Just reread my column from last week, I was in a dark place, you probably should have sent help. Try to be a better reader going forward.
I did not make it out to any protests last week. I voiced my opinion in November of 2024, which I thought was the designated time, but maybe I’m confused, politics are confusing. Anyway, I had no idea that protest season was already in full swing, I’ll try to get the decorations out of the basement this weekend.
The party that did not elect their presidential candidate is complaining about “King making”? That seems odd. Anyway, I’m just spit balling here, but the best way to probably avoid this awkward situation in the future is to actually count primary votes and then allow a “free and fair” election. It has been a while since we had one of those though, so the odds are not great.
It’s almost “make George Brett the hitting coach” level of panic for the Royals’ season.
The Kansas City Business Journal has published its list of the largest businesses in the metro and Platte County is the home for the number two business in the metro as defined by annual revenue. The National Beef Packing Company is headquartered at 12200 N Ambassador Drive and rolled in $12.37 billion in revenue last year.
Keeping with the cow theme, the number one business in the metro was reported to be the Dairy Farmers of America in Kansas City, Kan. They clocked $23 billion in revenues, which apparently means that the udder’s are more profitable than the innards of a cow, but I’m no expert on udders or innards. I’m not sure if that has gender relevance but it seems like it might, ask your local vet.
The countdown is on at my house. MU vs KU football is Saturday, Sept. 6 at 2:30 p.m. in Columbia and I have called all relevant family members to Faurot Field that day. It is a no option family gathering, equivalent to a wedding or funeral and the outcome could feel like either extreme. Any family members that do not show will be ostracized and made fun of in the group family chat.
Luckily, we only have one interloper within our midst, a future son-in-law that is stricken with Nebraska Cornhusker fandom, so it is easy to have a little pity for him. Anyway, he’s expected to show up with Mizzou gear and act like it matters to him, just like all the rest of the family.
At some point, it was considered politically insensitive to call this a Border War, but I think since Trump got elected we can say that again. I’ll check with the word authorities. If the Chiefs have been poached to Kansas by that point then I say it is a full-on Border War, word police be damned, but again, you might check with the word police before you throw that out at a dinner party.
It has dawned on me of late that I’m not sure I’ve ever been to a “dinner party.” Do people still have those? I’ve “met for dinner,” “had dinner,” “dinner and drinks,” but never a “dinner party.” Am I a social ogre and everyone has been having “dinner parties” all my life and I’ve not been invited? That seems sad and refreshingly free all at the same time.
My parents used to have these and then show vacation slide shows. That sounds horrible for a guest, and I suppose social media has crashed that party concept, but again, I’m no expert.
(Guy Speckman can be reached trying to get invited to a “dinner party”)
