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  • Saturday Morning Summer Links

    Summer has begun, and here in beautiful northern Illinois, it has been marked by monsoons and much colder than normal weather. The upside to that is that the street shootings tend to diminish slightly, though I don’t see any improvement in the kill ratio (our local yutes are lucky if they manage to waste one out of every twenty people they wing). So of course, my links will have nothing whatever to do with summer.

    It’s an auspicious birthday list today. At the top, Alan Turing, father of modern computing theory. Saint Art Modell and his former employee Brandon Stokely as well. Clarence Thomas, who always skips four when he counts to ten. Country icon June Carter. And #metoo fall guy James Levine.

     

    I’ve visited 49 out of the 57 50 states, the lone exception being Hawaii. I have had zero urge to go there since I hate hot humid climates, don’t do ocean sports, won’t eat Spam, and am allergic to grass skirts and progressive government. But maybe I should reconsider.

    …sources revealed a number of criminal investigations into activities at the home. One of those investigation involves a mother who says her 5-year-old daughter witnessed sex and nudity at the home while there with her father. The girl drew a picture of the naked people in the house for her mother.

    “She was sad, mad and confused. (She asked), why does everybody have to be naked?” said the girl’s mother, who asked not to be identified. A Child Protective Services document obtained by Hawaii News Now says that in May 2018, the girl “showed signs of sex abuse.”

    “She took a small toy and was using it as a sexual toy,” the document said.

     

    I’m not going to say that this is one of our beloved commenters, but… it’s one of our beloved commenters.

    It is legal to shoot iguanas in the head with a pellet gun, stab them in the brain and even decapitate them as long as they don’t suffer, according to state law. University of Florida researchers say bashing in an iguana’s head and destroying its brain quickly is the most humane way to kill one.

    It’s a crime to drown, freeze or poison iguanas. “When you put out rat poison, you can’t control what’s going to consume it,” Portuallo says. “The animals die a slow, excruciating death, which is inhumane.”

    Meh, I’m sure he has far, far worse planned for us mammals.

     

    It’s nice that the lazy leech Bernie Sanders doesn’t rely on having money funneled through his corrupt wife any more and has found new ways to grift. I’m sure that as he relaxes at his third beach home, he’s busy giving away all of his money to good causes, like the Koch brothers do. Right?

    It is not clear if Sanders will contribute to two nonprofit organizations he founded in 2016 after his presidential bid — Our Revolution, a 501(c)4 political organization, and The Sanders Institute, a 501(c)3 nonprofit think tank co-founded by his wife and stepson.

    Sanders formed his own “dark money” group at the same time he railed against 501(c)4s, which are not required to publicly disclose financial information, and have been effectively used by conservatives to influence elections and policymaking.

    Sounds legit.

     

    And speaking of corrupt politicians’ wives…

    “Sara Netanyahu is a brave and honest woman and has never done anything wrong. Alongside her work as an expert educational psychologist treating children every week, she spends a lot of time helping children with cancer, Holocaust survivors and lone soldiers.”

    Cue massive eye-rolling.

     

    Though I advocate a massive reduction in Customs and Border Patrol and rate them only slightly better than the DEA and ATF, I admit that this was probably a better outcome than encountering STEVE SMITH.

    “They put me in the caged vehicles and brought me into their facility,” said Roman. “They asked me to remove all my personal belongings with my jewelry. They searched me everywhere.”

     

    Old Guy music will acknowledge the start of summer with this wonderful cover of a great Eddie Cochran song by a band which really presaged hair bands and spawned heavy metal. One of the comments noted the resemblance of the drummer to Cousin Itt and I can’t help but but agree. I also like the short Hendrix quote at 2:00.

