After a week in New York City, Tomb Raider has returned to the more civilized part of the state. I will spend a delightful day in Rochester preventing my dog from damaging her any further, then back to the boonies tomorrow in time for football. Rochester is a fine town, a perfect demonstration of every public policy to “help” poor people working as expected. The economic engine was Kodak and Xerox, both names that were once central in the economy and are now wispy afterthoughts. So it’s a city that business has basically abandoned, leaving behind no particular economic prospects for the residents. A slightly worse murder rate than Compton or Washington, DC (when the Clintons are out of town), double the NY state poverty rate, and a city government which is… well… Anyway, there ARE some nice things about it, not the least of which is a fine view of the Lake and a very nice city market. Good luck making it there without getting mugged, but still. Of course, one day, a smart mayor and city council might come along who can put in place free market policies that will lead Rochester into being a good place to start and run a business, creating jobs and wealth… oh, I guess they can’t as long as it’s part of New York. Never mind. Permanent shithole.

Birthdays today include a man who would be king; a Canadian who tried to be a satirist, but was too polite; a guy who could not save us from Hoover; a guy who was there; the second best Jewish pitcher; arguably the best folk/bluegrass composer of my lifetime; a decent folksinger with outsize success; the fourth member of Cream and a remarkable talent, though not the best at domestic relations; a guy who proved that everything is better with monkeys; another guy who proved that everything is better with monkeys; an incredible and incredibly underrated drummer; a woman who always makes me think, “Why is she popular?”; a true practitioner of free market capitalism; and some guy who played golf.

Up and Link ’em!

 

Honestly, I’m no fan of Orange Man, but this really does seem like actual treason.

 

From the country who brought us the lively song “Kill The Boer.”

 

Don’t worry about it, we have lots of cities that have declared themselves Sanctuary… hey, where did everybody go?

 

I was somewhat relieved to see the word “sale.” Now if we can only get Ukraine to start paying instead of US tax cattle…

 

They say this as if it were a bad thing.

 

“Same as downtown.” Like Bernie Sanders, the news gets the problem right, and the causes and solutions completely wrong.

 

Besides being an insanely melodic and fluid player, Blake may be the most powerful flatpicker I’ve ever heard. Old Man commends this to you.