Author: Old Man With Candy

  • Sunday Morning Brief Links

     

    And coincidentally, I’m wearing my briefs. And aching mightily from hauling heavy objects yesterday in preparation for an onslaught of visitors. And there will be many more today, so this will be a bit leaner and more terse than is my usual. Sorry.

     

    Birthdays: a guy I find interesting and often infuriating; one of the greatest men in NFL history; and a guy without whom we’d all be talking with tin cans and taut strings.

     

    Here’s a riddle: What do immigrants and Iran have in common?

     

    “Not enough graft for me.”

     

    It’s amazing the shit politicians can say with a straight face. Do they crack up later when no-one is watching?

     

    There are people I want to punch.

     

    Here’s a shock: Biden is a mendacious asshole. 

     

    Florida Woman.

     

     

    Old Guy Music. Little commentary, great song.

  • Saturday Morning Heavy Object Links

    “OK, you need to move everything out of your lab, haul it upstairs, and set it up there. As soon as you do that, you need to haul everything that’s upstairs to the downstairs to make room for more stuff you’re hauling from downstairs to upstairs.” This will be my Saturday. It is not often that one thinks, “Man, I wish Warty was here,” but this is one of those times. No time to spare, so let’s just get to it.

    Birthdays today include a fun guy with reputedly a huge dick; co-star of TV’s most perfect comedy; candidate for the most overrated actress; a comedian who knew how to go out with a bang; an absolutely disgusting fraud who became the patron saint of ambulance-chasers; and the queen of processed and unchallenging punk.

     

    British politics is getting nearly as entertaining as ours.

     

    I’ve never been an opera fan, but I could be convinced.

     

    More TSA heroes.

     

    Attention Swiss Servator!

     

    Hey, Cubans, if you don’t like it, there ARE still lampposts.

     

    Cheer on the police state! What could possibly go wrong?

     

    You have enough money to, ahhh, take care of this situation.

     

    “This time, for sure!”

     

    “We’re the government and we’re here to help you!”

     

    Old Guy Music is a selection from an interesting concept album, “Seven Curses,” the songs on which are all American murder ballads. Cheerful! Here’s a wonderful cowboy song.

  • Friday Morning Links

     

    I like to start these things out with minor anecdotes so that people can think that we’re human. I have no anecdotes. But I have a picture of Wonder Dog with an inflatable collar, doing her impression of Swiss Servator.

     

    Birthdays today include Nina’s dad; a chick who banged Spock; a vastly overrated guitarist; a vastly overrated cartoonist; one of Obama’s targets who managed to survive; and a punchline in search of a joke.

    News coming up next.

     

    Will he or won’t he? Only The Mustache knows for sure.

     

    Team Red has to be so proud.

     

    “…but names will never hurt me.” They might fuck YOU up, though.

     

    Another attack by a white supremacist.

     

    OWWWWW!!!!

     

    “But it’s really great shit!”

     

    I swear, when we moved here, I had no idea. /looks nervously at SP’s rusty tin can lids.

     

    I’d vote to acquit, then give him a medal.

     

    And for Old Guy Music, here’s one for the Very Young Lady, one of SP’s favorite songs. There’s a wonderful story behind it involving a large bag of weed, cannabutter, and a squirrel, but no time for it now. It mourns a dead friend, and with marvelous lyric poetry.

  • Jewsday Tuesday: Lepers, Levites, and Laments

    The Torah reading this week is from the jawbreakingly named “Behaalotecha,” which basically means, “Roll up for the Mystery Tour.” And talk about weird and scattered.