  • STEVE SMITH, ESQ’S FRIDAY NIGHT LINKS

    STEVE SMITH BACK. HIM GLAD TO SEE FUNNY GLIBERTARIAN PEOPLE. FUNNY GLIBERTARIAN PEOPLE KNOW STEVE SMITH IS FOREST LAWYER. HIM PROMINENT FOREST LAWYER, AND TAKE UP GOOD CAUSE! HIM HEAR ABOUT CALIFORNIA BREAK IN PIECES. REVIVE CASCADIA INDEPENDENCE MOVEMENT!

    STEVE SMITH START CIRCULATE PETITION. GET HIKERS AND CAMPERS SIGN IT. THEN THANK THEM. BY THANK, MEAN RAPE.

    YOU NO LEAVE, SIGN PAPER!

     

    STEVE SMITH THINK HIM BE ATTORNEY FOREST GENERAL OR MAYBE RAPESQUATCH IN CHIEF. FREE CASCADIA! IN MEAN TIME, HERE LINKS:

    1. STEVE SMITH NOT SURE HIM WANT SEATTLE AS PART CASCADIA. HOMELESS NO GOOD WHEN FILL RAPE QUOTA. BUT MUST TAKE BITTER WITH SWEET, IF HAVE CASCADIA.
    2. PORTLAND TOO. YOU PICK UP GARBAGE, BUMS! STEVE SMITH NO WANT MESSY CASCADIA! YOU NO CRAP IN STREET!

      PICK UP TRASH OR STEVE SMITH HIT ON HEAD WITH BIG ROCK!
    3. MAYBE NOT VANCOUVER? BUT STEVE SMITH SEE THIS, LAUGH AND SAY “OK, VANCOUVER!”
    4. STEVE SMITH SEE SILLY IDEA FROM NORTHWEST… SPREAD.

     

    STEVE SMITH GO NOW. HIM MUST RESEARCH MORE FOR CASCADIA. BY RESEARCH MEAN…WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT HIM MEAN.

  • Friday Afternoon Links!

    Happy Friday! Today is a good day to be Friday, because I just don’t have anymore work in me for a while. I saw the Brazil match. Crying after the second game of the opening stage? What the hell, Neymar? I was not expecting the Nigeria-Iceland result, and it looks bad for the Suisse right now.

    Florida Man (or Woman) appears to have failed to wash their hands before preparing food at this summer camp. Also, you can tell Florida Man did the reporting, too. In other camp news, how fucking cool would it be to go off to Bible camp and come home on one of those big-ass transport helos?

    Idiocracy is real.

    Supreme Court comes to correct decision on cell-phone privacy. Still trying to figure out what the hell Gorsuch was trying to say/prove when he voted no to cell phone warrants.

    Tesla watch. Whistleblower accuses Musk of punitive actions. If he’s not careful, Elon is gonna have to flee to Mars to avoid being indicted.

    Have a song by the ugliest super group ever put together.

  • GlibFit 2.0, Son of Glibfit – Week 6

    Week 6 – Take a Chill Pill

    Lets just get this joke out of the way

    I’m not a great scholar of the Book.  I don’t know the Jewish traditions very well, or how they got turned into metaphors by Christ.  But I’ve heard of the Jubilee. Every fifty years, everyone would take a year off of some types of work, some celebrations were held, and debts are forgiven.  I’m sure there’s a lot I’m getting wrong and glossing over, but the idea of regular debt repayment is a popular one that’s survived through the ages. Everyone has probably felt like, if they could just take a break from their bills and their stress, they could really get ahead in life.  

    The Jubilee is a mesocycle of rest and repayment, with a weekly day of rest acting like a microcycle.

    What does that have to do with getting fit?  Lots, actually. Rest, recovery, mesocycles and microcycles.  Mastering them is actually really important for making changes to your body.

    Part 1: The Microcycle, or Go The Fuck To Bed

    I kept running into three pieces of advice for people trying to get fit.  1) Try hard. 2) Eat right. and 3) Sleep. Numbers 1) and 2) I get. Arnold, Hulk Hogan, and Mr. T have been telling us since I was watching them on Saturday morning.  But sleep?

