Another week, and everything seems just like last week. We’ve settled into a morning ritual, and at least things are predictable. Sorta. Wonder Dog is ecstatic because she gets all kinds of extra food from Grandma when we’re not in the room by putting on her Starving Dog act, right out of Oliver Twist. “Mom, please don’t feed the dog.” “But she looked hungry. How can you not feed her?” “Mom, she’s 120 pounds, she gets plenty of food.” “Then why does she look like she’s so hungry?” Sigh.

Oh, birthdays, right. A guy who inadvertently inspired the Chinese fortune cookie industry; my favorite essayist and contender for favorite novelist; a Raccoon who could write; a piece of shit “historian” who ruined millions of minds; another piece of shit who destroyed millions of lives and was even less deserving than Obama of a Nobel; an incredibly overrated writer; and a guy who was arguably the greatest shortstop in MLB history.

News next.

 

I can’t imagine why anyone could possibly think that Trump is a moron.

 

I can’t imagine why anyone could possibly think that Biden is a senile moron.

 

Teaching the stupid to become stupider.

 

What nice folks. No wonder the Left loves them so much.

 

When it ain’t your year, it really ain’t your year.

 

Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you.

 

It’s the 99% of bad cops and their enablers who make the rest look bad.

 

This is just fucking creepy.

 

Old Guy Music from a band that once was hot, now is largely forgotten, but they had their moments. And now we’re 50 years after. Holy shit, the guitar solo… And a few lines that could not appear in a modern song (“Everywhere is freaks and hairies, dykes and fairies, tell me where is sanity? Tax the rich, feed the poor ’til there are no rich no more?”)