You Can’t Make This Stuff Up!
Sarah Huckabee Sanders, Trump’s former Press Secretary, has outraged white males by making them the face of her Arkansas welfare-to-work program. The HUFF Post skewered commentators who want black women featured, as “everyone knows” they are the real welfare fraudsters, right? Statistically, no. Do your homework before you share your outrage. Thank you, HuffPost.
Far-Right Commentators Rage Over GOP Welfare Fraud Ad Featuring White Male Gamer
A new ad by Arkansas Gov. Sarah Huckabee Sanders put white men at the center of her state welfare work requirement policy.
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Sep 28, 2026, 03:00 PM
Media commentators in the MAGA movement shredded Arkansas Gov. Sarah Huckabee Sanders on Monday over a new TV ad depicting white male gamers as the target of a state welfare fraud crackdown — and claimed the Republican hadn’t injected enough race into her messaging
Drawing the ire of the right: Sanders’ promotion of new work requirements for Natural State welfare recipients, featuring a tousle-headed gamer named “Brad,” shown in the advert mashing a video game controller and scarfing potato chips.
“Brad has turned relaxing into a full-time profession,” Sanders tells voters in the ad. “But you, you actually work hard. You pay taxes to cover welfare for guys like Brad who just choose not to work.”
You pay taxes to cover welfare for people who just choose not to work. That’s why I launched a welfare-to-work requirement.
If you’re young, healthy, and get government assistance, you should work, go to school, or volunteer. — Sarah Huckabee Sanders (@SarahHuckabee) September 28, 2026
Republicans and conservatives eyeing greater restrictions on welfare recipients have repeatedly invoked the image of a gamer, typically young and male, when speaking about Americans they say abuse government benefits. But Sanders’ cheese ball-munching “Brad” proved especially offensive to far-right commentators.
The dustup targeting Sanders, a longtime Trump loyalist and former White House press secretary during his first term, illustrates how achieving long-standing conservative policy goals — like work requirements for government aid recipients — is often not enough for identity-obsessed MAGA allies, who want to display dominance over their perceived political enemies far more than they want to fix the nuts and bolts of governance.
Conservative podcast host Matt Walsh claimed the number of single white men on welfare was “minuscule” and “practically non-existent.”
“Meanwhile, back in reality, women are significantly more likely to be on welfare than men,” Walsh fumed in a reply to Sanders posted to X. “And black people are astronomically more likely to be on welfare than white people.”
And Walsh made clear he thought Sanders and other Republicans should lean into the issue’s racial dimension. “Republicans don’t have the balls to do this ad with ‘Shaniqua’ as the villain,” he wrote. “Even though that would actually be an accurate portrayal of the problem at hand.”
Walsh’s assumptions about Medicaid recipients might be a bit off. Nationally, 36% of Medicaid recipients were white, 24% were Hispanic and 19% were Black in 2023, according to the most recent analysis from KFF. The overwhelming majority of gamers are white.
Right-wing pastor Joel Webbon offered an even blunter take. “Why pick a white man?” he said. “You should make your message more believable by picking someone Black.”
Jack Posobiec, a Turning Point USA contributor and longtime far-right activist, took to Sanders’ X replies to ask AI assistant Grok about the demographics of welfare recipients in Arkansas. “Yikes,” he wrote in a follow-up post. “Who produced this ad? Good policy — but why is it always a white male?”
Other far-right commentators claimed “Brad” was an emblem of Republican disdain for white men.
“A lot of the GOP is so scared of being called mean names by the media that they can only ever turn their guns on the one group that overwhelmingly supports them,” said Blaze TV’s Logan Hall. “It’s just pure cowardice and stupidity all the way down.”
Walsh concurred, arguing that while white men formed the largest GOP voting bloc, the party “shits on” them “at every opportunity.”
“These idiotic cowards don’t even have the guts to criticize groups that will never vote for them anyway,” he said. “They just never learn.”
A spokesperson for Sanders’ office did not immediately return a request for comment.
Arkansas started imposing new limits on Medicaid benefits for unemployed adults without disabilities in July. Republicans in Congress last year told states to tighten so-called “work requirements” to help offset the cost of a massive tax cut tilted toward wealthier households and corporations.
