricane Frederick and, shall we say, it was interesting.  I still have the headset I used during that flight.

You’ll understand
Man walks out to the street and catches a taxi just going by. He gets into the taxi, and the cabbie says, “Perfect timing. You’re just like Frank.”
Passenger: “Who?”
Cabbie: “Frank Feldman. He’s a guy who did everything right all the time.
Passenger: “There are always a few clouds over everybody.”
Cabbie: “Not Frank Feldman. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand Slam at tennis. 
He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and you should have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy.” Passenger: “Sounds like he was really something special.”
Cabbie: “There’s more. He had a memory like a computer. 
He remembered everybody’s birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order, and which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But Frank Feldman could do everything right every single time.”
Passenger: “Wow, what a guy!”
Cabbie: “He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But Frank never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good.
He would never answer her back even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too.
He was the perfect man! He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to Frank Feldman.”
Passenger: “How did you meet him?”
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Cabbie: “I never actually met Frank. He died and I married his wife.”

Lotta truth to this

June 14th is Flag Day, only one day.  So they took the 'L' out of Flag and gave them the whole month.