Anyone else as tired of Rebecca Leber’s emissions as I am?
New Republic can KMA!
Get a Johnsonville Brat, load it with mustard and onions, and watch liberal heads explode.
I’ll go out and burn some tires on the 4th and say it’s my tribute to Winnie the Mandela.
I will be doing burgers, chicken breasts, and my special ham steaks with apples and cinnamon.
And grilled AND boiled corn on the cob.
And to save time, store-bought potato salad, with mustard, and macaroni salad on the side.
Hope they don’t like that one bit.
My famous burgers. Out of my cold, dead hands.
“Here is Rebecca Leber of The New Republic as she tries to guilt trip you over hot dog and hamburger carbon emissions:”
Irrelevant. Rebecca is a neo-Nazi pig.
My wife will be cooking our dinner inside tomorrow, but now that I have been made aware of Ms.Party Pooper’s admonitions, I have the urge to fire up the grill anyway —just because. Maybe I ‘ll have a couple pipes of good old American burley while I ‘m at it. And maybe I ‘ll take a selfie and send it to her.
They have to be the most unhappy people on the planet.
Eating hot dogs and hamburgers is racist. Black lives matter!
Who reads the “New Republic?” We need to only laugh at them and their idiocy.
We’re planning a barbecue burgerfest tomorrow and fireworks after dark. Just watered our freshly mowed (gasoline mower) grass and may take a Sunday drive in our gas guzzling SUV this weekend. Happy Independence Day, everyone!
Oh yeah, lots of American flags flying high in our neighborhood but I don’t see a single rainblow flag.
New taboos about norms.
Norms that extend through millennia.
Let them eat Ribeye! Hot dogs and burgers are for the little kids...
And there is no better time to barbecue that spotted owl you may have in the freezer in the rub or sauce of your choosing (I'm not gonna start the Carolina/Memphis/Texas style barbecue wars).
What’s the point of going on anyway without burgers and dogs? I mean, there are quality of life issues that have to be considered here.
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I like to think of myself as a smart woman. I got my daughter and her then boyfriend a Big Green Egg for Christmas. They’re tying the knot next June. And my daughter’s future father-in-law has been to BBQ school (whatever that is) so he’s passing along his knowledge. I told them if I’m invited to dinner I’ll buy whatever meat they want.
Last I checked, the amount of CO2 in our atmosphere is .004%. Yet in Algore’s movie, when he gets on the scissor jack in front of that giant graph, he made it look like the CO2 amount had skyrocketed. Never trust a graph without units.
So, all our emissions will raise it to .00401%?
Get me a burger sammitch!