With Sloopy on a bender this week and unable to even see the keyboard, much less type, it has fallen to the rest of us to fill in. Since Brett has been doing double duty, I’m stepping into this steaming pile in his stead. Herewith, the scrapings from the bottom of my shoe:

 

My last conversation with my favorite communist folk singer, he assured me, no question, no doubts whatsoever, that by the summer, we were going to be in a nuclear war with North Korea because of Twitter. “You’ll be sorry that you thought there really wasn’t any difference between Trump and a true statesman like Hillary so threw your vote away on a third party.”  How’s that workin’ out?

 

I shouldn’t be as amused by this as I am. But I am. I’m just not a nice person. Nonetheless, I stand by my prediction that Harris will be the Team Blue presidential nominee in the next cycle. Delightful moment:

On Thursday, Harris was taking audience questions when a man stepped to the mic and zeroed in on her fundraising methods. “If a corporation or a corporate lobbyist wants to give you money for a campaign,” he asked, “will you tell them, ‘Thanks, but no thanks’?”

“Well, it depends,” Harris replied. “It depends.”

The questioner, his arms crossed at the waist, declared this the “wrong answer.”

 

Riddle: what happens when a Minnesota Woman becomes a Florida Woman? Answer: This. While we’re on the subject, the Matriarchy seems to have its own shitlords. Not Florida, but as close as you can get without actually being in Florida.

 

How perfect. Your government, the most efficient and competent organization of all time.

 

I guess this is Starbucks week.

 

The story is amusing. The comments are even more amusing, all variants of “The First Amendment doesn’t apply to people we don’t like.”

 

News You Can Use!

 

And en fin, Old Guy Music, the one and only tune that would be appropriate here.