Look, Tulip is here. We went to a winery. We drank. We came home. We drank. I have nothing left. But the Links will be their normal rich source of amusement once again next week. In the meantime…

Not much time for birthdays, but I should acknowledge the leading candidate for the Team Blue presidential nomination; a sadly neglected woodwind player; a major eater of hot rice; a true and unabashed whore; the auteur of the greatest political movies and TV shows ever made; and an object lesson in how taking oneself seriously destroys comedy.

First night of Hanukkah/Chanukah/Khannookah/whatever tonight. Eat latkes!

 

It’s racism all the way down.

 

There was an Old Joe in Nantucket, whose mask was not worn, so go suck it; he said with a grin as he wiped off his chin; “Where’s my applesauce?”

 

Totally peaceful, totally not anti-semitic.

 

There seems to be something missing. Something… what could it be?

 

This is our local version of the smash-and-grab.

 

Anything which even further diminishes public respect for politicians is aw-reet with me.

 

This is impossible because California has strict gun control laws.

 

The turkey’s name is Soros.

 

Here’s the reason for the weekend issues.