    We start with Aaron getting orders from Yahweh to light the tabernacle’s candelabra every day. But not just any old candelabra- Yahweh is a god of taste, refinement, and distinction. THAT candelabra has to be made of hammered gold, presumably by a hammered goldsmith. But Yahweh is never simple, and the instructions start getting more and more ornate. The next thing that has to be done is getting the Levites assembled. But before they can assemble, they have to ritually bathe and shave themselves. Not just their beards, we’re talking full Brazilian. Dingleberries are common in the desert, but they are not kosher fruit. Once cleaned, shaved, and assembled, all the other Jews have to surround them and do the Wave. I am not bullshitting, this is the stuff that Yahweh thrives on, much like Moses and macaroni pictures. Afterwards, the Levites are supposed to lay hands on a couple of calves, and in the inverse of the Christian ritual of healing via laying on of hands, the calves are killed.

    Nothing is simple with Yahweh.

    Now this seems like a lot of work for Aaron, but the whole point is that the Levites now have to pitch in and do this work as well, interspersed with bathing and shaving and getting the Wave. It’s no fun being a Levite.

    In the manner of a book written by an Aspie, suddenly we’ve changed the subject, and now we’re talking about Pesach. See, there’s weird taboos about touching dead bodies, and a bunch of guys who touched dead bodies (I think they were people with legitimate functions, not corpse-fuckers) pointed out that because they were ritually unclean and had to sit outside the city for 7 days, they missed all the Pesach fun. They said to Moses, “This sucks! Here we are doing our jobs, following the rules, and what happens? We get punished for it! We want the goddamn 4 cups of wine and matzo brei!” Moses, being the corporate lackey that he was, nodded and said, “Yeah, that’s a good point. Let me kick this one upstairs and see what the Boss says.” Moses got past the secretary and managed to ask the Boss, “OK, these guys are doing what we’re telling them to do, how do we deal with this?” Yahweh, who despite other flaws was a reasonably competent HR manager, thought about it and responded, “Good point, I guess we hadn’t thought that one through. Tell ya what, if someone misses out on the Pesach fun because they touched a body or they were on a long trip and couldn’t get back in time, we can have a Make-Up Pesach. We’ll make it, I dunno, maybe a month later. yeah, that’s the ticket. But let me be clear- this is for corpse-touchers and frequent flyers only. If you missed the fun because you were procrastinating, fuck you.”

    SCREEEECH! We change the subject again, now to tents, clouds, and trumpets. Not just any trumpets, hammered silver trumpets, presumably made by a hammered silversmith. This is all the shit involved in telling the Jews when to stay and when to get moving, using hammered silver trumpets as the signal. I mean, 40 years wandering around, that’s going to take some direction, and the bugle hadn’t been invented yet. Of course, bugles are brass anyway, and that’s kind of insulting to Yahweh. In any case, after a year in the same spot, the Jews all started moving again.

    SCREEEEECH! Just as you were getting comfortable… Jews start whining and complaining. First, they whined at Yahweh. “Manna for breakfast, manna for lunch, manna for dinner, we’re getting damn sick of this. And all the walking! Isn’t there a nice chair somewhere and maybe some meat? Kreplach would be nice, but a brisket would do.” That pissed Yahweh off a bit, and he returned the favor by raining down fire. So the whining got redirected to Moses, who was lacking in the raining-down-fire department. There were six hundred thousand whiners involved in this, which was a bit much for Moses to handle alone. So he did what any good middle manager would do and complained to HIS boss. “These people are driving me fucking nuts. I can’t get anything done because I’m busy listening to one whiner after another.” Yahweh nodded and said, “OK, I’ll authorize a headcount increase. Hire seventy people for the Complaint Department. And by the way, I have a little trick up my sleeve…” Remember the famous Mencken quote about the definition of democracy? Well, it wasn’t original with him, Yahweh got there first. And channeling a speech from the future (omniscients can be ruthless plagiarizers), Yahweh said, “We’re going to get meat. We’re going to get so much meat. We’re going to get so much meat, you’re going to be so sick and tired of meat, you’re going to come to me and go ‘Please, please, we can’t eat any more meat.’ You’ve heard this one. You’ll say ‘Please, Yahweh, we beg you sir, we don’t want to get any more meat. It’s too much. It’s not fair to everybody else.’ And I’m going to say ‘I’m sorry, but we’re going to keep getting meat, getting meat, getting meat, we’re going to make the Children of Israel great again.’”

