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Elliott Management Group, the activist investor group on the airline's Board of Directors, (1) should have anticipated stuff like this, and (2) can take a long walk off a short pier. Read what happened. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Southwest Airlines Faces New Problem After Ending Free Bags Last year, Southwest Airlines made the surprising decision to begin charging customers for checked baggage, ending its longstanding "bags fly free" policy. Now, several months after ending free bags, Southwest is still having problems, and those problems have only seemed to be exacerbated by its new assigned seating policy. [...] https://www.yahoo.com/finance/news/southwest-airlines-faces-problem-ending-175508955.html

My thoughts exactly.

And here we go, sigh man... Mama T-B. called, all aysheep, aysheep senior she man man. This time, it's rather justified, see man: Her hospice outfit has been bought out and everyone is allegedly gone now, wow man. The new outfit (if rumor is correct) is HQ'd around DFW, rumored man. They do appear to have a proximal office, positive if true man. The noosering-casa is caucusing today at half-past 2 p.m. to gather info, si man. They have Many (2x2x2x2x2x2 +2x2x2) patients affected, that's a lot man. Meanwhile, Mama T-B. (and we) have lost our very few capable/caring contacts, months to develop them man. Mama T-B. is catastrophizing, can't totally blame her man. We are preaching patience, noosering-casa won't leave anyone in the lurch man. But this is the last thing that either of us needs, and man.

It's hard, but your time will come. We all look forward to celebrating your future progress with you.

The key to your success throughout this legal-immigration process is to read carefully, interpret instructions literally, and answer completely & honestly. Interpret the instructions literally and provide what they want.

I had the same issue. I asked ChatGPT to provide the phone number and physical address of the SSA office nearest to me. It was very easy to get through, and the SSA people were surprisingly responsive.

Funny and frightening at the same time.

I've read this in several places, dating back at least months. Those states can take a long walk off a short pier.

This is a fascinating article. Browse town to town by using the arrow at right of the photos. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ These 15 American towns were once booming and are now barely surviving https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/these-15-american-towns-were-once-booming-and-are-now-barely-surviving/ss-AA1Vb0s8

The latter are Marinela, distributed by Bimbo Bakeries USA man. Former's box is gone, but we predict the same, predict we man. Everyone can die happy now that the truth is known, glee man.

Our friend Pooky, who went radio-silent for some time until returning, celebrates his 21-year anniversary on VJ as of 9 February 2026.

We have to be courteous to our Lobsterback invaders, ma'am.

Wow.

Governor HairGel for President!

Many folks will be quite interested in what you learn. Thanks for the offer, and good luck.

They often need supervisory approval. Rest easy. Be sure to report back with the good news!

Full report afterward, please!

Pulling for everyone's progress here.

Congratulations!

Yee-HAAAAA!