    Yeah, sleep.  It’s a thing. If you want to lose weight, try sleeping more.  If you want to get big, try sleeping more (after a protein shake.)  If you want to perform better athletically, try sleeping more.

    Give it a try.  What’s the worst that could happen?  You fuck up and get eight hours of sleep?  Oh noes.

    Part 2: The Mesocycle, or Taking a Break While You Look Up What Mesocycle Means OK I’ll Save You a Click It Means Big Cycle

    The Bear Minimum was his nickname in high school.

    So we got our microcycle down, but what is this about mesocycle?  Well, our bodies are super complex. And lazy as fuck. They will adapt to a new stimulus, but only the bare minimum needed.  In order to keep pushing it, you gotta change things up.

    For exercise, well, that’s been studied so much I can farm out the description to someone else.  Go read this.

    For diet, not so much with the researching.  In fact, there are a lot of otherwise-well-informed people that think the human metabolism can stand up to a constant calorie deficit and not adapt.  They are wrong.  It happened to me, and let me tell you first hand, it sucks.  The solution? Cycling on and off a diet. There’s only been one published study of this approach that I know if, but it’s got a punny acronym for a name so you know it has to be good. 

    In broad strokes, they found that for a bunch of obese people, two weeks of diet followed by two weeks of eating to maintain weight led to more weight loss than a steady diet.  Eventually. It took twice as long, you know, for taking half time off. But the two groups ate the same deficit overall.

    So what the lesson here?  The lesson is it’s week 6. If you have been kicking ass for five weeks, take a rest week if you think it might help.  Rest. Recover. Come back next week.

    Weekly Challenge

    None!  Didn’t you just read this article about taking a break?

  • Friday Morning Links

    Ay, dios mio!

    Well yesterday was a strange day.  It only rained for about 20 minutes.  I didn’t know what to do with myself.  Hell, the sun actually came out in the afternoon too! So hopefully the storms are passing and we can set the auction yard for tomorrow’s sale and nobody will get sucked through a sinkhole into the bowels of the earth.  But if they do, maybe they’ll see the Argentina team bus on the way down.  I mean…wow.  They got kicked in the taint by Croatia so hard that their chances of advancing into the knockout stages are really, really low.  Like winning-the-Falklands War-level unlikely.  Elsewhere in the tournament, the Frogs beat Peru and the Socceroos drew with Denmark in what was a rather exciting game.  Today brings us Brazil-Costa Rica, Nigeria-Iceland and Serbia-Switzerland.  Two of those three should be enjoyable while the first one will probably look like a dramatic reenactment of the Charles Whitman shooting spree with all the flopping that’s been going on from South- and Central American players.

    WOOOOO, PIG SOOOOOOEY!

    Well we’re down to the Final Four in the College World Series.  And yes, those Happy Hogs are alive and kicking squealing.  They’ll take on Florida for the right to go to the championship series, needing to win just one game to get there and Florida needing to take a pair of games since they already have a loss.  The other pairing puts Oregon State in the position of needing two wins against Mississippi State, who needs just one to reach the final series. The action kicks off with Oregon State-MSU in the afternoon and UF-Arkansas in the evening.  Good luck to everyone. But not to the Gators.

    The Astros were off. The Brewers won, the Reds beat the Cubs, the Giants won, the D-backs won and Baltimore continues to be inexplicably terrible as they fell to the Nats.  And that, my friends, is it for sports today.

    Today we celebrate the birthday of gun enthusiast and enemy of bankers John Dillinger, the extraordinary filmmaker Billy Wilder, hospice founder Cicely Saunders, Highwayman Kris Kristofferson, “journalist” Ed Bradley, the pistol Pete Maravich, Polanski fan Meryl Streep, opportunistic scumbag Lizzie Warren, black Spock Tim Russ, filmmaking genius Bruce Campbell, Clyde “The Glide” Drexler, hater-of-Catholicism and writer of fiction Dan Brown, TV personality Carson Daly, top ranked golfer (in addition to being the dude banging Paulina Gretzky) Dustin Johnson, and somebody who goes by the name “Bob the drag queen”, whatever that means.

