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This is an example of why it's unwise to plan to fly to the U.S. on the last day or two of your visa's validity. Another example is linked toward the bottom of the article. Leave time for unplanned events! https://www.yahoo.com/news/delta-passengers-were-stranded-tiny-152751408.html

Wednesday! Time for our Semiofficial Semiweekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== THOUGHTS FOR THE DAY Before we work on artificial intelligence, why don't we do something about natural stupidity? I hope that when I inevitably choke to death on gummy bears, people just say that I was killed by bears and leave it at that. Why am I the only naked person at this gender-reveal party? If life shuts a door, open it again. It's a door. That's how they work. Just sold my homing pigeon on eBay for the 22nd time. I went to the paint store to get thinner. It didn't work. I tried to remarry my ex-wife, but she figured out that I was only after my money. There are better things in the world than alcohol, but alcohol sort of compensates for not getting them. Treat your mom to a margarita. You're probably the reason she drinks.

Man Wants However Many Deportations Are Needed For Him To No Longer Have To Press 1 For English MILWAUKEE, WI — Sources close to local man Jackson Trent say he just wants however many deportations are needed for him to no longer have to push 1 for English. "I... can't... take it anymore," Trent told reporters as he waited on hold after pressing "1" for English. "Trump needs to get ICE working harder ASAP." [...] https://babylonbee.com/news/man-wants-however-many-deportations-are-needed-for-him-to-no-longer-have-to-push-1-for-english

Britain's Crackdown on Speech Proves That We Were Right to Fight We may be more technologically advanced in the 21st century, but tyranny has not evolved — it's still awful. Before our independence, colonists were subject to severe penalties for obscure crimes. If you said something less than flattering about a monarch, then you would have been taxed, jailed, or executed, depending on how cantankerous the judge was feeling that day. If a British soldier accused you of mocking the king, his best buddy would back him up, a sham trial would have commenced, and you would be off to prison within 24 hours. The United States of America exists today because a generation of brave and principled people decided our rights come from God, not government. They took up arms (and pens), united against oppression, and broke up with Britain. You'd think after that ordeal (and losing to France) that the British would have done a bit of self-reflecting to determine where they went wrong and make at least some changes. That's a negative, Ghost Rider; they did not. In fact, their tyrannical behavior is even more terrifying today [...] https://pjmedia.com/ashleymccully/2025/07/08/britains-crackdown-on-speech-proves-that-we-were-right-to-fight-n4941547

Finally, but I'll believe it when I see indictments, trials, convictions, and prison time or executions. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ HUGE: Brennan and Comey Under Criminal Investigation for Trump–Russia Hoax Former Obama CIA Director John Brennan and disgraced ex-FBI chief James Comey are now officially under criminal investigation for their roles in the Trump–Russia hoax. According to Justice Department sources who spoke with Fox News Digital, both men are being investigated for potential crimes—including allegedly lying to Congress—stemming from their involvement in one of the most dishonest political smear campaigns in modern history. The case was reportedly kicked into gear by CIA Director John Ratcliffe, who referred evidence of Brennan's misconduct directly to FBI Director Kash Patel for potential prosecution. That referral has now escalated into a full-blown criminal probe—something that should have happened years ago. [...] https://pjmedia.com/matt-margolis/2025/07/08/brennan-and-comey-under-criminal-investigation-for-trumprussia-hoax-n4941563

In addition to putting the idiots in their place, this article is very sensible. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Texas Hill Country River Ghouls Must Be Condemned We go through this virtually every time some tragedy hits. I don’t know about you, but I’m absolutely sick of it. And after what happened in the Texas Hill Country over the July 4 weekend, in which flash flooding claimed a death toll of at least 80 and probably more than 100, many of them children who were at summer camps along the suddenly swollen Guadalupe River, the epidemic of ghoulish behavior among the talking heads and operatives of the Democrat Party and the Left has gone entirely off the rails. What they want you to believe, in a fashion directly related to the immediate cries for infringement on your gun rights every time some deranged creep loses his cool and conducts a mass shooting, is that the hill country flash floods are President Trump’s fault. Why this is purportedly so is an exercise in magical thinking — the logic is little better than that MAGA has insulted the weather gods, and thus the children have suffered. [...] https://spectator.org/the-texas-hill-country-river-ghouls-must-be-condemned/

