So this weekend, I’m joining NPR Lady for a camping trip which she does yearly with her Prog clan. I think she wants to see how I’ll react being immersed in it. My secret weapon: I work at a university, that’s all there is here. Throw me in the briar patch. I think she may also be curious to see how much I infuriate them, since I do a good job infuriating her. She DOES have a sense of humor, otherwise that suspicion wouldn’t occur to me.

Birthdays occur to me, and today’s include a godsend for depressed diabetics; a guy who was full of hot air; an infamous tool of the Jews; a guy who wanted you to know how smart he was; a guy who did such a shit job in the car business that he transitioned to politics (and foisted his progeny on us); a fantastic singer who should be better remembered; one of my professors who wreaked incalculable damage on the world; yet another good argument for term limits; a woman I wouldn’t be caught dead with; the guy who inspired the Guess Who’s biggest hit, “These Eyes”; the doppelganger of Doctor Phil; a girl who got all kinky with Glen Cambell; a celebrity chef who surprised me with how good he really was; cinematic hereditary royalty (and deserving it; the first in a series of hot Israeli politicians; a guy from whom I have two degrees of separation.

Let’s get on with the Links.

 

C’mon, guys, it’s just a dumb fucking cartoon.

 

Hey, here’s a crazy idea to solve this: run a decent candidate.

 

De-balling Yahweh?

 

Department of Unlikely Claims.

 

C’mon, it’s not like she was part of the January 6 Insurrection.

 

“I don’t understand why you don’t want to contribute to the grift.”

 

OK, an odd combo of players and song, but the Old Guy declares it wonderful.