The year finally winds down, and it was a rather…eventful one. This will be my last hurrah before 2021, so I’ll try to make it at least mildly entertaining. And really, all it takes for that is a few headlines- we are living in a comedy club universe. And the obligatory (but nonetheless sincere) end-of-year thanks to all you wonderful contributors and commenters who entertained the hell out of us. And we even got to enter several more names to the “Glibs we’ve hung out with” list. You guys are the best.

Birthdays today include a man who would be king; a Canadian who tried to be a satirist, but was too polite; a guy who could not save us from Hoover; a guy who was there; the second best Jewish pitcher; arguably the best folk/bluegrass composer of my lifetime; a decent folksinger with outsize success; the fourth member of Cream and a remarkable talent, though not the best at domestic relations; a guy who proved that everything is better with monkeys; another guy who proved that everything is better with monkeys; an incredible and incredibly underrated drummer; a woman who always makes me think, “Why is she popular?”; a true practitioner of free market capitalism; and some guy who played golf.

Let’s talk about the news, though.

 

Isn’t it good how prosecution is totally objective and non-political?

 

Apparently, one of the symptoms of COVID is heart attacks.

 

Raymond Throckmorton III? They have to be shittin’ us.

 

But the important thing is, what was the guy’s race? Can we score some virtue points here?

 

Thin Mints of Oppression.

 

“My model says we’re going to have a disaster. But there’s plenty of time for more grant money before then.” Colleagues call the prediction “stunning and brave.”

 

Old Guy Music features a dead birthday boy covering a terrific Jack Bruce song. And Leslie West died last week as well. My youth is hanging by some thin, thin threads.