“I’m thankful to President Trump and congressional Republicans for paving the way for this commonsense solution and allowing us to put our welfare work requirement in place,” Sanders said in July.
Though cutting social spending is generally unpopular, billing the cuts as work requirements makes them much more palatable to voters. And Republicans have sought to villainize people affected by the new rules by portraying them as lazy gamers.
“The next time a Democrat makes false claims about ‘Medicaid cuts,’ just remember that what they’re really saying is they want illegal aliens and able-bodied adults playing video games at home to continue stealing resources from those who need it,” House Speaker Mike Johnson (R-La.) said in a statement from his office last year.
There’s a grain of truth to the talking point. In an analysis of American Time Use Survey data, the conservative American Enterprise Institute found last year that childless, unemployed adults enrolled in Medicaid spent 4.2 hours per week watching TV or playing video games, while Medicaid recipients with jobs spent only 2.7 hours per week watching TV or gaming.
Intlxpatr: This article caught my attention and made me laugh. Sometimes, it’s hard to overcome our beliefs, even when faced with facts. HuffPost often catches the contradictions in our political convictions.
Garden of Autumn Delights
Suddenly, earlier than expected, we’ve had a drop in temperatures. Not dramatic, but such a relief from the heat and humidity. Lows in the 70’s. Highs in the 80’s. It makes me feel alive again, and it makes me want to spend my time outside.
AdventureMan’s garden is full of joy.
In my small group this week, we were talking about what thrives in Pensacola. We’ve gone through a lot of trial and error. One thing grows year round: Chives. Not only do they grow, they reproduce, and we give pots of chives away each spring. To me, what is a miracle is that they also grow reliably in Alaska; one of our best meals included chives from a private garden. My chives are currently in bloom:
I was very little when my Mother, in Alaska, taught me how to start avocados from avocado seeds. I have never successfully grown avocados, but I am great with avocado plants. Here, in the searing cold of an icy night they will scorch, and lose all their leaves, but by late spring, we will see signs of life. They shoot up, and my August they are seven feet or more tall.
Our shampoo gingers are reddening – when fully ripe they give a liquid good for washing hair.
We’ve seen lots of Monarch butterflies this year, thanks to AdventureMan’s thriving milkweed:
We like spicy peppers, but the peppers we grow are too hot for us to eat. AdventureMan pickled a batch, and they were still too hot. We grow them anyway; they earn their keep with their beauty. They look like little Christmas ornaments among all the greenery.
I wish you could eat plumbago. It loves this climate, we love the color and plant it everywhere. Now, it is sharing territory with a weed, but such a beautiful weed, we allow it to grow in the back yard. It covers our bridal wreath tree, twines its way up trees and bird feeders and interlaces with the plumbago:
We don’t know where they come from, but after every monsoon rain, we have hoards of rain lilies invading any available surface:
Japanese eggplants grow well, and then they go wonky, crack, the birds poke holes in them, and we clear them out. We’ve had bad luck with all tomatoes, except for small ones, and the birds get to them before they fully ripen. If we plant green onion bottoms, we get more green onions. We haven’t really found a reliable food crop. We have Vietnamese friends with fabulous gardens, and even they have said this summer was not good for backyard gardens. Peppers of all kinds are about as good as it gets. And good old reliable year after year chives.
A Breath of Fresh Air!
I slept great. I awoke refreshed and happy. I walked extra laps on my first steps! I feel like a new woman!
AdventureMan is working an outdoor event and the weather is perfect!
Yes! It matters!
Taxpayers Fund Pathetic Big Brother
According to several news agencies yesterday, an ad promoting Trump began airing this week. It says it was paid for by the government, despite a law banning taxpayer funds being used for propaganda.
I find Trump vulgar. I find his AI productions of himself as Jesus, as himself in a military uniform (applying honors to himself which he never earned), and his glowering portraits from public buildings inappropriate. Pathetic. Distasteful.
I find his fripperies and vanity projects disgusting. The man has no taste. He is erecting monuments to himself. He would destroy the Kennedy Center because he is jealous – he wrecked it.
