Tonight is the night! Channukah begins with a candle lighting ceremony, some obligatory wine, and potato latkes (one of the few Ashkenazi dishes that rises above the level of barely edible). I will celebrate the victory of the Jewish Taliban over the attempted-civilizer Greeks. I will not sing Christmas carols, but as you can see, I have my own way of celebrating that season.

Other considerations are birthdays, and today’s include a guy whose career ended up cratering; a guy who actually did a lot; a guy who was a buddy to one of the birthday boys from yesterday; a guy who was Frank Zappa, Captain Beefheart, and They Might Be Giants, rolled into one; a guy who proved that mumbling can be the way to fame and fortune; a perfect crazy chick who was actually two of a kind; and a prime candidate for the woodchipper.

And with that… Links.

Welcome to the Ivy League, motherfuckers. And of course, we have to put a political slant on it (note that they were nowhere nearby).

And of course, these things only happen in the US. And the media using Hamas propaganda to whip up an antisemitic frenzy has no real consequences.

Yesterday was just the tip. Today, we’re sinking it in deep.

I love any article that starts with the words “Fascist Trump goon.” I mean, you know it will be well-reasoned and analytical.

Fun game: count the number of times NPR uses the term “far right.” Now count how many times they use the term “far left.”

“It worked so well for Beto.”

Somewhere in this world, a class-action attorney is drooling and sharpening his knives.

We celebrate the mentally ill.

Speaking of which, this might be the single funniest thing I’ve ever read on the Twix. h/t Warty

Is it me or is that a dick in the photo?

This falls into the Old Guy’s bucket of, “If more country music sounded like this, I’d listen to more country music.” The second song is exactly what I needed after much drinking last night.