Well, being immersed in an NPR universe was certainly… an experience. The teen boys had badges with their pronouns (and they needed them). There was a remarkably ugly tranny trying to prove that, yes, you can do worse than Richard Levine or that bald freakshow who steals luggage. Badges and banners honoring unions who, as you know, brought us the weekend. Much tut-tutting about Trump and white supremacy. In the meantime, the theme of this festival was Morris dancing, traditionally done in blackface, and there was not a single black or brown face in the crowd or on any of the various dance teams. NPR Lady (one of the organizers) was stressed about everything running smoothly, to the point where she forgot to worry about what I might say to people in conversations. She’ll likely get an earful this week.

Birthdays today include a guy who was creative but not a singer; a physicist who had his own ideas about relativity; a cartoonist whose portraiture is… classic; a guy whose roster of PhD students pretty much defined modern physics; a famous hatchet man; a now-dead warmonger; a guy who may have accidentally impregnated a hat; an impish fellow who was a real cut-up; the first female senator from South Carolina; an actor whose presence in a film is a slam-dunk guarantee that it will suck; proof that Amish chicks have amazing breasts; proof that fucking your way to the top is a viable strategy; and the star of the best cartoon show ever made.

Onward and outward, to Links we go.

 

I intend to use this link to piss off the next NPR person who is shocked by my lack of support for the poor besieged Ukrainians. 

 

“This message brought to you by the DNC.”

 

I’d be less uneasy if they fucking paid for them.

 

I’m sure this was white supremacists.

 

Lift a glass of sparkling Mtsvane.

 

In case you wonder where SugarFree gets his inspiration.

 

One of the various dance teams was called Jack In The Green. Shockingly, no-one seemed aware of this song.