We had our Thanksgiving dinner last night instead of Thursday, just WebDom, 10b0t, Sweet Baby James, and Prime (who braved a foot of snow here to make her way down from Buffalo). We ate. We drank. And we drank. It’s a difficult morning. Prime and I are getting too old for this shit. Well, at least we can hope for a Bills victory today (though with different motivations).

Birthdays today include someone you know was going down on you; a brilliant writer who coined every phrase you know that wasn’t from the Bible or Shakespeare; a guy who would happily give you a plate job; the guy who truly opened up the West; the most truly American of any writer; a drunk guy who dragged us into a war; what New York liberals used to be; a guy famous for his letters home from camp; a guy who ate a rat; a victim of Yellow Fever; a much cleverer and more entertaining version of Bernie Sanders; one of my favorite playwrights who put coffee on the map; the second-best swordsman; and a guy who could push some wood.

And now I’ll push some Links.

I will admit that our little celebration last night was not this lively.

How about trying to make your city less of a corrupt shithole? Here’s an archive version.

Torpedoes might be a big ask, but does Australia not have flare guns?

The cure was worse than the disease?

The Jews got to him!

Next up: “Goebbels was just misunderstood.”

Your retarded kid and your delicate feewings are irrelevant. So much for your oath.

One more example of the media gullibly trumpeting propaganda, then quietly and nearly invisibly backing off it. Not that there’s been a consistent pattern, nossir.

I have a solution for this…

What’s Hebrew for “autopen?”

Darrell Huff would be proud. Misleading statistics AND leading anecdotes, all in the service of bigger government. On the positive side, the girl in the photo, despite being clearly stupid, has nice bazongas.

For whatever reason, one of the founding fathers of rock and roll has been almost forgotten. But not by the Old Guy. Hank incorporates some jazz into this to make it sound almost like Texas swing crossed with Dixieland, but the rockabilly peeps through, including the obligatory twangy guitar and pedal steel.