    And to prove his point, Yahweh inundated the Jews with quail. They set upon it like a freshly-baked stoner on a plate of chocolate chip cookies. “Poultry, this is more like it!” As always, though, Yahweh was a consummate asshole and managed to infect all the quail with the Plague. “HAR HAR HAR, THE JOKE IS ON YOU, WHINY HEBES!”

    SCREEEEEECH! Just when you think there’s a theme developing, we suddenly change directions again. Moses’s sister, Miriam, and his brother, Aaron, started their own complaints. “That fucking brother of ours married a shiksa, but he still gets all the glory while we get bupkis.” Do NOT dis Yahweh’s favorite middle manager because that’s gonna piss Yahweh off royally. And it did. So Miriam get hit with leprosy. This freaked out Moses, who said to Yahweh, “Look, she’s a meddlesome Jewess, but she IS my sister. Can you let up a bit before her hands fall off or something? And since you left Aaron alone,  we might be open to a sex discrimination suit. Satan does have all the lawyers, after all…” In the interests of worker morale and staying out of court, Yahweh said, “Look, she has to be taught a lesson. How about she just has leprosy for a week?” Moses thought about that, and said, “Yeah, I guess a suspension is better than termination.” So Miriam had to stand outside the city for a week until it went away, and she managed to save most of her hands and feet. Aaron still skated. For now.

    Yahweh has a tough job, head of HR.

     

     

  • Sunday Morning Creaky Links

    A confession: we still haven’t actually unpacked from our move. The process is not simple since our new residence is smaller and more oddly shaped than our old one (much like me).  Much furniture and box moving back and forth for the latest iteration of room arrangement, in the manner of that old logic puzzle of the farmer, the fox, the goose, and the grain. I am feeling every day of my age at the moment. And Wonder Dog still looks at us like she’s been betrayed, despite having a new barking target, that giant roadrunner who lives in our yard. I’ve seen roadrunners before, but this one is massive, the Warty of the bird kingdom.

    Birthdays…. let’s just say that every libertarian should be celebrating today as a holiday. But still, there are others: a pretty cooley guy who merely invented bits and software as words when he was done revolutionizing mathematics; the guy who gave Sheldon Richman a reason for living; the biographer of Al Gore; and a fine mess.

    And now the news.

     

    I’m shocked, SHOCKED that our fine men in blue could possibly lie to cover up for their brutality. I mean, this is a Team Blue city.

     

    I have an alibi. Not sure about Heroic Mulatto.

     

    Taking a stab at social media. That’s gold, man!

     

    This put me in the mood for Del Taco. 

     

    So much missing from this story.

     

    “We have the best crashes. Only the best crashes! The classiest crashes!’

     

    Never change, NPR, never change.

     

    Someone badly, badly needs punching. And it’s going to happen if there’s any justice in this world.

     

     

    Although my Old Guy Music has a definite indy folk, classic prog rock, and bop jazz slant, I do get my funk fix now and then. And from one of my favorite funk bands, here is a perfect period piece.

     

  • Saturday Morning Old and Dried Out Links

    Happy Shabbos, you antisemitic goyim! One of my favorite quotes about Goldwater was, “I always knew the first Jewish president of the United States would be Episcopalian.” Ah well, it wasn’t to be. “Extremism in defense of liberty is no vice” was sadly considered nuts.

    Birthdays today are an excellent bunch, including my favorite classical composer; my favorite pianist (about whose death a movie ought to be made); the guy beneath SP’s favorite gravestone; a really fun to watch pitcher; a great scowl and mustache (which ought to be the name of a London pub; and a complete piece of shit who left behind some other turds.

    Well, with no further delay… links!

