Well, the Big Day has come, though the best teams are missing. Nonetheless, it will be fun. Our Dutch visitor asked SP, “So which is your team?”

“Neither. My team was eliminated.”

“Well, which one is OMWC’s team?”

“Neither. His team was eliminated.”

“Then why are you watching this?”

“It’s the Super Bowl, duh!”

And besides the Super Bowl, today is a birthday for the usual odd assortment of people, including the crappiest novelist to ever get a cult following; and another contender for the same award; one of the icons of my youth; another of the icons of my youth; another of the icons of my youth; and the erect nipples that launched a billion boners.

So, without further delay, the news.

 

Not unexpected, but I wish he were playing today.

 

“I hate the NFL, but I love my team.” Seriously, fuck those guys.

 

“No one believes more firmly than Comrade Napoleon that all animals are equal. He would be only too happy to let you make your decisions for yourselves. But sometimes you might make the wrong decisions, comrades, and then where should we be?”

 

I don’t know which is more delicious, this news story or this news story.

 

Maybe this one. Or perhaps this one. Or maybe this one. You choose.

 

Even Biden can say something actually funny every now and then.

 

Trigger warning: nut punch. And really, if there were ever an appropriate place for woodchippers, this would be it. Every cop, judge, caseworker, drug warrior, and hospital worker in this story. With the drug warriors who created this bullshit in the first place fed in feet first to prolong the agony.

 

Speaking of drugs, Old Guy Music is the most appropriate song for today.