Rich Burke

I saw a fantasy author in all seriousness mock "nerds" recently and had to wonder: When did nerds get booted from this scene? Did I miss the memo? Any other proud nerds here doing their thing without apology?

A senior U.S. official says an Iran nuclear deal could be signed within days - Reuters

🚨 Oregon Democrats are actually trying to BAN hunting and fishing. If this insane proposal passes, it would criminalize killing animals for food, hunting, fishing, or even research. These clowns want to turn Oregon into some vegan utopia where you can’t feed your family the way humans have for centuries. After letting cities turn into homeless camps and crime zones, now they’re coming for rural Americans way of life. This is peak out-of-touch leftist nonsense.

Elon: Hits $1 trillion. Democrats: “Wish we could steal that.”

The Supreme Court is allowing Republican politicians to wipe out Black political representation and power. We need to make it impossible for politicians or the courts to manipulate these maps once and for all.

Showing me that 4th of July fireworks displays can be even more fun with the 37mm launcher Definitely need one of these 🇺🇸

Say something nice about Chicago.

Our Beautiful Irish nation that suffered from the "No blacks, no dogs, no Irish" prejudice must refuse to inflict similar intolerance on others. 🇮🇪 Remember we Irish have biggest mass immigration around the world, and “You don’t get to be proud of your heritage, plights and fights for freedom while kneeling on the neck of another”.

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In America, a warehouse store. A fully roasted chicken costs five dollars, the raw chicken beside it costs seven, and I stood between them like a man between two truths. Golden. Hot. Seasoned. Spinning in glory under the lights, in a line of its brothers. Four dollars and ninety-nine cents. I checked the raw birds. Seven dollars. Pale. Cold. You must do everything yourself. This is not commerce. Commerce does not move backward. Somewhere in this building, mathematics lies defeated. I asked the man at the counter. "How is the cooked bird cheaper than the raw bird?" "Been five bucks forever. They keep it that way." "But the store loses." "Yep. On purpose." On purpose. I held my receipt with both hands. In my land, a lord who lowered the price of rice in a hard winter was remembered for generations. They built him a small shrine. This store does it every day, with chicken, and tells no one. A woman behind me grew tired of my reverence. "It's just a chicken, sir." It is not just a chicken. It is a wound the merchant takes on purpose, so that anyone, on any day, with five dollars, eats like a lord. The bird is the message. The price is the vow. I will confess: I bought two. I did not need two. The second was not hunger. It was gratitude, and it was delicious. Some prices are not prices. They are promises. I return every week now. I take one bird. I bow toward the deli, briefly, so as not to alarm the staff. They have begun nodding back. The vow holds. The bird turns. Five dollars. Long may it spin.