     

    Remember what they said about redheads in the hot/crazy matrix?

     

    Apartheid state!

     

    Say what you will, he has initiative.

     

    Indeed, there are some ideas so stupid that it takes a PhD to come up with them.

     

    Fuck you, Frankie, stick to religion, something you (presumably) know something about.

     

    “Wait, was this wrong?”

     

    TSA saves us from the looming danger of butter knives.

     

    We’re working on a fake hate incident against Glibertarians.com to get us some of that sweet, sweet free media exposure. Although calling this a “hate” incident is something of a stretch. It’s a fucking letter.

     

     

    And today’s Old Guy Music features one of the birthday boys and a long time personal favorite. Although most of his work was in small groups (Coltrane, Kirk, Mingus…), he shows here that he can big band with the best of them. And his composition and arranging skills live up to his playing. My brush-with-fame story: I once saw him at a small club in Baltimore where the turnout was… me and my date. That was it. Maybe the word didn’t get out? Dunno, but he played a whole show for us, played his ass off, and sat with us for drinks during the break between sets. I gushed, “I love your music, I have all your albums!” and he grinned and responded, “Oh, YOU’RE the guy!”

  • Friday Morning What Was I Thinking? Linking

    Another lovely day here in Satan’s idea of Paradise. But on the bright side, it’s Friday. And we’re not snowed in. And I’m not going to link any stories about a guy who had drugs fall out of his ass, then shot himself in the nuts. And no depressing Holocaust posts. See, you should be feeling better already!

    Birthdays today include a guy I keep forgetting about; someone who always gets me charged up; a racist, homophobic murdering piece of shit who is a Leftist icon; and a guy I would have loved to have had a few beers with.

     

    Here’s a petition from Change.org we can all get behind. And I’d suggest starting another one calling for the prosecutor (someone name Preet Bharara) to get stuffed into a woodchipper.

     

    “But we were just helping you by removing those mines! How can you be so suspicious?”

     

    Well, that settles it, then. Biden’s the guy.

     

    What do you get when you take a well-past-the-use-by-date director and hand him a series that ran out of steam about 30 years ago? This. God help us, this will be even worse than Jaws.

     

    “A new excuse to shred the First Amendment? OH JOY!”

     

    If this reporting were from a more credible source, it might be worth paying attention to.

     

    Computers are clearly not libertarian.

     

    Global Warming- more effective than clubbing.

     

    Cue World’s Smallest Violin.

     

    Old Guy Music features one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite albums. No Cream today, we’re dieting.

  • Jewsday, uhhhhh, Thursday

    The Judenrat of Lodz.

    A question that gets asked a lot is, “Why is it that Team Blue’s turn toward anti-semitism has not significantly driven Jews out of the party?” It’s a reasonable question, and I gave a partial answer some time ago in a Jewsday Tuesday, a desire among the upper and upper middle classes to demonstrate their virtue as a way of expiating their feelings of guilt over their good fortunes, all encouraged by actual Jewish traditions of charity and “healing the world.” There’s also the concept (very flawed) of the “self-hating Jew”; this is a particularly ridiculous term for a real phenomenon, given that the people who are described this way generally think quite highly of themselves, they just dislike OTHER Jews. But it goes a bit beyond all that, I think. Since people love drawing historic parallels, I’ll do the same by reminding us of the Judenrat.

    The Judenrat came about during the ghettoization of Europe under the Germans. The basic concept was a group of Jews selecting themselves as intermediaries between the Germans and the ghetto residents. The Judenrat would essentially act as a local government to make sure that the ghetto residents behaved themselves and didn’t piss off the Germans too much by acting up, or Yahweh forbid, rebelling. By this means, they hoped to curry favor with the Germans by helping to enforce German law and restrictions within their community. This sort of structure had a long tradition in European Jewish areas for much of the period of Christian rule; it was not an innovation of WWII, although its formalization (if not its authority) was dictated by the Germans.

