Yom Kippur starts tonight, and I have much to repent for. And if it’s a sin to laugh at the misfortunes of others or to mock stupidity, I am the world’s worst sinner. And I’d like to present some proof of this.
But first, birthdays, as is my tradition, which include a Founding Father who makes shitty beer; an artist whose craft has been degraded beyond measure; a smarmy solon who at least rid us of the second-worst president ever but was a hilariously inapt Left cult figure; one of my favorite magicians; another solon who had something in common with Art Garfunkel; a guy who navigated the fine line between genius and insanity– not always very well; a guy who loved cake and was SugarFree’s spiritual father; an unjustly overlooked songwriter and fine guitarist; and the patron saint of Crazy Eyes.
Now the mockery.
Cause of death: corona. I think it was overflow from Honey Harvest.
And last, the Old Guy Music, featuring a birthday boy with the subject of last week’s Old Guy Music. Double Old!