We were invited to play 3D laser golf last night. Don’t ask. The ever-wise SP suggested drinking as an alternative. So we put away a passel of ethanol with some fellow libertarians, which is the right way to drink; we don’t have to worry about letting something slip out. And they brought pizza for Wonder Dog, which cements them in her world as her new favorites (“Swiss no bring pizza any more.”).

So if these links seem kinda fuzzy, I blame the alcohol.

Birthdays today include a doctrinaire; a politically incorrect yellowface; an alcoholic on wheels; a guy who figured out how to monetize saving Jews; and a notorious consumer of Publix roast chicken, my mother.

 


 

Someone has been listening to Omar and Tlaib.

 

Trump praises shitty marksmanship.

 

This guy sets a far better example.

 

NRA drama continues. Fuck ’em.

 

In true socialist fashion, the Pope is generous with other people’s money.

 

I’m very curious what the Team Blue spin on this will be.

 

New York Times accidentally says something they really think.

 

My guilty pleasure is Hate Radio, either Red or Blue. This selection seems… bland.

 

“It’s his sled!”

 

Generic industrial swill, but expensive. Just what we needed. Spud and I drank multiple bottles of the ’85, ’88, and ’90. Meh.

 

I… I… I… have no words.

 


 

Old Guy Music today indulges my taste for bizarre mashups. Death metal clarinet, anyone?