I know I’ve been whining about disorder, but seriously, things get worse daily. Wonder Dog is now demanding that we take her to the vet to transition; she identifies as a sheep. She goes outside, grazes on grass, and lets out a “Grrrrrrrbaaaaaa!” every few minutes. I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.

Birthdays today include a woman renowned for her horsemanship; the most reviled human by the oh-no-we’re-not-antisemitic Left; a piece of shit who embodied the old saying about small minds; the bane of Snoopy’s existence; the guy who ruined my generation; the patron saint of Spudalicious and me; a guy who played in the best version of my favorite rock band; a guy who truly sucks; and a guy who played in my least favorite version of one of my other favorite bands.

That dispensed with, we restore things to order with various and sundry Sunday links.

 

Somebody is pissed that Rodgers wants to leave the Packers.

 

First I’ve ever heard of crypto-goyim.

 

Another foreign policy win for OMB seems to be falling apart under Team Blue.

 

Another one bites the dust.

 

You know who else thought Germany’s laws weren’t tough enough…

 

“I swear, it was THIS big!”

 

This was not me. Seriously.

 

Old Guy Music is not only appropriate, it’s one that every time I hear it, I can’t help grabbing my flute and wailing away. Wonder Dog does not appreciate that and reciprocates by howling. Anyway…