    Mutineers set Henry Hudson adrift in Hudson Bay on this date. He was never seen from again. Galileo was forced to deny heliocentrism by the Pope, the first Continental Currency was issued, Napoleon abdicated his “throne” for the second time after getting crushed at Waterloo, the first ring doughnut was made, the US Government created the Department of Justice, the first passenger airship , named the Zeppelin Deutschland, took flight, George V, under which the British Empire reached its greatest size, took the throne, the aforementioned John Dillinger is named “public enemy No. 1, arguably the biggest military blunder of modern times, Operation Barbarossa, begins, Tricky Dick signed legislation setting the voting age at 18 across the country, John McEnroe threw his famous tantrum and Whitey Bulger was finally arrested.

    Now that’s a lot better than yesterday, in my opinion. And there was a bunch of shit I left out too!  But I had to. Otherwise I’d have never gotten to…the links!

    Looks like in addition to dying “in darkness” Democracy will die because of the jacket Melania Trump wore for a few minutes yesterday. Way to go, WaPo. I’m sure a Pulitzer is just around the corner for this bit of hard-hitting news.  Next thing you know, you’ll be reporting on what kind of salad dressing President Trump had relative to everybody else at lunch.

    I’m just kidding.  That was actually breathlessly reported on by VOA and NPR. Seriously.

    Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the biggest pussy in America.  Shocking that he’s facing charges and has been fired, which should be a relief to pre-teen children across the Wichita area.

    Charles Krauthammer, Pulitzer Prize winner and war monger, has died. The world is no worse off for the loss.

    Enemy of freedom.

    Well it turns out that John McCain is a bigger piece of shit than even we believed him to be. Seriously, telling the IRS to audit PACs because the SC struck down your campaign finance law is a slap in the case of separation of powers, let alone a direct attack on the First Amendment.  That man needs to be charged with conspiracy to deprive the first amendment rights of every single group targeted by Lois Lerner and her jackboot goons.  I cannot stress enough how gross a violation of our rights to peaceably assemble and petition our government for a redress of grievances this is.  It attacks the fundamental foundation of a free people.

    Is this what Alanis Morrissette would call “ironic”? I would.  I’d also call it hi-lar-i-ous!

    OK, this shit is getting ridiculous.

    Delta Airlines is banning pit bulls as service or “support-type” animals on their flights. And people are angry about it.  Here’s a bit of advice, Delta: ban ALL dogs that aren’t service animals for the blind or otherwise physically disabled.  The rest of your passengers will thank you and you can avoid headaches with breathlessly retarded people who can only fly if their Great Dane is standing beside them.  Let those fuckers pay to crate and ship their dog like everybody who wasn’t blind had to do before the whole “support animal” bullshit craze kicked off a short while ago.

    Chicago medical examiner is so lazy that she wants to do away with the law that actually requires her office to visit crime scenes. The reason is simple: people in her office don’t follow the law anyway, so better to abolish the requirement rather than expect these public officials to follow it.  And furthermore, I mean who needs to look at a crime scene to determine cause of death anyway, right?

    New Hampshire is rightfully pissed off over the Supreme Court’s Wayfair decision yesterday. Yeah, so is every small business owner in America who will be required to comply with the tax laws in 50 states, DC and several territories.

    And lastly, Angela Merkel finally realizes her job is in jeopardy. About time you listened to your own citizens, dumbass.

    Here you go, folks.

    Have a great day and a better weekend, friends!

     

  • Thursday Afternoon Links

    France goes through, the Soccerroos did a fair dinkum job against the Danes, but it won’t be enough. Messi and Argentina are looking to spend the rest of the summer at home, well, Messi won’t go back to Argentina if he wants to live. Looking forward to the youtube mashups — “Don’t shoot at me, Argentina”. It’s the longest day of the year, and I am feeling every second at work today.

