Another week goes by as if nothing. I go to sleep and I wake up. We have the same questions and still no answers. The planets circle the sun, the Moon circles the Earth, and when I flush the toilet, the water circles down the drain. It’s all circles. Orange Hitler still lives in people’s heads, I’m still a Nazi because my extensive criticisms of him don’t include racism, sexism, homophobia, and refusing to tip waiters, and I still think a guy wearing a dress is a guy wearing a dress, even after the magic of a scalpel removes the impediments.

I swear, I’m not high. Or heat-stroked: our A/C is finally working again.

And just to prove it, I’ll trot out some birthdays, including a guy who has our number; a guy who was in one of the worst movies of all time; one of the few people to outpoint Ali; a guy who was in one of the greatest movies of all time; someone who sinks ships; and a guy wearing a dress.

On to the news.

 

Biden is the gift that keeps on giving. T/W: Twatter

 

“So the pot fell out of his asshole, then he shot himself in the balls…” or something.

 

Speaking of which… fuck you, Miranda. 

 

Asshole arrested for… being an asshole, apparently.

 

Don’t know about you, but my productivity get killed by too many boners.

 

Dumb and dumber.

 

Low-level Obama holdover quits, then whines about Trump. Well, that’s newsworthy.

 

My apologies for another Twatter link, but this is a wonderful story. Ignore the asshats in the comments, because some people are just asshats and can’t help it.

 

“I’ve fallen and I can’t get….URRRRRRP.”

 

There’s an old joke whose punchline is, “How about you cut the prices and put more asses on the seats?” And while you’re at it, get rid of the TSA bullshit you’re now making people go through. This is a big reason SP and I go to minor league games instead of MLB.

 

Old Guy Music today seems weirdly appropriate. And it’s a wonderful song.