The second seder has passed and our first born still appears to be alive, so we did something right. I’m not sure if Mormons do the Easter sunrise thing or not but the neighborhood is very quiet. And that means ADHD folks like I am can type away and not get distrac… hey, what’s that? PIZZA?? I’M SAVED!!!
Todays birthdays lead off with The Other Lizzie; religious slaver James Dobson; everybody’s hero and the greatest Stooge since Jerome Horwitz, Iggy Pop; and the surprisingly best NFL commenter ever, Tony Romo.
Oh yeah, let’s link!
This is extremely ominous. If it really is a sign of the return of the Tigers, Sri Lanka is in for a long and horrible ride.
Old Guy Music continues in my violin groove with an absolutely astonishing performance by Sugarcane Harris on a rare night that he was more sober than George Jones.
The first night of Passover is behind us. A private seder featuring the four cups of wine, the Four Questions, and the parable of The Four Sons. As a good modern American Jew, I of course lamented the desecration of America by the anti-semite in the White House and the massive rise in homophobia, racism, and income inequality in Trump’s America. We are complicit, sadly, because we had no wheelchair-bound lesbians at the table.
OK, second night of Passover coming up, let’s do it all again! Hope things are cooler where you are than they are here.
Old Guy Music shows the kick I’ve been on recently- rock violinists from my youth. And this time, a band that had its following, but should have been much bigger than it was, The Flock. And here’s an example why.
“ME NO DENY YOU! ME RAPE SANHEDRIN INSTEAD!” “NO. THIS MUST HAPPEN, BROTHER SMITH, AS WAS FORETOLD.” “ME SAD.” “ALL WILL BE WELL. SEE YOU IN A FEW DAYS.”
STEVE SMITH TAKE LINK DUTY TONIGHT. MANY FUNNY GLIBERTARIAN PEOPLE HAVE HOLY DAY. EVERY DAY HOLEY TO STEVE SMITH! HAHAHA! HIM MAKE JOKE, GOOD JOKE! BUT SERIOUS NOW. STEVE SMITH DO LINKS, SO THEM GO CHURCH, OR WHATEVER THEY WANT DO. HERE GOOD LINKS. FROM STEVE SMITH. ON FRIDAY.
STEVE SMITH NOT PICKY, BUT HIM NO RAPE FLUTES. HOOMANS STRANGE SOMETIME ALL TIME.
FUNNY HOOMANS HAVE GO AIRPLANE JOIN MILE HIGH CLUB. STEVE SMITH JUST GO UP MOUNTAIN. FIND CLIMBER. JOIN CLUB. BY JOIN CLUB, MEAN RAPE.
STEVE SMITH THINK RUSSIA NO WANT BASKET CASE LAND. GIVE BACK TO COMEDY PRESIDENT IN UKRAINE? MAYBE IF BECOME PUPPET. STEVE SMITH HAVE MANY PUPPET. BY PUPPET, MEAN MEAT PUPPET.
THIS SURE TO CLEAR THING UP! STEVE SMITH HAPPY HIM NO LIVE CHICAGO.
I guess I don’t understand how you can own your mobile home but rent the land… Also, if these homes are so mobile, what’s the big deal? Finally, six months is a fuckton of notice for closing down a trailer park.
Unless these guys were into auto-erotic asphyxiation or extreme ice play, I doubt they died doing what they loved.
While the goyim are out, the Jews and Italians are practicing their own brand of carpentry with hammers and nails. I’m the mirror image of the Shabbos Goy, filling in where the Catholics are too busy eating crackers and drinking wine, or whatever the fuck they do.