Several smaller ports would be great for a bridge marriage. In New Mexico, Palomas/Columbus. In Texas, Caseta (downriver from El Paso); Nvo. Progreso (between Reynosa & Matamoros). Larger ports: Ojinaga/Presidio (not as scenic or romantic). Maybe you're closer to Arizona or California. At a smaller port like Columbus or Caseta, your marriage would be the hit of the day for the CBP agents.

You've done it?

Here's another option for marriage:

I again feel like the father in the opening article, thanks Y ma'am.

Mini-Bone tried to teach me Minecraft not long ago. I was distinctly exhausted after just half an hour of it. Mini-B. was surprisingly un-exasperated at my paltry efforts. Still don't understand the rules, moves, or ultimate point of that activity. All I know is that Mini-B. can play it with his amigos absolutely all day long.

Scintillating Tuesday repartee, yawn man. ------- Thrilling Tuesday report, see man: We had a horrible night, toss turn pain sweat we man. After caffeination, made a couple of successful phone calls for Mama T-B., successful we man. Leg/hip still hurting mightily, ow ow ow OW OW man. Intended to go to Mama T-B.'s old place for free lunch, financially savvy we man. However, it began to monsoon like an illegitimate male child, build another Ark man. We wanted to collect empty boxes, so we thought better of trying to rush it we man. Lunch was 2 ham-&-cheese sandwiches, ingest we man. We really, intensely, desperately needed a siesta thereafter but soldiered on, intrepid we man. Went out for boxing when monsoon seemed to let up, pugilistic we man. Got a total of Many (2x2x2 +2) from 2 places, successful we man. Went to Mama T-B.'s old place, reappear there we man. First stop was recycle bins by mailroom, coupon day man. Found updated BK coupons, not full sheets but enough to get us through man. Had long phone caucus with Mama T-B. about what to take or not, some clarity man. Argued about clothes, man. Sent her fotos of decorations, remind senior she man we man man. Agreed about books, start on these we man. Filled Many (2+1) boxes with stuff to pawn for pennies at Half-Price Books, sigh man. Filled another box with expired phone books, etc., sigh man. Saw whole shelf with books written or contributed to by Papa T-B., true scholar man. Saw books with loving inscriptions from pre-Papa T-B. to pre-Mama-T-B., early in marriage man. We are saving every one of those books, family heirlooms man. Papa T-B. was awesome in every way, miss senior he man intensely for almost 2 Manycades we man man. He rarely asked anything of us, led by example man. He did ask one last thing of us, si man. We promised him that we would take good care of Mama T-B., solemn we man. Instead, we yell back at her when she yells at us, wrongful we man. We can't even meet his eyes in the fotos all over Mama T-B.'s old casa, no man. We need to live up to a higher standard, failure we man. It had been monsooning heavily all afternoon, all Arks long ago flooded or warshed away man. Naturally, we had parked the T-B.-mobile in an uncovered visitor's space, man. Our leg/hip was hurting even worse, lame we man man. Drove around to covered entrance where receptionist helped us load book boxes, self-unable we man. Drove around complex to Uncle T-B.'s casa, deliver Rx to senior he man we man. Measured lumpy end-of-life mattress to ensure that Mama T-B.'s can replace it, offered by senior she man. (Ecu handyman has agreed to perform mattress-swap on Sunday, reliable Ecu man.) Inspected new Rollator, delivered earlier in day and quite snazzy man. Uncle T-B. had unboxed and assembled it himself, good at this sort of thing senior he man man. Extricated ourself within just a very few minutes, rare occurrence man. Din-din was Subway*, takeout on way to casa man. *WUOC + gift card, financially savvy we man Serviced demanding miu, service miu man we man. We are exhausted and can't walk, like la cucaracha we man man. No party with the rubias tonight, not a prayer of cavorting we man. Plan to appear at Urgent Care first thing Wednesday, sympathetic doc there man. Then to Half-Price Books, get paid peanuts for books man. Miu has dropped a second feather-roller at our feet, expectant miu man. And that was/is our thrilling Tuesday, report we man.