    Whence, then, derived their authority? The Judenrat were mostly populated by rabbis and other prominent citizens (upper class and upper middle class- sound familiar?), who felt that “go along to get along” was the best policy- of course, the fact that they had their social positions (and fortunes) at stake had no bearing on their decision to bow down to the Powers That Be. Perish that thought. The basic concept was the rationalization of cooperating with one’s enemies for some sense of reward.

    It might be monetary, it might be survival with other people being killed, it might be a sense of moral self-satisfaction. Hey, if others suffer but you prosper or at least escape the fate befalling your community, what’s wrong with that?

    The historian Hannah Arendt caused great consternation by observing:

    Wherever Jews lived, there were recognized Jewish leaders, and this leadership, almost without exception, cooperated in one way or another, for one reason or another, with the Nazis. The whole truth was that if the Jewish people had been really unorganized and leaderless, there would have been chaos and plenty of misery but the total number of victims would hardly have been between four and half and six million people.

    Unintentional libertarianism, but nonetheless, her point was sound.

     

    Here’s excerpts from meetings of the Judenrat of Bialystock (source: Yad Vashem):

    More than eight months have already passed since the fence made a special “kingdom” for us, the Jewish ghetto. In this “kingdom” the Judenrat carries out the duties of a “government,” and we, the Jewish police, must carry out the difficult task of keeping order and maintaining quiet in the ghetto. I asked Engineer Barash several times to arrange talks with the population of the ghetto. The thing is this: the regulations of the authorities are not being properly observed. Perhaps I am at fault myself, I am too soft and moderate, and our people do not take into account that we are Jews. The evening curfew is not observed punctually: one must go to bed at 9 o’clock, one is not allowed to be in the street. Not keeping the regulations may cause somebody to be shot; and Jews often take a walk after the curfew hour. The yellow badge is not worn properly, one forgets it in front, and the next forgets it at the back. The same happens about the black-out. There have been cases of whole houses lit up like for a celebration. There has already been a tragic case in the ghetto: a woman was shot in her home when the room was badly blacked out. The Jews are a stiff-necked people. Street-trading never stops, especially on Kupiecka Street, and all our efforts do not help. That shows the need for a firm hand. There are telephone calls from the 4th [Police] Station outside the ghetto that Jewish children have been caught without yellow badges and without papers and that can cause a tragedy on some occasion. Parading up and down the street with children in colored baby carriages could also cause much annoyance. Let the mothers stop doing it.

    Groups of Jews gather around the gates of the ghetto and don’t go away even when the Germans chase them off, and the Jews might even be shot. Cleanliness is not satisfactory either. Thousands are spent on cleaning, and it is dirty again by the next morning; people don’t take care, they don’t want to know that that is a danger. And again, thousands of Jews go to work, work in the sweat of their brows, and at the same time many others avoid work in various ways. The house committees are obliged to hand over such cases so that the members of the Jewish Police need not catch passers-by in the street and start fighting with Jews. That brings no credit either to the population or to the Jewish Police. If things go on like this for much longer, there is likely to be a catastrophe, for anyone who wants to live must work!

    I am full of admiration for the close harmony that reigns between the members of the Judenrat. Differences of opinion simply do not happen. All our decisions and actions are unanimous.The Judenrat did not start out as what it is today: It developed in time as it worked, thanks to the efforts of its first members who created everything that we now have. As I said, we were not chosen by anybody. The respected Eng. Barash convinced us to accept the great and difficult duties because he understood the needs of the hour. Now it has become a government, so to say, with all the offices, departments, ministers. The official chairman, Dr. Rosenman, walks around by himself to find workers for the Germans. He has gone through a great deal. His most important contribution was to have appointed the respected Eng. Barash, because the Rabbi did not have the strength to do everything that was needed. I do not wish to praise the individual, what matters to me is the job, the achievement. The respected Eng. Barash is the prime minister in our “government,” as well as the minister of the interior, minister of industry, because in the ghetto everything must be concentrated in one hand. Industry, for instance, is connect with the Wehrmacht, so it becomes a matter of foreign policy. Sometimes we are surprised how he gets it all done, how it all works out. It seems like Divine intervention, particularly in the past few weeks. Everything gets done in the best possible way. The other responsibilities, it seems to me, are carried out by the other members, but it is the spirit, the direction, which is the most important thing….

