Back in the middle ages...
...each monastery had a profession, something the monks made that was sold to support the monastery.
As it happened, a man living in London heard about a monastery that made the very best fish and chips. This monastery was in the far north of England, near Leeds. It being the middle ages, this trek was rather arduous, but the saved up what he could and set forth on foot to fulfill his desire for the very best fish and chips that could be had.
I'll spare you the details of his tedious, and sometimes dangerous sojourn. Suffice to say that eventually, as the sun was about to set one day he comes to the gates of the monastery. He catches a brother in the act of closing the gate against the night, and rushes up to him to ask, "Are you the fish friar?"
"No, I am the chip monk."
Mornin
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Another crazy judge suin Trump ....
Over tariffs...
Who in their right mind is against 100's of Billions of dollars comin our way...
Oh ya..
Dims.
They can't skim most of it off anymore .
If they can't have it...
No one can.
