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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.

Thread is shifted from the US Citizenship main forum to the Case Progress subforum.

Do it, and be sure to report back. Pulling for your success here.

"Yes, Dear; whatever you say, Dear," he replied compliantly.

The bigger sacrilege is no upvote from you, D ma'am.

Rather than potentially fighting a bureaucratic brick wall, contact the office of your Congressman or one of your U.S. Senators. They probably help with such matters all the time.

Country-specific thread is moved from the K-1 Case Progress subforum to the Philippines regional forum.

Thrilling (!!?) Sunday-on-Monday report, see man: We took no HSM bedtime medicine, save for if/when we can zzz in longer man. Movers couldn't give an exact time, depended on when crews finished their morning runs man. We went to Mama T-B.'s old casa an hour before noon, Many a.m. man. We prepped furniture further for moving, preparatory we man. We got receptionist to notify her colleague that we had leftover furniture for sale, this would help man. Lunch from downstairs was BBQ pork ribs, baked potato, green beans, tortilla soup, and an unidentifiable sugar-free dessert in lieu of cherry cobbler, ingest and preserve A1c we man. Movers called to estimate Many (2+2) p.m., what the dickens and we man. They promised to call back with further updates, stay on premises we man. At 1 p.m., they called to say that we could leave the property, estimating Many p.m. still man. We returned to casa, serviced demanding miu, and lay down for a much-needed siesta, groggy we man. Not Many minutes later, we were texted by an available crew, so much for much-needed siesta man. We returned to Mama T-B.'s place and waited for arrival, timely they man man. They arrived at half-of-half till Many (2+1) p.m., as promised man. They super-efficiently shrink-wrapped/tarped the approximate Manyzen items, poetry in motion man. Two minutes less than an hour later, Mama T-B.'s new room was furnished, mirabile dictu man. (New place = Many [2+2] miles from old place, proximity helped man.) A half-hour delay occurred before payment, charge $Many00 more than verbal quote man. Estimator tried to research his notes from Saturday but hadn't taken any, si and no man. In short, he agreed to honor verbal estimate without harming movers' pay, office absorb things man. We were very well pleased after the temporary tension, pleased we man. Mama T-B. objected moderately to our choice of what was brought, extra glass-atop-pedestal table man. We told her that it was to place pictures of Papa T-B., us, and Mini-B. on, thoughtful we man. Mama T-B. grumbled further but will probably acquiesce when we bring the pictures in, hope we man. We also brought in another heavy bag of dusters and bedsheets, exhausted we man. During this time, our Amazon order of a wheeled clothes-hamper came, timely arrival man. We assembled it for Mama T-B., completely spent we man. Our back was on fire and our right leg becoming useless, return of HSM-nuked symptoms man. Mama T-B. then wanted to know what the "clutter" on a shelf was, neat-freak senior she man man. It was hospice stuff and records from her earlier hospital discharge, man. Mama T-B. insisted on closely reviewing each document, man. She told us to discard some and to get the rest out of her sight, remove it we man. We finally returned to the T-B.-mobile and cranked the A/C up to highest, perspirational we man. We returned to the casa at half-past Many (2+2+1) p.m., long day man. Lengthy miu service immediately occurred, indignant/outraged miu man. We didn't even watch AFV, anathema on most Sundays man. We showered and couldn't even reach below our knees, body too stiff man. LL was begun, our stuff man. We belatedly discovered that Mini-B. had left most of his clothes behind his bathroom door, we man. Din-din was 2 ham-&-cheese sandwiches, ingest we man. Miu wanted further service, what else could we possibly do man. During this time, ex-Mrs.-T-B. & Mini-B. made it from Guayaquil to Cuenca, short flight man. At nearly Many (2x2x2) p.m., a siesta was attempted, beyond-exhaustion we man. We couldn't lie on either side, writhe and squirm in pain we man. Siesta a massive failure, man. We limped upright, popped a Tylenol, and followed miu downstairs, Serve Me NOW Daddy miu man. Miu would not clearly communicate her needs, talk People and not Miu please miu man. It turned out that miu wanted to be thoroughly brushed a second time, man. We were probably yelling as we bent down to brush miu, yell we man. Folded LL, fold we man. Dished the warsher, must de-dish we man. No party with the rubias, no possibly cavort we man. On Monday, must return Amazon rejects, return we man. On Monday, must bring pictures to Mama T-B., set on glass tables man. On Monday, must collect more cardboard boxes, go out for boxing we man. On Monday, must declutter Mama T-B.'s old casa, far too much there man. On Monday, must buy Mama T-B. a Roku TV and recruit kindly neighbor to mount it, buy & mount we man. On Monday, must do 2 more LLs, small but consume-timing man. Aside from this, nothing else to do except ingest HSM or pursue a body-transplant, pained we man. And that was/is our thrilling (!!?) Sunday, report we man.

