Many years ago, when I was a wee slip of a lad, our President at the time, George Herbert Walker Bush, he of 'Read My Lips. No New Taxes,' declared war on a vegetable that I presume had been minding its own business, broccoli. So much for lips that taste broccoli will never be taxed, I guess.
I, on the other hand, enjoy most vegetables, the current occupant of the White House excluded, though I'm not an enthusiastic supporter of Brussel Sprouts (and stop telling me 'you just haven't had sprouts prepared properly; there is no proper way) but the first President Bush couldn't spare even one point of light when it came to broccoli.
Turns out, Great Britain didn't spare very much more than that either. And somewhere Russ Giguere weeps.
-bill kenny
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Thursday, February 20, 2020
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