Anecdote from my childhood: my paternal grandfather used to have a weekly poker game. He and his buddies would play cards, smoke cigars, and lapse into Yiddish when they wanted to say something not suitable for my ears (which was useless since I understood Yiddish quite well). One of the guys was Uncle Marvin- not actually my uncle, but all the poker guys were “Uncle.” Uncle Marvin was one of the younger guys, relatively, and was always quite dapper and charming. Anyway, years later, when Spiro Agnew became Vice President, Uncle Marvin became governor of Maryland (“The Cradle of Graft”). During his term, my parents went over to Israel for a tour, and whenever someone would ask them where they were from and they’d respond, “Maryland,” invariably the reaction was, “Oh, you guys have that Jewish governor who’s sleeping with a shiksa.” Everyone seemed to know this. This was puzzling to them, since he was married to a Jewess named Bootsie, and there was no hint of a scandal of that sort. Fast forward a year, suddenly the news breaks that Uncle Marvin was indeed banging a shiksa on the side, whereupon Bootsie locked him out of the governor’s mansion and held it hostage until he could pay her off. For the next several years, he jumped into more dangerous but more lucrative cons and scams to keep funds flowing to Bootsie The Scorned. And inevitably, he got caught and unlike Agnew, actually had to go to jail. Maryland politics at it’s best, and an interesting insight into the Jewish Telegraph that is Israel. So…. Happy Birthday to Governor Marvin Mandel.
I was going to make a different analogy with Trump playing both the tar baby and Brer Rabbit after he’s caught, but that’s probably beyond the pale racist now. So I’ll use a more modern analogy. Trump is like the Roadrunner. He’s just going about his business, maybe well, maybe poorly, but basically minding his own, while suuupergeniuses concoct elaborate devices to entrap and destroy him. And somehow, at the end of each of each day, another anti-Trumper is sitting around bewildered and hurt, while Trump pops up to give the equivalent of a victory “meep” on Twitter, and runs off into the distance.
Mueller made sure to give his old friend Comey a little handjob in the report. Guys! Guys! You’ll never believe it! The White House Press Secretary was less than truthful about something! Poor Pie, just trying to do her job and fend off the Hat and Hair.
Somehow Sears’ creditors are just now figuring out that Eddie Lampert funneled all the assets to his real-estate company and left the company a hollow shell. I will hasten to add that I have no idea whether this is illegal, but it does seem like he tried to ditch these guys through bankruptcy after cutting the best of the company out for himself.
Huh. Radley Balko had me convinced that bite mark analysis was an ineffective pathology tool.
When I was in my early 20s, working my first real job for the princely sum of $13.50/hr, I remember the day before the day before payday being the brokest day of the biweekly cycle. I guess the day before payday was easier because thanks to direct deposit, when you woke up in the morning you wouldn’t be broke anymore. But two days out, if you could see the bottom of the peanut butter jar, and you were down to bread heels, that meant that you had two days to regret all the drinks you’d bought for those tawdry, misleading tarts at the bar over the weekend. Or the new video game you’d bought. Anyhow, I looked at our checking account today and, although the balance still has three digits to the left of the dot, I thought, “oh shit, we’re broke”. Not, like, scrounging up a buck from the change in your car or couch to get to work and back broke. Not, like, ketchup on crackers broke. Just broke enough that it causes me anxiety.
Note: The newness of these links is also poor. I think you discussed all of them in the H&H post, but I can’t find any I like better.
Researchers create zombie pig brains. “This is not a living brain, but it is a cellularly active brain.” — So in other words, a politician
From the OMWC/Mexican Sharpshooter realm: While I admire this guy trying to fulfill his wife’s fantasy, I don’t think forcing some dude to bang her at gunpoint is cool. That’s a pretty aggressive cuck.
This morning I had a Hat-and-Hair dream. Fat, orange Trump was wandering around the Oval Office cleaning up cat vomit, bitching at Pie, and not wearing any clothes. At this point, I think I’m going to sue the other founders for mental anguish, put out my eyes, and join a monastery. Thankfully, my youngest son picked that moment to come into our room and wake me up. Otherwise, my soul might truly have been lost.
Its mating season for gators in Florida, so look out for lots of jorts and oyster boots. (For you non-sportzball fans, the University of Florida’s mascot is the gators, and well, they’re just not fashionable people)
Trump to Whitehouse Correspondants — I’ll go party with the people who are going to make me President again. I’m sure by October 2020, SugarFree will be praying for an upset so he doesn’t have to beat a dead-horse serial for another 4 years.
Dem Presidential Candidate (who isn’t) proposes 2 new Cabinet level agencies – Minitrue and Minikid. Anyone else cynical enough to think the children’s one will end up owning abortion and other “state-paid” infant and child healthcare decisions?
I went searching for hat songs and found… something. The line dancing in the middle part looks like something out of 90s country video. I’m sure that’s culturally insensitive of me.