Oh, that's just more bu$ine$$ for you, $i man.

Sorry Excuse For American Hasn't Blown Off Single Finger With Fireworks LEE'S SUMMIT, MO — As people across the nation prepared to celebrate the 4th of July holiday, one sorry excuse for an American revealed he had yet to blow off a single finger with fireworks. Sources close to 39-year-old Ben Malick said that they were unable to confirm whether or not he was actually a citizen of the United States due to the fact that he had not lost any of his digits in a horrific fireworks accident. "Can anyone with all 10 fingers really consider themselves an American?" asked one of his friends. "It [...] https://babylonbee.com/news/sorry-excuse-for-american-hasnt-blown-off-single-finger-with-fireworks

They're Gone: Eight Illegal Immigrants Sent to South Sudan [...] OK, let's get one thing straight: The eight goblins sent to South Sudan aren't "migrants." They are, or were, illegal aliens; people in the United States in violation of our immigration laws, and with criminal convictions above and beyond their illegal entry. For various reasons, they aren't being sent back to their home countries; thus, their housing in South Sudan. This is an immigration-law equivalent of the old bartenders' closing-time admonition: "You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here." [...] https://redstate.com/wardclark/2025/07/05/theyre-gone-eight-illegal-immigrants-sent-to-south-sudan-n2191275

THE OUTHOUSE PROBLEM, SI MAN Ma and Pa were two old folks living on a farm in the Arkansas hills, si man. Pa found out that the hole under their outhouse was full, si man. He told Ma that he didn't know how to empty the hole, no man. Ma said, "Why don't you go ask the youngun down the road, huh man? He must be smart 'cause he's a college gradjyate, si man." Pa drove to the neighbor's house and asked him, "Mr. College Gradjyate, my outhouse hole is full, and I don't know what to do to empty it, si and no man." The young man said, "Get yourself two sticks of dynamite, one with a short fuse and one with a long fuse, si man. Put them both under the outhouse and light them both at the same time, si man. The first one will go off and shoot the outhouse in the air, si man. While it's in the air, the second one will go off and spread the poop all across your farm, fertilizing your ground, si man. The outhouse should then come back down on the same spot atop the now-empty hole, si man." Pa thanked the neighbor, then bought two sticks of dynamite, one with a short fuse and one with a long fuse, si man. He went home and put them under the outhouse, si man. He lit them and ran behind a tree, si man. All of a sudden, Ma ran out of the house and into the outhouse, si man. Boom, si man! The first stick of dynamite exploded, shooting the outhouse into the air, si man. Boom, si man! The second stick of dynamite exploded, spreading poop all over the farm, si man. Then, WHAM, si man! The outhouse came crashing back down atop the hole, si man. Pa raced to the outhouse, threw open the door, and asked, "Ma, are you all right, huh man?" As Ma pulled up her panties, she said, "Yeah, si man, but I'm sure glad I didn't fart in the kitchen, no man!"

It is Sunday, and time for our hilarious, tension-relieving, progress-prompting (that is, if correlation = causation) Official Weekly VAWA-Thread Joke: =========================================== WHAT'S IN A NAME? ME: The bathroom is cleaned. WIFE: Thank you. ME: Why do we keep the toilet brush in the shower? WIFE: What? ME: Why is the toilet brush in the shower? WIFE: What are you talking about? ME: The puffy thing with the handle. WIFE: MY LOOFAH?! ME: You named the toilet brush?!

