Call it "Farmer to table" and we've got a a solution for the folks who grew soybeans they can't sell this year, too.

Only a few steps away from Swiftian satire. First we abolish the "welfare state" forcing single mothers to give up their children to survive. Then we collect the orphans into Dickensian orphanage work camps. After their productive value is exhausted, we eat them! A positively literary solution.

Conversely, if you're not old enough to be trusted alone in Target, maybe you shouldn't be driving.

Cool! But his do I edit typos?

#weneedaneditbutton

I mean, yeah, the town has a long history of timber processing and, lumber production, and building with wood. They don't call it Stumptown for nothing.

Previous shutdowns didn't have a guy at the head of OMB who stated his intent to "traumatize" public employees, so it does seem a little different this time.

Because yellow stars don't show up as well when tattooed as they do pinned to your chest?