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A Waffle House at three in the morning. I ordered hash browns. The waitress, Charlene, turned toward the kitchen and shouted.

"Scattered, smothered, covered!"

I rose from my stool.

These were battle commands. Shouted across a room, fast, in code, the way a captain calls a line into position. Something was happening. I prepared myself.

"Who is under attack?" I asked.

Charlene turned back. "Huh? Oh. That's just your hash browns, baby."

I sat back down slowly. "…The potatoes have their own commands?"

"Mhm. Scattered means on the grill. Smothered's onions. Covered's cheese."

"And there are more?"

She counted them off without looking at a menu. "Chunked is ham. Diced is tomato. Peppered's jalapeños. Capped's mushrooms. Topped's chili. Country's sausage gravy."

I was silent for a moment. Nine words. Nine fates, for one potato.

In my homeland, a man earns a name through a lifetime of deeds. Here, a hash brown can earn nine in a single night. I had badly underestimated this country.

"I want all of them," I said. "Every word. The potato has earned them."

"…You want it all the way?"

"All the way. To give it fewer would be an insult."

Charlene shouted the whole thing back into the kitchen, the full litany, and the cook answered without turning around, and I stood again and bowed to him, sergeant to sergeant. He did not see it. It did not matter. I knew.

It came buried. Onions, cheese, ham, tomato, peppers, mushrooms, chili, gravy. You could barely find the potato underneath, which seemed correct, because by then the potato was no longer a side dish. It was a decorated soldier.

I ate the whole thing with a fork in both fists. It was hot and filthy and magnificent. I have eaten in palaces. I have never eaten anything that was honored this thoroughly.

So tell me, America.

You can shout the same potato into nine different lives.

Who wrote this language, and where can a foreigner learn it?

And the cook who answers in code at three in the morning. Is that a kitchen, or a war room?

https://www.dailymail.com/news/article-15924565/Bill-Gates-admits-multiple-affairs-including-Russian-nuclear-scientist.html

Bill Gates admits to affairs with Harvard-trained doctor and Russian nuclear scientist in shocking Epstein grilling

Bill Gates has lifted the lid on some of his affairs during his appearance before Congress where two of the women he cheated on his wife with were named for the first time.

The Microsoft founder admitted that he had a relationship with Alice Jacobs Nesselrodt, a medical entrepreneur with a doctorate from Harvard Medical School.

He also confirmed that he had a relationship with Karima Nigmatulina, a Russian nuclear scientist.

During an excruciating hearing earlier this month - the transcript of which was just released - Gates was asked deeply personal questions like if he ever had a sexually transmitted disease.

According to Gates, his ex-wife Melinda stayed with him despite admitting twice he had affairs with multiple women with the first confession being some time before 2010.

The hearing before the House Oversight Committee was to find out about Gates' relationship with Epstein which is seen as one of the key reasons that Melinda divorced him in 2021 after 27 years of marriage.

Gates, 70, remained friends with Epstein for years even though the late pedophile was a registered sex offender at the time.

After Epstein's suicide, Gates has repeatedly apologized for their friendship and told Congress during the June 10th appearance that he wished they had never met.

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