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Overnight Open Thread [03/23/2026]

That is a bar in West Yellowstone, Montana. Not quite as impressive as the bar from Saturday night's ONT, but what it lacks in aesthetics, it more than makes up for in food and booze quality. The elk chop is superb, but the bourbon list is incredible, especially considering the location, or maybe it is exactly why the bourbon list is so impressive!

It also has a bear spray rental kiosk in the lobby, and that might make it the best bar in America!

It's easy to ignore places like this, but this is America, where appearances can be deceiving. There is great...everything...to be had across our wonderful country, and to the disgust of the elites in the cities, a lot of that greatness is far outside of NYC and Chicago and Los Angeles.

Not just food -- although I would argue that the best American food is found outside of the cities -- but tradesmen and teachers and contractors and dentists and clerks in stores and...

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It is 100% real. Click on the graphic for the Union Pacific Railroad website.

[Hat Tip: dhmosquito]

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There was this poor, pious old guy who hears that the Pope is going on tour and will be parading through his city. He was very excited that he might get a chance to meet the Pope, shake his hand, and maybe even receive a blessing from the Holy Father! So he decided to make a plan: perhaps the Pope would want to meet the richest man in town! Figuring that if he were somehow able to appear wealthy, and stand by the road, the Pope would see him, be impressed, stop, and he would get to shake the Pope‘s hand.

So this poor old fella went out and bought a nice new expensive suit that he couldn’t really afford, a sharp fedora and wingtips, and on the appointed day, got up early, put on his new clothes, hit the barber shop and got a neat comb-over haircut, then made his way to the edge of the street where the Pope would soon be passing by in the vaunted Popemobile.

After what seemed like an eternity, our newly-outfitted guy finally spots the approaching motorcade, and he begins to get all tingly with anticipation. As the Popemobile gets closer and closer, it suddenly stops right in front of him. The Pope climbs down, out of his vehicle, walks toward him, but without even looking at him, walks past toward a scruffy little dude nearby, sitting obliviously and leaning against a wall. The little guy is wearing nasty, dirty clothes and is obviously stinking drunk. The Pope, arms folded, stands silently over the drunk, who finally looks up. The Pope unfolds his arms, slowly leans down and whispers something to the drunk that nobody can hear. Then smiling stupidly, this drunk gets up and hobbles down the street as the Pope makes his way back to his Popemobile, to the roar of the nearby crowd.

Our friend is momentarily confused, but then it dawns on him: Of course! The Pope doesn’t want to meet rich people; he wants to meet downtrodden, poor people! So he goes to “Plan-B” and runs after the drunk guy. When he catches up to him, he offers to swap clothes (and shoes!) with him. Of course, the man immediately agrees. So they go behind a couple of bushes and proceed with their transaction. While he’s momentarily overcome by the stench of his new clothes, he tells himself that sacrifices must be made to get a blessing of the Holy Father, and off he runs after the slowly moving Papal motorcade.

He runs and runs, and finally catches up to the motorcade. He goes a little ways ahead, then stops and sits down just like the drunk guy did, to wait for the Popemobile to pass by. Sure enough, as it gets to him, it stops! He’s beyond excited as the Pope climbs down and walks straight over towards him. Just as before, with arms crossed and with a stern, pious expression, the Pope stands over him. After a few seconds, the Pope leans down in his face and quietly says,
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“I thought I just told you to get the fuck out of here.”

[Hat Tip: dhmosquito]
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That movie still holds up after 50 years.

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I have no idea whether this guy is a thug, or an angel, or a stone-cold killer. And I don't care. We have an inalienable right to talk shit about public officials, and they have to smile and say, "Thank you sir, may I have another."

BATTERAM HYMN OF THE POLICE WHISTLE BLOWER

I like that he didn't back down. That is to his credit.

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New York jumps to No. 3 for US alien abductions -- experts reveal why it's such a hot zone

You don't need an expert to tell you why...I am happy to inform the Moron Horde that it is because most NYers are ignorant retards.

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