I’m careful with my money. What offends me the most is that I am not reluctant to pay taxes; we earned government salaries, we respect the need for a government to provide services, and that good citizens pay their fair taxes. I object to paying for self-glorification, or “love-me” ads. I believe this is illegal – just as I believe our fight in Iran is illegal, was not discussed with Congress, and that the citizens paying for this war should be given accurate information, such as the tolls taken on our servicemen and women and on our installations during this war.
Why do we continue to let this fraudster operate with impunity?
He dares to put his face on the corrupts Justice Department, filling it with loyalists who submit to Trump’s policy of vengeance against his perceived enemies – those who would disagree with him.
He puts his face on the Labor Department, at a time when mortgages are once again hitting an all time high, inflation is hitting food and gas prices, and our young people cannot find jobs nor buy houses.
His vanity knows no boundaries. His ignorance is wrecking our economy. His vulgarity shreds our efforts at civility. His greed takes the food out of the mouths of the hungry, and medical care out of the hands of the sick and dying. He refuses to disperse funds already allocated to the powerless. He sells off our National Parklands, or leases off lands, for commercial exploitation, and invalidates environmental rules put into place to keep our food, water, and emergency systems in place.
In the previous entry in this blog, we see Trump and Melania glaring suspiciously at the camera, and the President of China looking at Trump with a look that appears to be pity.
Pity instead the poor taxpayers, footing the bill for this monstrous, vain, big baby.
“But What If I Never See Pomegranate Syrup Again?”
I had a tough weekend. You know, one of those dealing with emotions kind. Exhausting.
I’ve been chasing moths in our pantry for weeks now, and AdventureMan has volunteered to clean out the pantry totally and get to the root of the situation. I am so grateful. He was soon so sorry he volunteered. It’s a mammoth job. I know, I’ve done it before to get rid of our last infestation.
Even that word is a trigger for me. We have a moth infestation translates to I AM A BAD HOUSEKEEPER. I hear my Mother’s judgement. She raised me better. I do the best I can, but . . . I have an INFESTATION. I feel like a failure.
So I listen to my husband huffing and puffing and even cursing now and then, and I don’t feel appreciation as much as I feel guilt.
It gets worse. He wants to have “a talk.” Just the words make my heart pound. But the truth is, he is very kind. He doesn’t blame me for this at all; he just wants to find where these beasties are coming from. We wash every crevice (there are cocoons), inspect every package, put all grains and open-package wares in glass or hard plastic containers, and we crush every sign of the beasties. Yet still they appear.
AnventureMan snuggles up and says “we are buying too much food. We have a pantry full of food, just for the two of us. We eat out often, and cook less. We waste food; we throw out bread that molds, vegetables that shrink, and foods that have expired. We need to buy less food.”
I agree. I know he is right.
“I know it is hard for you to break decades of behavior,” he says, “but we have changed our habits and now we have to change our shopping.”
I agree. I know he is right.
Living on a frugal island in Alaska, then living overseas where we couldn’t get many of the goods Americans take for granted, I lived by two rules:
- If you see it, buy it. You may never see it again. This was true in Alaska, Germany, Tunisia, Jordan, Saudi Arabia, Kuwait, and Qatar. During COVID it was briefly true in the United States, as the supply chain went off the wheel, and toilet paper was absent from the shelves as people bought it up like treasure.
- If you need it, buy a back-up. This explains why I have excessive amounts of peanut butter, mustard, relish, tuna fish, dish detergent and beans. It’s no longer a question of when the boat will come in, it’s also a question of if a hurricane strikes and we are on our own for days, or weeks, or months.
I agree with AdventureMan. I need to buy less; we need to waste less.
Today, with his felafel salad, he started to grab the pomegranate syrup from the pantry and I said “Stop! We have one open in the refrigerator!” I could see it was getting low, and mentally I was thinking “put that on the list, we don’t want to run out of pomegranate syrup.”
And then my rational brain kicked in. How often do I really use pomegranate syrup? For Muhammara, which I make maybe once every three months. For Fesenjan, which I have made once, ever. And today AdventureMan wanted some for his salad. Our bottle in the refrigerator could last a year or more.
And my lizard brain screamed “But what if you never see pomegranate syrup again?”