    What is our direction? In matters concerning the community we try always to reach agreement, compromise, so that everybody may be satisfied. From now on we shall have to stand by the letter of the law! Let him who is fearful and fainthearted return to his house! We shall have to cling to this principle if we wish to stay alive. And the ghetto must remain a productive element as well.

     

    By contrast, here is a transcript from a meeting of the resistance fighters of the Bialystock ghetto (source: Yad Vashem):

    It’s a good thing that at least the mood is good. Unfortunately, the meeting won’t be very cheerful. This meeting may be historic, if you like, tragic if you like, but certainly sad. That you people sitting here are the last halutzim in Poland; around us are the dead. You know what happened in Warsaw, not one survived, and it was the same in Bendin and in Czestochowa,and probably everywhere else. We are the last. It is not a particularly pleasant feeling to be the last: it involves a special responsibility. We must decide today what to do tomorrow. There is no sense in sitting together in a warm atmosphere of memories! Nor in waiting together, collectively, for death. Then what shall we do?

    We can do two things: decide that when the first Jew is taken away from Bialystok now, we start our counter-Aktion. That nobody will go to the factories from tomorrow, that none of us is allowed to hide when the Aktion starts.

    Everybody will be mobilized for the job. We can see to it that not one German leaves the ghetto, that not one factory remains whole. It is not impossible that after we have completed our task, someone may by chance still be alive.

    But we will fight to the last, till we fall.

    …Here in Bialystok we are fated to live out the last act of this blood-stained tragedy. What can we do and what should we do? The way I see it the situation really is that the great majority in the ghetto and of our group are sentenced to die. Our fate is sealed. We have never looked on the forest as a place in which to hide, we have looked on it as a base for battle and vengeance. But the tens of young people who are going into the forests now do not seek a battlefield there, most of them will lead beggars’ lives there and most likely will find a beggar’s death. In our present situation our fate will be the same, beggars all.

    Only one thing remains for us: to organize collective resistance in the ghetto, at any cost, to let the ghetto be our Masada, to write a proud chapter on Jewish Bialystok and on our Movement.

    I know which group (((I))) would be in.

     

    And here is a speech from the head of the Vilna Judenrat given to the ghetto residents about arming themselves and the necessity of common-sense gun control (source: Yad Vashem):

    A few days ago I went to the Gestapo and spoke to the Commander of the SD there about the revolvers. I may tell you that he is not at all stupid. He said to me: “From an economic point of view the ghetto is very valuable, but if you are going to take foolish risks and if there is any question of security, then I will wipe you out. And even if you get 30, 40 or 50 revolvers, you will not be able to save yourselves and will only bring on your misfortune faster.”

    Why did I call you together? Because today another Jew has been arrested for buying a revolver. I don’t yet know how this case will end. The last case ended fortunately for the ghetto. But I can tell you that if it happens again we shall be very severely punished. Perhaps they will take away those people over 60, or children… Now consider whether that is worthwhile!!! There can be only one answer for those who think soundly and maturely: It is not worthwhile!!!

    As long as the ghetto remains a ghetto those of us who have the responsibility will do everything we can so that nothing shall happen to the ghetto. Nowadays a Jew’s whole family is responsible for him. If that is not enough, then I will make the whole room responsible for him, and if even that is not enough – the apartment and even the building.

    You will have to watch each other, and if there are any hot-heads then it is your duty to report it to the Police. That is not informing. It would be informing if you were to keep silent and the people were to suffer.

