On the bright side, the stark raving panic meant I got out of a trip to Detroit. On the dark side, I am living through a virtual chapter of Mackay. But so are you. I made the mistake of mentioning to a Normal that more people have gotten killed on the streets of Chicago this year than have died of coronavirus. Perhaps answering the sputtering outrage with, “…of course, the former are overwhelmingly black and young, so it’s not surprising that you don’t care about them.” Dale Carnegie would have been proud of me.

Birthdays today are minor except one: a guy who kicked syphilis’s ass; a guy who inspired a great Dead song; a Socon piece of shit who occasionally did the right thing spending-wise; and  finally, the big one. The biggest.

On to news.

Goddammit, this is just too much! 

 

Fuck you, cut spending. And don’t make working people subsidize the 17th Century British Feminist Art MFA making designs in the foam of your latte.

 

Had they ever consider that it wasn’t the audio that was garbled?

 

This is a relief, so to speak. 

 

THIS IS JUST TOO MUCH!!!

 

Biden’s PR flacks have no shame. 

 

I have an idea to solve this: get rid of, oh, 90% of the criminal laws.

 

Old Guy Music having, not just the most wonderful alto player ever, not just (besides Duke) the finest composer/arranger ever, but also a singer who was just a monster and mysteriously never made it huge. Listen to what this guy can do with his voice. This link is virus-free.