Scene from the last Glibs meetup.

Well, it’s Purim Recovery Time. Much water under the bridge and I may have peed in it. Hey, drinking will do that to you. SP and I played “Esther and the King,” a game where everyone is a winner. I ate a hamantash and spun a gragger. Good times.

Birthdays today include a guy who, in a just world, would have been tarred, feathered, and impeached; a guy who should be canceled because his poems rhymed; a terrific character actor who I will always love for calling Charlie Chan “Chop Suey”; one more commie writer; a guy who got splatted with Kennedy’s brain; a right-handed sax player who was moodier than Moody; the best wide receiver I ever saw until Biletnikoff came along; another piece of shit who found a great grift; a guy who did truly interesting chemistry; another piece of shit who should burn in hell, with fires fed by his organization’s victims; a guy with a rather inflated opinion of himself; an exemplar of everything wrong with American politics; and Webb Hubbell’s favorite daughter.

Let’s news it.

 

I’m sure this is racist. Let’s call it “Biden’s Negro Ban.”

 

It’s as if they’re deliberately trying to destroy the economy. Oh wait, they are.

 

“I am outraged, OUTRAGED, Sir!”

 

Much better than cages, and sourced from Fair Trade canvas.

 

Apparently one judge thinks that a taking without due process might possibly be unconstitutional. Of course, a Harvard professor disagrees and slyly transfers property rights in the verbiage.

 

“NO, STAMPY, NO!!!!”

 

Old Guy Music was something I found while running down a Tommy Johnson rabbit hole. Holy shit, this chick is terrific.