    Statists worry that TOP. MEN.’s plans for transit will be spoiled by the unwashed (and thanks to capitalism, far too rich for their own good) masses. Who keep wanting the control of being able to drive themselves! The nerve!

    And, no sooner have the unwashed masses been granted the right to try life saving treatments thanks to unseemly protests against their leaders than the cries of “profiteering” ring out. Probably by someone who thinks paying $150/hr for holistic medicine practioners should be covered treatments for Stage IV cancer.

    Hey guys, I’m sure we’ll all be surprised that doctors employed by the State suffered no consequences for prescribing life-shortening amounts of heroin to patients merely because they were old, and without first gaining the patients’ approval. Its almost like liability is a feedback mechanism….

    And finally, state capitalism seems to be entering its terminal phase in Venezuela. May the coup be relatively bloodless and the next government more open to a free and fair society.

     

    Here you go. The Longest Day. 

  • A Tasting of Taliskers

    I love the Waters of Life.  I’ve never had a Japanese whiskey, but I’ve thoroughly enjoyed those from our neighbors to the north, from the Emerald Isle, and of course from here at home.  America truly makes a world-class product.  Having said all of that, there really can’t be any doubt that the king of beverages comes from that tiny scrap of barbarian-infested wasteland on the other side of Hadrian’s Wall.  It is truly the drink of philosophers.

    See those Taliskers at the left? That will be relevant shortly.
    Most of my Scotch Supply as of June 11 2018

    Tonight, I will be trying two offerings from my favorite distiller, and placing them in context with those with which I am already familiar.

    Notice how the bottles on the right are larger -- to take advantage of tax laws, the bottles purchased at the Duty-Free shop are 1000mL. Also, the prices at the I87 border crossing shop are better than the Ogdenburg crossing store.
    Our guests of honor for this evening, from left to right: Talisker 10 Year, Storm, Dark Storm, Skye, and 57 degrees North

    For accompaniments, I have bread (an awful hippie spelt sourdough), cheese (Chaseholm Farms “Moonlight” and North Country Creamery “Feta” (which completely isn’t), chocolate (Ghiradelli 72%) and water (Saratoga County Water District “Tap”).  I will also be starting with Johnnie Walker Black to use as a control and palate reset.

    My tasting notes probably aren’t going to be very helpful for a couple of reasons.  First, I lack the vocabulary of a professional taster.  This isn’t that important, because nobody else on here does, either.  The other problem is I suffer from a slight sense of synesthesia which becomes rather overwhelming when I focus intently on taste or smell.  So my experience when comparing Dark Storm with 10 year is that the horizontal amber lines of the 10 year become thicker and further apart in the Dark storm, and charcoal arcs appear next to them.  This may be the least helpful comparison made on glibertarians.com yet.  I’ll avoid any references to geometry, color or sound in my description and hopefully someone will find this interesting.

    Yeah, I don't see any difference either. But these things always show pictures of the booze in a glass.
    Down from upper left: 57 Degrees north, Skye, control, Dark Storm, Storm, 10 Year.

    If not, I’m still going to be drinking some scotch, so… win.

    All of these will be taken neat as God intended, with the possible exception of the 57 Degrees North, which is bottled at 114 proof.  That might get a splash after the initial taste.

    Enough pittle-pattle. On with the tipple!  *Drinks control*  Yup, that’s what yer basic Highland scotch tastes like.

