Happy Fifth of July! To celebrate, I think I’ll drink a fifth of something tonight. Probably Early Times in honor of my wife’s stepfather. He passed quietly Tuesday with his family having made their good-byes. Someone else will step in tomorrow afternoon, as I have a memorial service to attend. I don’t want to hear any “that sucks!” or “sorry!” in the comments, go hug someone you love or at least send them a text. I’m glad to have known him and he’s far more comfortable today than he was Monday when last I shared. We’ll take care of my mother-in-law as she rebuilds her life. If you’re inclined to raise a glass, it’s one jigger of whiskey and two of coke on the rocks.

Apparently, Florida Man needs to just redneck up and do the fireworks himself in my neck of the woods. From my spot on one of the highest hills in Pinellas County (approximately 65ft above sea level), I was able to watch my neighbor’s fairly awesome display, as well as see two or three other, more professional fireworks shows. And everyone was done by 10:00. Except the random Florida Man, but he was pretty quiet.

The Fifth Circuit picks a fight with Clarence Thomas. The reporting is so terribly opinionated its hard to tell, but the 5th Circuit did find the strip search of 22 girls unreasonable. Perhaps if they had identified a single suspect? Any Constitutional scholars want to weigh in?

Hey, how could a Minstrel Show by woke folk be so horribly misunderstood?

Time to start watching for Cones of Probability again? I would say it’s my 3rd favorite season behind “College Football” and “natives with bikinis retake the beaches”.

Scientist tries to heed 2001’s warning, wants to bypass Europa for another moon.

Buncha kids playing stuff that could be mid-70s… or mid-90s.