Agree. You answered in good faith according to what you knew at the time. If you've settled the surprise debt, you can relax with a clear conscience.

Hope you've had a good vacation.

Guys, violent physical exercise truly alleviates this stress. If you're punching something, picture a USCIS or consular officer, depending on who has hosed you. This does NOT count as violent physical exercise.

Thread is moved from the IMBRA subforum to the K-1 Process forum. The consular officer at your K-1 interview will be concerned solely with overstays in the U.S., so no worries.

It really does sound like fun, doesn't it?

Or, the variant that I was told: "ex" = a has-been "spurt" = little drip under pressure "expert" = washed-up little drip under pressure

That's big news in the Valley. The CBP dudes work hard there. They deserve far better.

Truth! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 'That's Neat Buddy,' Says Dad Understanding Nothing Of What His Kid Just Told Him About Roblox Local dad Sam Moore offered his son several vague affirmations this morning, understanding absolutely nothing of what he was being told about Roblox. Moore remained unclear if Joshua was sharing good or bad news, the entire aim of Roblox remaining shrouded in mystery. "Wow, that's cool, bud," said Moore, genuinely trying to comprehend what was being explained. "Or maybe terrible? Regardless, sounds like you're winning. Do you win in Roblox? Ha, no, I totally get the point of the game. Sounds awesome, son." [...] https://babylonbee.com/news/thats-neat-buddy-says-dad-understanding-nothing-of-what-his-kid-just-told-him-about-roblox

Cogent commentary on what the true situation is. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Pam Bondi Confirms Ark Of The Covenant Sitting On Her Desk Waiting To Be Reviewed WASHINGTON, D.C. — As the world waited with bated breath to learn about the contents of the ancient biblical artifact, U.S. Attorney General Pam Bondi made an official statement confirming that the Ark of the Covenant was sitting on her desk waiting to be reviewed. Though the public was eager for the secrets of the Israelite relic to be revealed, Bondi urged patience as the federal government took its time to investigate the Ark and follow a methodical process before releasing its findings. "I can assure the American people that we've got top men working on it right now," Bondi said in one of the several Fox News interviews she gives each day. "Top. Men. I understand that everyone wants to know what is inside the Ark of the Covenant, and I do as well. Unfortunately, there is a process to follow here. I can tell you that the Ark is currently sitting on my desk waiting for me to review it." [...] https://babylonbee.com/news/pam-bondi-confirms-ark-of-the-covenant-sitting-on-her-desk-waiting-to-be-reviewed

Try it again, multiple times, in strict liquor stores.