Two Red Queens Fighting First Amendment
Donald Trump and Pete Hegseth have both limited press coverage, Trump in the White House and Hegseth in the Pentagon. The Press is only allowed to present the news as seen by these two Red Queens who shout “Off With Their Heads!” the minute their feelings are hurt. The want “Truth” to be what they say it is. Our Press knows better.
This is a dangerous challenge to the rights of the American people to know what is going in in their government. Things like knowing what is going on with a war they never approved. How their tax monies are being spent. How their elections will be conducted.
I love that political cartoonists are weighing in, and that their depictions are brutal. The Red Queens are brutalizing our First Amendment rights, trying to determine that “TRUTH is what we say it is.” Do you believe them?
I am praying our courts will serve the Red Queens with a brutal comeuppance.
(For my foreign readers, Red Queens refers to an arbitrary, lunatic monarch in Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland.)
Where to Start?
A President who won’t take accountability for his own policy follies? A President who fiddles (gilds the White House, demolishes a monument to former President Kennedy, starts a war without Congressional approval, gives contracts to his cronies without going through established processes, fires, and then re-hires critical bureaucrats, lies to the American public about election security, dabbles in trivialities) while Rome burns (gas hits record prices, allies are increasingly imperiled, national parks are starved for funds and broken apart, the education system tumbles and incivility reigns)?
A President who lies to the American people about just about everything AND who is trashing the American economy?
Booooo! Halloween Comes to the Commissary
In my first year in Pensacola, I bought two big pumpkins for my front porch, hollowed them out, carved expressions on their faces, and put candles inside. They were fabulous – for about two days. After that, large splotches of black mold appeared inside the pumpkins and grew daily. Even before Halloween, they started caving in, and while they looked funny, they were also disgusting, and I had to throw them away. I’ve never carved a pumpkin since.
It’s still more than 6 weeks away, but Halloween seems to show up earlier every year. The commissary started in late August, and now has a full display of pumpkins, even pumpkins I had never imagined.
And my very favorite kind of pumpkin, available only in season at the Hot Spot Barbecue 😊:
Full Suitcase a WOW
I’m researching an upcoming trip and wanted an address for the Unter den Linden Museum in Colmar, a city we visited a few times as a young family. I found a rabbit hole. I found a blog called Full Suitcase.com, and I have been there for a couple of hours, learning all the things I need to see (in a few short hours) in Colmar.
The article I looked up is called 15 BEST THINGS TO DO IN COLMAR, FRANCE (+MAP & TIPS FOR YOUR VISIT); you can visit it for yourself by clicking on the link. I skip around a lot, but this article kept me riveted. She takes or uses the most lush, gorgeous photos I have ever seen. It appears she and her family always visit her destinations on the perfect day.
The article on Colmar covers all the things I want to do, and it rings true to me, based on our own prior visits as a family.
But the section that impelled me to write this article was her section on Alsatian foods. Her food photos are also gorgeous. You feel like you could reach right into the photo and eat the food.
This is a photo of a dish I don’t even like! Choucroute Alsacienne, full of fatty meats and sauerkraut, but I swear, I’d give it a try if it really arrived at my table looking this good:
And here is what gave me a smile. Look at this “Alsatian Crepe”. The translation is “Galette Sarasin.” When I look at it, I see something that looks very much like my favorite street food in Tunis, Tunisia, North Africa, called Brik. It is mad with a very thin batter, not poured, but popped from a hand over and over on a skillet shaped like an overturned wok. Each pop leaves a thin, delicate skim of dough, and enough pops create a thin fragile skin in which a mostly cooked egg, or tuna, or egg and tuna are placed and then quickly wrapped.
So this crepe is some kind of hybrid. Crepes are made with a thin batter, but poured and swirled, not popped by hand by a skillful granny. And it makes me wonder how this thin, fragile pancake-like meal travelled; I’ve eaten it from the Middle East through North Africa to France. But look at the texture – it looks very thin, very fragile!
This is from her About section: “Full Suitcase was founded in 2015 by travel writer Jurga Rubinovaite and is independently run. The site publishes original, first-hand travel guides and is regularly referenced by international media. Our travel advice has been featured by CNN, BBC, and BBC News World Service, and published online and in print by Lonely Planet and Lonely Planet Kids. We also collaborate with selected travel brands and destinations worldwide.”
I love her work. She is really good at what she does. Go visit her!
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