    Talisker 10 Year: Oh goddamn this is delicious.  Mild, gentle, not very sweet, a little spice, a little smoke, a tiny hint of iodine.  No phenols coming up into the nose, a smidge of a tingle around the sides of the tongue.  *Ponders how wonderful life is now Talisker’s in the world*

    Ok, that golden moment of satisfaction has passed.  What else is here?  Talisker Storm: A lot more iodine on the nose, but not so much in the mouth.  Sweeter.  Sharper.  More of a bite, more of the bourbon barrel taste.  This would be really good with some chocolate. *Has some chocolate.* OMG.  I don’t know why exactly my mouth is warmer, but that chocolate instantly melts, coating my tongue with sweet love but letting the whisky shine through.  Another drink makes it shinier.  Shiiiny.  Better than the 10 Year?  …maybe.  Different.  Diminishing returns kick in hard when it comes to scotch, and Talisker suffers from it particularly with their base product being so good.  Sooo goood.

    Talisker Dark Storm:  This is more closely related to the 10 Year than the Storm was.  It’s very like the distillers took the 10 Year and turned up the volume.  I prefer it to the Storm. *Has a slice of cheese.*  Sweet mamajama.  I’ve gotten enough booze in me that food is tasting delicious.  I want to refill this glass, but I have two  more to taste.

    I’ve had those three before [but never done a side-by-side with the Storm and Dark Storm to convince me which I should preferentially stock (Dark Storm)].  These next two are new to me.

    Talisker Skye:  I’m confused.  I’m not tasting very much.  Maybe it’s aftereffects from the cheese?  I’ll eat some bread.  *Eats bread.* That’s really shitty bread.  Nope, not much here.  It’s less like a Talisker and more like a really flavorful Irish whiskey.  I am disappointed.  This bottle will remain around to offer to guests, but I won’t be drinking much of it.  Orrrr, maybe I’ve drunk too much and it’s killing my taste response.  *Goes back to Q’s links.*  That still works.  Well, obviously in the future I’ll need to taste this earlier in the session to make sure.

    Talisker 57 Degrees North:  This is the most expensive bottle I’ve acquired at the duty-free.  Between the fact that it’s a third larger than standard liquor store bottles and I paid for it in CAD, it’s probably not the most expensive bottle of scotch I’ve ever bought, but it’s up there.  It fucking better be good.  Holding it up to my nose is making me a little more reassured that I haven’t overdrunk my nose at least.  I’m getting definite notes of… SweeTarts. Now I’m going to have to go back to the lab and see if I have any stearic or maleic acids lying around.  I know I’ve got citric, but that’s not what I’m smelling.  First sip.  Oh.  Wow.  Yeah.  Taste buds still work.  Also, 114 proof is a bit saliva-activating.  Lemme do the math:  114/80 = I have to increase the volume by about 40%.  No wait, first let me taste it and see what I can find when it’s neat.  Ok, trying again.  It’s pretty good.  Extremely smooth, low phenols, slightly sweet, but at this strength there is a noticeable anesthetic effect kicking in after about 2-3 seconds.  Gotta get a spoon to make the dilution work.  Also, there’s not enough left in the glass, need a refill.

    Ok, going to get the spoon revealed to me that I might be a wee bit more intoxicated that I had planned.  Also tasting the control whisky proved that yes, my taste buds aren’t working properly.  So it’s a bit of a moot point to continue.  Having said all of that, adding water to get the 57 degrees North to about 80 proof really did open it up.  There’s a lot more happening there now, and in the future I’ll try again without the preliminary drinks to get a true appreciation of it.  I’ll also retry the Skye, though I don’t think it’s going to be particularly salvageable.

    Until then…

     

     

  • Thursday Morning Links

    The Astros ended their one game losing streak and are still sitting on top of the AL West. Those lovable Hogs won in Omaha while North Carolina were eliminated. And in Russia, Portugal, Spain and Uruguay all won, with the latter sealing their bid in the Round of 16 and the others all but locking their spot down as well.  Today’s full of interesting games, with the Danes taking on the Socceroos, the Frogs playing Peru and the Brazilians who think they’re Italian but speak Spanish (otherwise known as Argentinians) take on Croatia.  Good luck one and all!

    Why hello there!

