SP has finally begun her journey home. So there’s some hope that the chaos will start reversing itself. Her trip was bittersweet, but I guess that’s better than just bitter. Insert maror and charoses joke here. We have some excellent Port to celebrate when she arrives, courtesy of Dr. Anacreon and his wine pro wife. That will enhance the sweet of the return.

Birthdays today include the true BLM guy; the guy who invented Wendy’s; the guy who invented the plate job; the original Indiana Jones; one of my very favorite kids’ book writers; a woman who couldn’t release a record because the center hole kept healing up; one of my homeboys from when liberals were actually against wars; my academic grandfather; a piece of shit who was… a piece of shit; and one of my top three fantasies as a kid who surprisingly was no dummy.

Links comin’ off the grill.

 

A catalog of the mentally ill.

 

Just another Saturday night. But don’t worry, our State Department is tut tutting its concerns.

 

Totally not a personality cult.

 

Baltimore, oh Baltimore. New York, New York. Florida says, “Hold my beer!”

 

Woodchippers. Seriously, this is the absolute evil of our government writ large.

 

Thank god for experts.

 

Old Guy Music continues my theme from yesterday of “amazing covers by females in the Americana world.” I loved the original but this is… special.