Import Export

 

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Look, we're all in favor of fair trade and that's exactly it. Why should the poor citizens of the United States of America have to put up with British import Harry and his simpering LA D-List actress wannabe-but-never-will-be Queen figure? Why, why should we, it's unfair. 

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Fortunately the selfless royal couple are attempting to redress this shocking trade imbalance on their own, by self-deporting. Why? Because the evil Orange Dictator insists, like a typical and literal Nazi that his country should and does have an enforceable border. Wow. What. A. Fascist. Such unendurable tyranny for the unelected, fabulously wealthy, privileged, entitled, utterly selfless royal couple. So maybe Harry and Meghan will return to the Sceptered Isle, as an export.

Fierce

Not everyone's happy about this in the UK. A 14 year old Scottish girl was seen protesting with axe and knife. Can you blame her? She's been arrested, we hope, by agents of the Crown.

Savage

Prince Harry was a perfectly good and popular officer in the British Army until he was bewitched by the Californian Simperer-in-Chief. Will the UK have them back? Will the brave young savage girl with axe and knife repel the imports or will Harry and beloved no-talent Meghan set up in England at taxpayer expense?

Stay tuned, and as always, you be the judge,

LSP

World Leaders Walk The Runway - Tariff Edition

 

Tariffs? Yes indeed, fair trad forever. There's even a video, check it out:

What a compelling fashion show! Thanks, Random Reality.

Cheers,

LSP

Chicken

 

There's chicken, as in we're going to tariff all you asset stripping Quislings and your globalist offshore cronies, so bring it on if you dare, and then there's chicken, as in the meat. In full sympathy with the former, I cheerfully set about the inward spirit of the thing with the latter, buying a 4 Pack of skin on, bone in thighs.

Unlike steak, at least for now, these tasty little beasts are still affordable, coming in at a mere 6 bucks a pack, and they're made in America, which is what it's all about. So look down upon those thighs with glowing favor like the patriot you are, and get to work.

 

Step One: Fire up the grill, I use a whole funnel of charcoal. Step Two: Wash the chicken in case RFK Jnr hasn't caught all the chemicals, and pat 'em dry with paper towel. Step Three: Brush the chicks with olive oil and apply salt and pepper to both sides. You may or may not trim excess skin. I don't, surely that extra, crispy chicken skin adds to the net result. Step Four: Place thighs in fridge and empty the funnel into one half of the grill kettle, you're going for indirect heat, obviously. Well done, you've got this far.

Maybe you take a breather at this point, but don't wander off task, you want those coals hot. That in mind, oil up the grill grate, place over heat and cover the thing with its lid. Idea being to heat up grate and kettle like an oven, those thighs should sizzle when they hit the grate. That's Step Five, Step Six is simple. Put the thighs on the grate near to but not over the coals, then cover for around 30 or 40 minutes. Let the heat do its thing while you listen to the good old Grateful Dead, Lully, Glinka, Waylon, Cash, Blue Oyster Cult and all of that. A pleasant interlude.

Then boom, time to take the lid off that grill and behold succulent thighs, juices running clear. Result, near perfection. Is there a next step, beyond eating the tasty little beasts? Some say there is and I've been following their advice, it's this. Brush the chicken with your BBQ sauce of choice, I'm using Stubbs, you probably make your own, turn meat to heat, brush other side, cover for a few minutes and repeat. The sauce will caramelize and char; be careful though, you don't want to burn the thighs, unless you like that. Some do, no rule.

Mission accomplished, serve that chicken up and fall upon your scoff.

Like a warrior,

LSP