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All it would take would be one data-operator. It might help, too, if your fiancée were to find a new job now, completely out of her medical area -- e.g., retail. Ah -- found a can of air -- will apply to keyboard now.

That may be your opportunity. Find out who the chief financial officer (and the chief data guy) are at her former place of employment, and con$ider what influence$ or inducement$ might prompt her early removal from Payroll. (Dumb keyboard of mine with cat hair jamming a key here... will try to fix...)

On the personal side, some respectful recommendations: -- Avoid trying to do other people's jobs (Congressional liaison, travel agent), but stay on them. -- Where there's a will, there's a way. -- Yes, anxiety and stress, but you're way ahead of the game in having an engineer's mind and logic.

For planning, see here: https://visaguide.world/visa-free-countries/cuban-passport/

Thoughts: 1. Can she resign from her job and state that she's giving up dentistry? 2. Have you involved your Congressman's office yet? See if their "release waiver" (permission to handle your case) is online; if so, fill it out in advance. Next, phone the Congressman's Washington, DC office tomorrow and ask for the immigration liaison. Have the release waiver ready to fax or e-mail. Let us know.

If you're able to evacuate her in a hurry, have her do everything she can to bring along her important "life" documents -- birth certificate, divorce certificates if applicable, immunization records, university transcripts, et al. -- especially any that would be difficult/expensive/impossible to obtain from afar. Multiple copies would be optimal.

Yep!

Enlightening. Comments about this?

Sec. Blinken cancels trip to China over 'brazen' spy balloon Just a weather balloon that happened to be pushed off course and directly over US nuclear missile silos. Nothing to see here. [...] https://hotair.com/john-s-2/2023/02/03/sec-blinken-cancels-trip-to-china-over-brazen-spy-balloon-n528202

A balloonist called in to the Clay-&-Buck show today. The Chinese thing is almost certainly a helium balloon. Nothing fast happens with balloons. If 3 golf-ball-sized holes are put in it, it'll descend with danger to those on land. This would spare the on-board equipment for inspection. The conclusion is that Bidementia should not be in Delaware as usual, but should be in the Situation Room with all his generals to determine what to do (bring or shoot it down). What clueless wimps.

Friday ES/GS report, see man: We itineraried 2 ESs and a GS, itinerary we man. Both ESs were duds, blah man. GS phantom, grrrrRRRRR man. Total = $0, dud man.

Thrilling Friday report, see man: We itineraried 2 ESs and a GS with errands mixed in, logical man. We had just set out when we got a call from Mini-B., skool nurse's office wee man. His tummy wasn't feeling good*, no man. *Ex-Mrs.-T-B. had given him tortillas + melted cheese for breakfast, man Ex-Mrs.-T-B. was far away and couldn't react, empresaria ex-she man. Fortunately, we were within range, quite close we man to wee man. We retrieved Mini-B., retrieve we man wee man. Envisioned taking him to our casa and staying with him, envision we man. However, Mini-B. said that taking him to ex-Mrs.-T-B.'s (empty) casa would suit, well OK man. We stopped at our casa for a Tums, known supply man. We then registered him online for next year's skool classes, collaboration we with wee man. Mini-B. seemed OK to leave, evaluate we man wee man. He promised not to do anything strenuous, no Virtual Reality or basketball man. We notified ex-Mrs.-T-B. of all doings and decisions, notify we man ex-she man. Breakfast/lunch/din-din was at Hartz Chicken Buffet, on our route man. We hadn't been to one for Many, if not even Many, years, no man. We were semi-reminded of why, nothing to write home about man. We consumed Many (2+2+1) roasted chicken thighs, ingest we man. We ingested approximately an entire plateful of green beans, ingest we man. No overt gastrointestinal distress eventuated, escaped we man. Returned to casa at half-past Many (2+2) p.m., quite late man. Indignant miu demanded treats, then lunch, accommodate demanding miu we man. Took hourlong siesta, zzz we man. Out-of-control party with the rubias begins imminently, cavort we man.

Let us refer you to a previous post on Beano, see man...

Add this to the tension between enviro-whackos and animal-rights whackos when the former try to mass-slaughter ruminating ungulants because they fart.

Maybe because Bidementia has been wrong on every foreign-policy decision for 40 years?

Thread from 2011 is now closed.

Of course!

If it happens to you, it happens to the Mods, and we'll contact Captain Ewok (ve haff vays).

Punxsutawney Phil Emerges From Burrow To Let Everyone Know There Are Some Documents Marked 'Classified' Down There PUNXSUTAWNEY, PA — Locals and Groundhog Day enthusiasts alike were caught off-guard today, as the eponymous groundhog, Punxsutawney Phil, emerged from his burrow and declared to the crowd gathered at Gobbler's Knob that there was a cache of documents marked "Classified" in his underground home. [...] https://babylonbee.com/news/punxsutawney-phil-emerges-from-his-burrow-to-let-everyone-know-there-are-some-documents-marked-classified-down-there

Battle of the Activists: Dead Whales on the East Coast Likely Due to Wind Turbine Farms [...] whales are dying in unusual numbers on the beaches of New York and New Jersey, apparently from sound devastation caused by construction of offshore turbine farms. It's pitting the climate crowd against the environmentalists, and while you might assume they're the same people, sometimes their interests diverge. [...] https://redstate.com/bobhoge/2023/02/01/battle-of-the-activists-dead-whales-on-the-east-coast-likely-due-to-wind-turbine-farms-n697476

Wow. Comments?

Vaccine stuff in here.

Wives, damned ex-wives, poorhouse. The shortest sentence in the English language is "I am." The longest sentence is "I do."

And (sound of teeth gritting), to my knowledge, there's no ICD-10 code for "vaccine injury."