We do have something momentous today to follow last week’s momentous event. And that event was SP and me not watching opening day of the football season. And we’ll be doing other things on Sundays, Mondays, and Thursdays the rest of this year- and I will skip the Ravens’s opener for the first time in the team’s existence. Congratulations, NFL, you drove off two life-long fans by deciding to go political. I feel like the guy who was in a deep and intense long term relationship when he finds out that his longtime love is simultaneously fucking the next door neighbor and crushing puppies to death. I sincerely hope for the NFL’s demise, though I have no illusion that this is going to happen. Just hope.

And there’s hope any time a baby is born. Usually futile, but every once in a while, the baby ends up an actual human of note. And babies born on this date who did so include the spiritual father of most American politicians; a guy who, unlike our current crop of government physicians, actually did something; a guy whose name ended up being an ass-sex euphemism; a famous serial killer; the father of bluegrass; and the one and only Velvet Fog.

Abandon all hope, ye who read the Links.

 

Little bit of a threat here? But have no illusions that Team Red is any different.

 

Wait, I was just assured by the NPR newscast that there was no evidence of arson! And of course, Facebook also wants to protect our vulnerable minds.

 

Best of All Timelines.

 

Just what we needed. Sheesh.

 

France gets back to normal.

 

So far, this mail in voting thing seems to be going smoothly.

 

“I made a Yankee in my pants.”

 

Old Guy Music features one of today’s birthday honorees. And a guy who, in his genre, was the Beatles, Duke Ellington, and Robert Johnson, all rolled up in one. This is just… the purest music I may have ever heard.