    This really sounds eerily familiar.

     

    Lest I imply that the Judenrat were irredeemably and universally evil, allow me to briefly mention Dov Lopatyn, the head of the Judenrat of the Lakva Ghetto in Belarus. The Germans informed the Judenrat that the people of the ghetto were to be murdered, but that if the Judenrat cooperated, they would be spared. Lopatyn refused, and immediately set into motion a plan for resistance. When the Germans entered the ghetto, the Jewish leaders set the Judenrat headquarters on fire as a signal. The ghetto resistance ambushed the Germans, and fought them with every weapon at their disposal and no hope of survival. Indeed, the majority of ghetto inhabitants were killed, but at least they managed to inflict some casualties. Over a thousand ghetto inhabitants escaped during the battle. Most escapees were also found and killed, but Lopatyn joined the Communist resistance and over the next couple of years, managed to take out some measure of vengeance against the Germans before being killed in battle. Some people are capable of learning.

    Some are not.

     

     

  • Sunday Morning Perfunctory Links

    I’m exhausted, I’m overwhelmed with work and house stuff, and I have to get out to the trails extra early in order to avoid becoming a crispy critter. And not much is really happening in the world. And Sunday morning is our slowest time. So this one is gonna be phoned in. Hey, Spud gave you a treat last night, think of this as a kind of a counterbalance.

    In fact, I’ll only note one birthday and that will be at the end. We’re going right to news, such as it is.

     

    Insufficient panic. WE ONLY HAVE 11.5 YEARS, PEOPLE!!!!!

     

    Insufficient panic. WE’RE GOING TO DIE TODAY!!!!

     

    Insufficient panic. WE’RE GOING TO DIE BY THE END OF THE CENTURY!!!!!

     

    Iowa Glibs should feel privileged to have so much greatness in their midst.

     

    “I was just looking for pussy.”

     

    Heh heh heheh, her name is Hornaday.

     

    Fuck TSA, piece of shit useless agency. Thanks a lot, W, I hope there’s a woodchipper in your future. We owe you that.

     

    My old stomping grounds. Such fine management.

     

    Insert Polack joke here.

     

    Yes, today’s birthday is the guy who pretty much defined electric guitar. His solo on this song is… breathtaking.

  • Saturday Morning Even Hotter Links

    It’s Saturday, and this Jew is going to wander in the desert, one hopes for less than 40 years. After all, I have lunch waiting.

    Birthdays today include Swiss Servator (who deserves a Wikipedia entry), the guy who gave Heinlein his start; the guy who gave molecules an interesting twist; the guy who created the most brilliant character on Seinfeld; a murderous piece of shit who may have almost single-handedly turned public opinion against the war in Vietnam; the slickest-fielding shortstop I ever saw;  and the guy who ended up with Clarence White’s guitar and redefined flat-picking. Oh, and the brains of the Democratic Party.

    That said, let’s get to the news.

     

    Much face-saving, but at least we don’t get hit with yet another tax increase.

     

    I’m not saying it’s aliens, but… it’s aliens.

     

    Slate can go fuck themselves.

     

    Vox can go fuck themselves.

     

    The police and prosecutors can go fuck themselves. I vote for more woodchippers.

     

    Related, but different. In this case, the phone owner has the option to drop the case.

     

    Indiana guns, no doubt. Because CA has common-sense gun control.

     

    What would a cynical person make of this? I, of course, am not cynical…. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

     

    In an irony of ironies, an Ars Technica wokester has apparently been taking my handle too seriously.

     

    A bit of chlorine in the gene pool. Hey kids, if you can’t handle drugs, don’t take drugs.

     

    Being as it’s Tony Rice’s birthday, here’s one of his songs, with his astonishing flat-picking leading the way. And listen to what he does for comping when the other guys are soloing. This might be one of my all-time favorite albums…