Well, for the moment, SP is home and keeping us busy. Nonetheless, I still wanted to dip my toe back in just so y’all would have at least an occasional dose of Jew. I was amused that, here in this very rural redneck part of New York, Red as can be (other than our little college town), Trump signs everywhere, the four physicians she had at the regional hospital were two Indians (call center, not casino), a Pakistani, and a black guy from Alabama. They all said that they loved living here and felt nothing but welcomed. I hope some Progressives come here from NYC to explain to them that they are hated and in constant danger of being lynched. Oh, and one of the India docs got me his mother’s recipe for dosa, which in a just world, would be our national food.

Yes, I’m celebrating SP’s presence here, but also celebrating today’s birthdays, which include a guy who wrote one of the best and most important books of the last 200 years; a guy who inspired a Beatles song; a man who managed true evil; a guy who designed the boxes that buildings came in; a guy who didn’t give a fock (but should have won a Nobel); a piece of shit who capped a career of failure by leaving us his idiot son; a brilliant singer of the most American of genres; a guy whose opponent was disarmed; my favorite football player to watch- and here’s why; a guy whose films leave me in a state of wonder- at why people think they’re any good; and a delightfully named baseball player who was damn fun to watch.

So here’s some Links, and if I have drugs fall out of my ass, my excuse is that I have been away on serious business.

 

Here’s the dumbest fucking idea yet from Team Blue to try to drum up enough extra dough to keep the government running for perhaps 10 or 11 minutes. “Unrealized.” Jesus H titty fucking christ.

 

Every time this asshole open his mouth, I get more sympathetic to the Russians. Say the, Vold, how about if you BUY shit you want instead of whining?

 

RACISM RACISM RACISM! Remember when he voted to lynch Clarence Thomas?

 

This would be delightful.

 

“This time, we’ve got him for sure!!!!”

 

Not news, but a link to some of the geekiest fun I’ve had in a long, long time.

 

If you can’t spell fluorine, don’t write about it. I will resist saying that this story is a nothingburger. Oh wait, I just did.

 

Old Guy Music is inspired by the impressive array of pill bottles in front of me.