Those were some damn good playoff games. All except the last one, which was an error-filled bloodbath. But at least the Chargers lost. Now there’s one gamer left tonight, which has all the makings of a swan song for Rodgers. And that’s pretty much all I’ve got for sports.

I’ll believe it when I see it. And I do not expect to see it any time soon.

The Peoples Paradise Of New York is going as expected. It’s fucking amateur hour.

I guess they got tired go the Nazi Germany comparisons. Figured they’d try something new to describe when the government actually enforces laws on the books rather than ignoring them.

Everybody here is an asshole. The people who won’t get out of the street. The idiot who barreled through them. And the police for not doing their fucking job worth a shit. So of course it has to be California.

Adios, muchachos! I expect many more to flee.

Fire up the violins. The really, really tiny ones, as far as I’m concerned.

He’s gone off the reservation. Surprising one of them is choosing the 80 over the 20 on an 80/20 topic.

I fully expect the NHS to propose a simple solution: to start killing more patients. It’s always their go-to when they start running over budget.

Just get rid of the Fed altogether. 1. It’s politicized beyond belief. And 2. They can’t manage their one budget and tell the truth.

Damn, dude. Take it easy. Would have been way easier to run a grease fire insurance scam or something.

Here’s a lovely rock song. Such a great band. We are the Mods. We are the Mods. We are, we are, we are the Mods. Enjoy them both.

And enjoy this lovely Monday, dear friends.