Scintillating Monday repartee, yawn man. ----- Thrilling Monday-on-Tuesday report, see man: Before bedtime, miu kept whining, needy miu man. Pleas to "talk People, not Miu!" went unheeded, recalcitrant miu man. We brushed miu a Many'rd time, miu still needy man. We tossed feather-rollers over her head, energetically chase f-rollers miu man. We wiggled dangly-wand, energetically attack wand miu man. We started SmartyKat, energetically attack miu man. After all this, miu got the zoomies, zoom upstairs & downstairs miu man. We conclude that miu was massively bored and full of energy, conclude we re miu man. Took major bedtime HSM and hoped, dope-&-hope we man. Got Many hours of zzz until text-ding awoke us, doze ineffectively thereafter man. Got call from Mama T-B.'s maintenance dude re prospective new TV, call he man we man man. Good thing we hadn't bought Mama T-B. a new Roku TV yet, si man. Only device compatible with cable box + single remote = a non-smart TV, dumb TV man. We spent literally all morning searching for one, ChatGPT utterly useless in this process man. Found one at Walmart, to be directly delivered on Friday man. Mama T-B. will continue using loaner TV in the meantime, no problem man. By now, it was half an hour past noon, morning consumed man. We rushed to Mama T-B.'s old crib before lunch quit serving at 1, just made it man. We needn't have bothered, see the menu man: -- chili soup, OK and ingest we man -- Chicken Supreme in cream sauce, blah but ingest we man -- Brussels sprouts, #2 on "worst-ever" list behind cilantro but ingest regardless we man -- yellow rice, pretty good and ingest we man -- sugar-free lemon pudding, OK and ingest we man What a ghastly lunch but it was free, financially savvy we man. We boxed family fotos of us, Mini-B., Papa T-B., & Papa-&-Mama T-B., take to Mama T-B. man. We called Mama T-B. for the inevitable needs, knew what was coming we man. "Bring all the towels & sheets in the casa, si man!" order senior she man of we man man. We loaded all that we could drag in a bag, what a drag man. We were sweating before we reached the T-B.-mobile, perspirational we man. Our right leg/hip was completely gone, ow ow ow OW OW man. Stopped at Walgreens to create recent foto of ourself from phone, frame it right there man. We fortunately borrowed a cart at new place, no two trips needed man. Started taking fotos out of box, newest one first man. Mama T-B. said, "That one's not very flattering, no man," man. We started taking other fotos out and putting them on glass tables, decorative we man. Mama T-B. said, "We're not ready for pictures here yet, no man!" man. We said, "They'll keep people from bumping into the tables like you complained about, si man," si man. Mama T-B. said, "I didn't know that you were bringing those, no man!" man. We said, "You left it up to us which furniture to bring, remember man?", si man. Mama T-B. said, "They don't belong here, no man!", no man. We said, "You deserve to have pictures here, si man!", si man. Mama T-B. said, "Put them back in the box and hide the box, si man!" man. We (silently): , man. Mama T-B. observed us limp and said, "If you go down, all is lost, si man," duh and man. But does anyone care, huh man? Apparently not, si to no man. We extricated ourself after half an hour of scribbling other crucial demands, record time man. These will amount to another half-day of work, sigh man. Mama T-B. doesn't realize that we have Many (2+1) weeks to fully vacate her old crib, no man. This would seem to take precedence over calling to cancel a Lively alert-button subscription, si man. Returned to casa, exhausted we man. Ministered to demanding miu, Feed Me Treat Me Brush Me Daddy miu man. Siesta'd for an hour, surprisingly effective man. For din-din, took ourself to evening 'za buffet, escape we man. For $Many, we consumed Many (2x2x2x2 +2+2) -- si man, Many ([2 Manyzen] -2-2) -- 'za slices, ingest we man. Yet again, this buffet failed in the most typical way possible, si and man. Rant, see man: Any good 'za buffet knows to have Many (2+1) thin-crust 'roni 'zas on the buffet and continuously cooking, man. No one wants 'roni with jalapeños, no man. No one wants fish or shrimp 'za, come ON now man. No one wants hamburger 'za with olives & 'shrooms, what a waste man. Kids like 'roni 'za, si man. Adults like 'roni 'za, si man. We like 'roni 'za, si man. 'Roni 'za disappears in a flash before any 2 slices of other garbage, reality man. And that is our rant for this Rant Thread, we man. After this, we replenished our crucial supply of Powerade Zero grape, replenish we man. We curbsided the garbage while dodging needy miu, Brush Me Again Daddy miu man. Brushed miu again, rebrush miu man. No party with the rubias, no cavort we man. On Tuesday, must make Mama T-B.'s crucial calls, nonpriorities man. Must return recently installed TV, return TV we man. Must try to get rid of Mama T-B.'s contents, she surely won't let us man. Must try to sell Mama T-B.'s furniture, no time for this horsepoop man. Must try to find doctor to shoot us in the hip, can't do anything if no relief man. And that was/is our thrilling Monday, report we man.

Parallel threads have been merged in the correct forum.

In comparison with elsewhere, the Manila embassy hands out K-1 visas like candy.