I have a vague feeling that we may finally be hitting Peak Panic. It may plateau for a while, may spike briefly if a beloved celebrity or politician snuffs it, but I think we’re starting to see a burgeoning sense of, “Jesus fucking christ, enough already.” I hope I’m right.
Birthdays can’t be stopped, though the parties can. Nonetheless, we celebrate a shitbag president (but I repeat myself); a delightful character actor; “why the fuck is she still even alive????”; the guy who made my favorite horror film; and a shitbag NFL coach.
At last, our long national nightmare is over. Big Daddy is safe.
Old Guy Music is Roy Clark going fucking insane on a 12 string.