VDH is dead-nuts on fire here. Pleasurable reading, no matter what your pet issue is. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Decline and Fall of Our So-Called Degreed Experts The first six months of the Trump administration have not been kind to the experts and the degree-holding classes. Almost daily during the tariff hysterias of March, we were told by university economists and most of the PhDs employed in investment and finance that the U.S. was headed toward a downward, if not recessionary, spiral. Most economists lectured that trade deficits did not really matter. Or they insisted that the cures to reduce them were worse than the $1.1 trillion deficit itself. They reminded us that free, rather than fair, trade alone ensured prosperity. So, the result of Trump's foolhardy tariff talk would be an impending recession. America would soon suffer rising joblessness, inflation--or rather a return to stagflation--and likely little, if any, increase in tariff revenue as trade volume declined. Instead, [...] https://www.realclearpolitics.com/articles/2025/07/04/the_decline_and_fall_of_our_so-called_degreed_experts_152996.html

OP, your literacy and powers of expression are probably superior to any that I've ever seen on this site. I say this regardless of whether I agree with you or not. I hope that you stay on VJ and contribute as you can.

The same goes for other important documents: copies of birth certificates, university transcripts, etc.

Thrilling (?) Saturday non-ES report, see man: We up-dosed on major HSM and actually zzz'd through the night, even more needed man. Breakfast was 2 hard-boiled eggs*, ingest we man. *these are ready-to-eat from the dairy department** at Costco, reminder man **try explaining that to the cows and the chickens, scratch-header man After ES-ing, we collected a few more cardboard boxes, preparatory we man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. & Mini-B. headed to the airport, Ecu trip man. Mama T-B. wanted more items from her old casa, request senior she man of we man man. We spent considerable time there to consider which furniture to move, can't wait any longer man. Lunch was again on her monthly account, explained previously man. We consumed chicken parm + noodles, asparagus, dinner roll, & chocolate cake, ingest we and hose A1c we man. Mama T-B. consumed 2 laxative pills, irregularity man. She regretted this, no outflow boundaries at all man. She had to lie in it for some time without cleanup, few helpers around man. She was crying more desperately on the phone than we've ever heard, gosh man. We phoned the office and got results, thankfully man. Mama T-B. much calmer when we visited, si man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. reported timely arrival in Panama, connection man. After returning to our casa, we did the following, see man: -- laundered Mama T-B.'s soiled dusters***, afraid of running out of them senior she man man ***along with Mini-B.'s mini-week mini-load, proficient Thread Laundress we man -- called a moving co., arrange for several pieces to go to Mama T-B. Sunday afternoon man -- arranged 2 Amazon returns for Mama T-B., arrange we man -- made new Amazon purchase for Mama T-B., purchase we man -- left birthday greeting for reclusive Aunt T-B. at Skilled Noosering Facility in Oregon, greet we man -- din-dinned/treated insistent miu, assuage demanding miu we man -- din-dinned on toucans of Chef B. Beefaroni, ingest we man -- informed Mama T-B. of stuff's Sunday delivery, gird loins for inevitable reaction we man -- went through consequent aysheep "who shot John" about move, timing, items, etc., aysheep senior she man -- Mama T-B. wants one dresser instead of another, hose entire prospective layout man. -- took whole new list of stuff Mama T-B. wants from old casa, transcribe we man We were rather bummed and exhausted after this, no end to it man. We took a siesta, rather restorative man. Called Mama T-B., calmer senior she man man. Told her that we were going back to old casa to out-clear garbage from dressers, clear we man. At old casa, we out-cleared a staggering amount of junk from many drawers, good grief man. Two drawers alone were filled with used/unused gift wrap/ribbons/bags, hoard senior she man man. Another was half-filled with old (empty) jewelry boxes, go out for boxing we man. Mama T-B. always yelled at us for leaving "cr@p" out, cluttered we man. How is it any better to squirrel it away, riddle us THIS man? We were sweaty and rather bummed after this job, perspirational bum we man. Miu demanded #2 din-din + brushing + multiple treats upon our return, henpecked by All Females we man. Ex-Mrs.-T-B. reported successful arrival in Ecu, arrive ex-she man & wee man man. No party with the rubias tonight, no cavort we man. Should probably prep ourself early Sunday, movers' availability sometime after their morning runs man. Maybe we can get another free lunch beforehand, ingest financially savvy we man. Who knows whether we can conquer our 2 remaining LLs, unsure we man. And that was/is our thrilling Saturday, report we man.

Saturday ES report, see man: We attended both ESs, reliable we man. Neither yielded anything, one dump casa one nice casa man. Oh well, OK man. Total = $0