Protesters heckled Florida Attorney General Pam Bondi on Friday at a showing of a documentary about children’s TV host Fred Rogers, challenging her support of the Trump administration’s stance on immigration and the state’s decision to join a lawsuit against the Affordable Care Act.

Protesters heckle Florida AG Pam Bondi outside showing of Mr. Rogers documentary

I is nice to have a police escort to get yourself out of harms way. Unfortunately that is not the case for the rest of Floridians that are not elected officials and quality for Law Enforcement protection.

While Ms. Bondi is not a petite woman, I doubt she has the Kung Fu skills to deal with a mob hand to hand. And most of all when one in the mob coming after her was not just of a regular size:

This gentleman was pushed away by Bondi’s escorting officers after he kept following her into the parking lot.  I am sure that most of us (including Ms. Bondi) would not be “cowards” and engage in an unarmed physical fight with this guy if attacked, right?

“I’ll take ‘Disparity of Force’ for $200, Alex.”

If you do not know what Disparity of Force means, Google it.

The chances of her supporters bumping into a Cabinet member are pretty low, but the desire to be assholes will remain pumped. So they will go after anybody that they think fits the bill and will behave in a manner that will eventually create a violent response.

The goal? Little Ole Maxine will them come out in front of the cameras to lament the inbred violence of the Republicans and how we need to get rid of them and the toxic President in the White House. She wants he supporters to go poke people because she does not have the gumption of doing so herself.

There is going to be a problem with that. Only the few truly fanatical will give the stalkers a pass when retribution happens. Most people will either support the incoming payback or do not care about broken bones and split heads that will occur when somebody gets harassed by a mob and decides he will not be polite. And worse of all, nobody will give a shit about the harassers waving the Victim Card and more likely will tell the to shove it up their collective arses.

On a related note, unchecked mobs of fanatics coming at you because they do not like what you represent, make a very compelling case of magazine capacity above the 7 to 10 rounds.

Apparently, you can only eat foods that go along with your political beliefs or risk consequences.

Does that mean I can beat the shit out of any members of La Raza or Anarchist assholes that I catch wolfing down a Big Mac? They hate America so, they shouldn’t be eating America’s food. That goes for any New York Intellectual/Intelligentsia chomping on some BBQ ribs or brisket but who has no issues crapping on the South and all Fly-Over states.

Please, do not give us ideas.

PS: You are not allowed to eat Venezuelan food. Mostly because there is not that much left and they are starving to death.
Yes, I made bad joke.

My wife needed to buy lye for some reason.  It has something to do with tradition fabric dyeing techniques.

She bought food grade lye.  I had to do some kitchen chemistry.

I have a bread machine so I used the dough setting to make some pretzel dough – water, sugar, salt, butter, AP flour, yeast.

I rolled out the dough and cut in into short strips with a pizza cutter.

I put a heaping tablespoon of lye in near boiling water and submerged the dough strips in batches in the lye solution for about a minute.  The pH was 14, checked with litmus strips.

I put the in the oven to bake at 450F for 15 minutes.

Huzzah, Laugengebäck!!!

Actually rolling out and twisting pretzels was more than I was ready to do, lye rolls would suffice.

They may not be the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen but the texture and pretzel flavor is perfect.  Much more “pretzelly” than the pretzel rolls you buy in the store made with baking soda.

Warm with some melted butter and yellow mustard and they hit the spot.

These are a key ingredient to the most Teutonic sandwich ever.  Braunschweiger with butter and mustard on a warm pretzel bun.  Have one and you will have the overwhelming desire to invade your neighbor for lebensraum.

Now I need to work on a mustard beer cheese dipping sauce and I’ll have the perfect party food.

I hate travel.

Yeah, I know that makes me some sort of knuckle dragging barnacle, but it’s true.  To me, travel is just shitting on a stranger’s toilet.

I’ll go some place for a day or maybe overnight, but that’s it.  I’ll take a day trip to Birmingham or Nashville.  When I lived in the Mid West, I’d go to the Wisconsin Dells or Holiday World in Indiana.  When I lived in Florida, I’d do an overnight in the Keys or to Universal Studios in Orlando.

One night in a hotel is about my limit and I hate flying.

Ask me to leave the country and you might as well ask me to remove a foot with a hacksaw.

I had a coworker who went to Hawaii for a week.  I asked her how much that cost.  It was a “moderate trip” and only cost $7,000.

I almost had a stroke.  That’s a year’s worth of daycare or nine months of truck payments.  Fuck that noise.  I have the Travel Channel and a HD TV, I’m good.

With my weekend trips, everything was discounted.

My wife worked at a summer camp in the Dells, so we got 50% off everything (she was a teacher so this what she did over the summer).   My dad had a friend and client who had a houseboat in the Keys so would let us stay there for free.  With Florida ID, is it possible to get discounted park passes during the off season, and my mom would get us discounts through the vendors of the restaurant supply through the deli.

If I have to pay full price for a vacation, it’s not happening.  Even then, I’ve never come away from a vacation in not had some buyer’s remorse about it.

I’ve never gone on a trip longer than a day and said “I’m glad I spent the money on that, it was worth every penny.”

I was talking with another coworker on Friday about fishing.  I’m not much into it but he is, and I knew about some good places in South Florida.  A third coworker (not the one who went to Hawaii) said “why not go do Belize?”

He then explained weekend trips to Belize for fishing and snorkeling.

What the fuck?  Belize only ranks No. 3 for highest murder rates.  So yeah, fly to a jungle shit hole and risk robbery, kidnapping, and murder for some fishing.

Then he started talking about his other worldly travels.  The year he spent working as a dock hand in Australia.

Now, I don’t like this guy, for various reasons, but his Australia story really sunk it for me.  He did it AFTER he finished college.

I made up my mind long ago that if I ever interviewed a candidate for a job and there was a blank space on a resume and I asked why and the answer was some variant of “well, after college I decided to travel and see…”

The interview is over.  Done.  Get out.

You just finished school. All your knowledge is fresh in your brain.  What do you do? Take a year long vacation because your “young and have the rest of your life to work.”

Yeah… bullshit.  All that says to me is that you are not serious and kind of selfish.

Now, before you call me a hypocrite for being all over the country, I’ve worked or gone to school all over.  I have nothing against moving and being productive in various places.

You want to spend a year in Australia, the mines and railroads are always looking for engineers to work in the Outback.  There are all sorts of contract jobs you can take in rural parts of the world for a year.  Go mine Uranium in Yellowknife.

It is that vacation travel irks me and extended idol travel infuriates me.

Maybe everything is wrong with me, but by the last night of a three day weekend, I’m saying to myself “I have to get back to work.”

Travel is diametrically opposed to that and I hate it.