“I’ve been framed, I tells ya! Lemme outta here!”

It was a fine New Years Eve with the family- and I’m including Prime in that category these days. WebDom, 10b0t, Sweet Baby James, 10b0t’s other two kids, Prime, and I gathered around the table, gorged ourselves on a variety of Middle Eastern dishes and cheeses, and (for the carnivores) rib-eye with Béarnaise sauce. WebDom and I attacked our cholesterol levels with su boregi, an exceptionally high-fat high-carb Turkish cheese pie. Shocking as this seems, we drank quite a bit. Quite a bit. I spent the next two days detoxing. Now I’m spending the weekend re-toxing as Prime and I plow through some we-need-to-try-this wine and beer and prepare for the last of the NFL season. Her team (the Bills, of course) is already in it, mine… not so much. My blood alcohol level versus time is starting to resemble a sine wave.

And we’re celebrating birthdays, too, including a guy who always reminds me of garbanzos; an insanely overrated writer, whose output had the profundity of Harry Potter; one of the funniest ladies in cinema; Pia Zadora long before there was a Pia Zadora; a guy who was in the best baseball movie ever; a crypto-Jew at the keyboard; the architect of “Football of the Future”; the Fifth Beatle and most creative studio mind of the 20th century; a guy whose word was law; a guy who is just as entertaining off the screen as on it; and a girl who stands to collect $10,000 from me.

And what you will collect from me is Links.

After many of us saying, “I don’t like him, but at least he’s not dragging us into wars,” Trump says, “Hold my Diet Coke!”. So let’s see, no declaration of war, no authorization for use of military force, just pure “Cuz I say so.” The War on Drugs turns hot.

The unrest might be real (and will be swiftly and brutally squelched), but this guy is a grifter.

Once more I ask, why are we even in the UN, much less handing them shitpiles of money?

This is rather long-form, but it’s worth picking the scab off of the Gates Foundation and discovering that there’s no good guys on either side of their controversies.

Every time you think that Swalwell has reached Peak Retard, he says, “Hold my mocha latte!”

Another chip in the wall. Maybe we’ll one day see the Bill of Rights actually honored… nah. But still, a baby step.

Is it me or does that new voice sound just like AOC? It’s a conspiracy!

Jews make exodus to White Plains.

Why I love Twitter.

Emmet Cohen may be my favorite living pianist. And he just works perfectly with every visiting star, in this case the terrific Israeli-American guitarist Gilad Hekselman. If you know this wonderful Monk tune, you can hear how it’s honored even as it’s turned inside out. It’s a Jew Jazz miracle. The Old Guy loves this shit.