Man can not live on bread alone. Women can. Freakin-a, we can live on a package of crumbled crackers we've tossed to the bottom of our purses if we have to. But not men. (...very little real diet willpower.)
I guess chickens were in the right place at the right time when the egg industry was first developing. Now its their little baby and to heck with their cousins the turkey or the grand old bald eagle or tiny robin. You'll never find a 12-pack of their eggs on the grocery shelves. And you'll never know the full-bodied flavor of a mushroom and onion condor omelet. We think we have freedom of choice. Bah. Not as long as this despicable chicken egg monopoly continues.
New York is getting ready to celebrate its 225th anniversary into statehood. Hmmm. Exactly how long are we supposed to keep up this "new" bit anyway? This goes for you other "new states" too. Come on, you're pushing 300 already. Accept it. The newness is over. I'm personally going to drop the "new" part just because somebody has to have the guts not to carry on with the charade. I'm thinking "York II". Sort of has a classy feel to it, don't you think?