Dammit, I really need more time. I’ve barely caught up on sleep, there’s liquor undrunk, and I still haven’t purged my body of the high fat stuff we… ummm… stuffed ourselves with. Four days is not enough, we need to do the French “permanent vacation” approach to work. Are you with me?

Birthdays today include someone who was far, far ahead of xis time; a guy who had an effect on us all; a dude who was like totally tubular; a mere Christian; a decidedly non-heroic mulatto who was crooked even by congressional standards; one of the great composers of the 20th century; a C&W guy from the golden age of C&W; the one who couldn’t sing; a guy known for discovering talent and who was kicking ass well into his eighties; a guy I referenced numerous times yesterday; the Pride of Mega-Lo-Mart; a woman that Teddy Kennedy didn’t kill; one of my absolute favorite filmmakers; and an authoritarian piece of shit who will probably get retreaded during the Biden administration.

Enough of that, let’s see what’s happening nowadays:

 

More targets for Kyler Murray?

 

“Now do the Illuminati.”

 

“Wait, we have to do our jobs?!?!”

 

More institutional racism from the police.

 

“My god, it’s full of sta… wait, what?”

 

Fuck you and your models. Go die in a fire.

 

Old Guy Music is one of many songs with horses as a metaphor. Which I don’t get because horses are big dumb assholes. No matter, this is a great version of a great song, and Clarence White would be on any short-list of Greatest Rock Guitarists and here shows why.