Thrilling Monday report, see man: Did not leave the casa all day, ensconced we man. Embedded ourself far too late on Sunday night and then couldn't zzz, late and no zzz man. We perhaps got an hour or two, grouchy we man. Breakfasted/skoolbused* Mini-B., bye wee man man. *by the way, radio silence from all skool & transpurtayshun personnel whom we wrote AGAIN, man Immediately tried Siesta #1, desperate we man. Siesta failed, man. We considered ourself unfit to do tax work, wait for Mama T-B.'s wrath we man. Worked on nagging issues such as credit-card disputes, nagged we man. Also dished/de-dished the warsher, domestic we man. Lunch was 2 turkey sandwiches, ingest we man. Siesta #2 was eventually undertaken, somewhat successful zzz man. Mini-B. arrived and demanded a snack, hungry wee man man. We nuked him a Costco mini-'za, nuke we man. Din-din was salad + hot dogs, ingest Two Guys man. This din-din is actually rather intense, see man: 1. De-bag shredded lettuce and embowl it, si man 2. Slice half-tomato for Mini-B., unkindest cut of all man Many. Add croutons to both bowls, add man Many. Add respective dressings to respective bowls, add man Many. Serve/ingest bowls, si man Many. De-package Many (2+2) hot dogs, denude the dogs man Many. Place dogs in nuke-safe dog-nuker, nuke dogs man Many. Separate buns from package, bifurcate buns man Many. Place opened buns on separate paper plates, place man Many. Pre-add mustard/ketchup to Mini-B.'s and ketchup to ours, pre-add man Many. Remove dogs from microwave and fork into buns, proper technique involved man Many. Serve/ingest dogs, si man Many. Up-wrap remaining half-tomato for use later in Two Guys week, it's a wrap man Many. Up-wrap remaining dogs for use later in Two Guys week, Wrap Artist we man This is more work than for almost any other Two Guys din-din, conclude we man. Mini-B. didn't want a movie night, oh well man. Later, attempted to caucus with Mini-B. to pick remaining hyskool courses, deadline soon man. Mini-B. insisted on texting an amigo (amiga?) and making us repeat ourself, we man. An argument ensued and skool activity was curtailed, curtail our tail with a carving-knife man. Hours later, Mini-B. emerged and semi-promised that we'd do this on Tuesday, si man. We had spent those hours caucusing with ChatGPT to make some sense of the requirements, man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Must visit Mama T-B. on Tuesday, visit we man. We will have to lie about progress taxxing, sigh man. However, Subway coupons might finally be in weekly rainwater newspaper, hope we man. We will search locally and in Uncle T-B.'s mailroom's recycle cans, search we man. And that was/is our thrilling Monday, report we man.

You must be quite young (e.g., Many years old), si mam ma'am. And you have never squealed on whether you're a rubia, squeal now mam ma'am. Gracias, si mam ma'am. Kudos to Mama mam ma'am and to mam ma'am herself for the blatant P-Math error, see mam ma'am! Bad un-P-Mathing mam ma'am! Bad, BAD un-P-Mathing UN-P-MATHING mam ma'am! Unless we make progress on Mama T-B.'s taxes, which we did not on Monday (see Thrilling Monday report, see man), no man, Mama T-B. will outlive us, wrung neck we man by senior she man man. 😨 Bad irreverent insouciant mam ma'am! Bad, BAD irreverent IRREVERENT insouciant INSOUCIANT mam ma'am! A precious few luxurious ones are rotated into our collection for personal use, see man. The others are either donated to ex-Mrs.-T-B., who uses them as kitchen rags, or given to ex-Mrs.-T-B. to transport to Ecu for Mama-ex-Mrs.-T-B., who uses them as kitchen rags, see man. This begs this truth-in-humor, see man: Q, man: What's a high-tech Ecu broom, huh man? A, man: A rag on a stick, si and hee hee hee man. Giving Ontarklar vivid nightmares, si mam ma'am! Bad evil rotisserie-chickening mam ma'am! Bad, BAD evil EVIL rotisserie-chickening ROTISSERIE-CHICKENING mam ma'am! Mius are just like toddlers in their concentration and interest levels, si mam ma'am.

LPoP and unread, no see we man. If anyone is curious, Gansitos and Pingüinos might be made by Bimbo, but we're too lazy to go downstairs again to check, let the tension build until this is resolved man.

Welcome to the forum! Hoping for a speedy queue for you.

What the author says! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Washington Post cuts prove journalism dies in wokeness Wednesday 4 February 2026 will live on as a day of infamy in the United States. For, lo, twas the day that the Washington Post – tagline 'Democracy Dies in Darkness' – laid off 300 democracy-savers, after it transpired that 'saving democracy' was not a profitable enterprise. 'Murder!', the rest of the mainstream media shouted. 'Bloodbath!', they cried. 'My grief is still visceral. My anger is still raw', wrote a journalist at a liberal magazine. 'Solidarity on a terrible day', wrote former journalist turned paranoid Russiagate-obsessive Carole Cadwalladr. In other words, it has been a week of journalists doing what journalists do best: making a story all about how special and virtuous they are. Bewildered, they took to X. One now unemployed Post staffer wrote, defiantly, 'I am proud of the work I have done at this place… the stories that spurred change'. [...] https://www.spiked-online.com/2026/02/07/the-washington-post-cuts-prove-journalism-dies-in-wokeness/