Wait, it was Labor Day? Not Labour Day?

Oh, that’s very different.

Never mind.

But there are birthdays, including my favorite Bohemian; some dead Mormon Pope; the spiritual father of Slim Whitman and Leon Thomas; a perfect argument for term limits; the John Mayall of comedy; proof that the greatest actors are entirely devoid of personality and thought; a woman who should have been a stronger advocate for abortion; the barnacle of the legislative branch; and someone whose little description got constantly interrupted.

After all that, the news will come as a relief.

 

Can you figure out what these guys are on about? I sure can’t. It’s lunar howling.

 

I’m sure this is Trump’s fault. Somehow.

 

I see a bright future under the benevolent guidance of our robot overlords.

 

What kind of fucking moron goes out in this insane sun and heat with insufficient water and insufficient conditioning? 

 

Jew marriages canceled, gays hardest hit.

 

What’s needed here to get the message across is more attractive protesters.

 

Old Guy Music continues in my Young Performer Bluegrass kick, this time with Justin Moses absolutely kicking sixteen varieties of ass. Holy shit, he’s great.