I’m trying to exercise the power of positive thinking, but I realize there are no guarantees. As my grandmother liked to tell me, “If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride.”
The yam knows a lot about “fumes” – just look at all the fuming he’s been doing outside the Manhattan courtroom four days a week. I suspect the fumes will become even fouler when Judge Merchan agrees with the prosecution concerning the yam’s exceeding the boundaries of the limited gag order the Judge imposed. However, I doubt it will slow his fictional tirades until he ends up spending time in the grey-bar hotel and then has to come to court the next day in a jump suit.
Here’s another thought. When I want to comment on a post from an obvious troll or bot, I copy the B S to which I’m going to reply, then go to the bottom of the entire string of comments, and post my comment there. I preface the comment with “@troll/bot”, then with “Above you say”, insert the copied text, and blast away.
Above you say “NY Sunday crossword is even better! I have the book of 500.”
When you tire of those, try the double-crostics edited by Will Shortz. The one I finally solved last night required knowledge of 19th-century Chinese history, the sport of bicycle racing, amphibians native to Mexico, Macedonian history, and the Krakatoa volcano. The one I’ve just started requires knowledge of a storied English sport, mythological spirits (cultural connection not given, so you’re left to figure out if it’s Oriental, Scandinavian, European, or Native American), and the geography of the Indian sub-continent.
I’m trying to exercise the power of positive thinking, but I realize there are no guarantees. As my grandmother liked to tell me, “If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride.”