    Sometimes the birthday roster is meh.  But I gotta say, I enjoy scrolling through them and catching an odd name or two.  Let’s see…today we celebrate the birthdays of: bullshit-artist Jean-Paul Sartre, the voluptuous Jane Russell, singer Ray Davies, E Street Band member Nils Lofgren, former Pakistani PM Benazir Bhutto, maker of one good film and two bad ones Larry (or Lana if you believe in that) Wachowski, talking head Gretchen Carlson, actor Chris Pratt, result of inbreeding Prince William, American hero Edward Snowden, and singer Lana Del Ray.

    Its also the day Vespasian conquered Jericho during the Great Jewish Revolt. The US Constitution, largely ignored 230 years later, went into effect, Cyrus McCormick patented his reaping machine (insert STEVE SMITH joke here), the first Ferris wheel was unveiled in Chicago, the Pullman strike in Pittsburgh took place, Lou Gehrig retired, Chief Justice Earl Warren resigned, John Hinckley was found not guilty for trying to kill Ronald Reagan, and SpaceShipOne became the first privately-funded craft to achieve spaceflight in 2004…and was then regulated out of business.

    Hero

    I’ve seen better days for birthdays and events, but we got Ray Davies and Ed Snowden! plus the Constitution and Cyrus McCormick’s reaper which are undoubtedly two of the most important days in the history of individual liberty. Yes, I believe the reaper definitely earns that distinction as much as any invention from the last 300 years not related to firearms or personal weaponry. Feel free to debate that in the comments…which we will get to right after…the links!

    According to the high school cheer, she ain’t got no alibi.

    Let’s see if there’s any discipline for this socialist federal employee pissing away tax dollars to protest while on the clock. Also, bonus points for trying to use the Groucho mask as a disgui…oh, never mind. She’s that ugly.

    Trump takes another step libertarians should applaud. Hopefully it’ll result in the elimination of both at some point, but let’s at least enjoy the thought of another federal downsizing.

    Uh, hey pal, there’s an easier way to do research on your novel than this. Christ, what an asshole.

    This is going to be the next flashpoint in the BLM-Police UOF showdown. I’m gonna reserve judgement until I see the body- or dash cam with audio, but this one is hard armchair quarterback.

    Not sure if it was brought up already, but even if it was, its absolutely hilarious. I only hope to God its true and there is video.

    This should make everyone happy except the politicians in Cook County. I find a lot of joy in reading that more people are able to move out of that shithole war zone.

    The Japanese appear to be taking the Trump-Kim summit at face value.

    Phreaking Philly Phans, amirite?

    And as always, you gotta keep your head on a swivel!

    I can think of no song I’d rather play on June 21st than this one.

    Make the best of today, friends!

  • Wednesday Afternoon Links

    The Great “Just Shit in the Potty” fight with the two year old has been joined today. He won the first round, but I’ll get him by the end of the weekend. I don’t understand why shit in a diaper is no problem for me, but shit running out of underwear challenges my gag reflex. IIRC, that passes in about 3 days. Oh well, in six weeks, we’ll be more or less done buying diapers. For at least a year. Mrs. L and I are still negotiating whether we need an odd number of odd children.

    And so Trump caved to the pressure, because he is nothing more than a weathervane. Signs executive order ending family separation. The GOP must be sighing with relief that they don’t actually have to do anything about AND don’t have to spend the July campaign recess discussing it.

    Here’s a quiet little bombshell — IG admits to House oversight that it appears some FBI witness interview forms may have been edited after the fact. Do the FBI realize quite how hard they’ve fucked themselves if they can no longer bully juries into taking their interview notes as the only record of an interview? Absolutely fucked. Which is great!

    This is a ballsy fucking scam, even for Florida Man.

    England fans continue to prove that Churchill was about the only thing that stood between them and enthusiastic Nazism.

     

    I went down the rabbit hole chasing videos, and came up with this.

  • The Hat and The Hair: Episode 83

    Sarah Sanders, Raj Shah planning to depart the White House

    “Sarah might be leaving!” the hair said, reading off an iPad bolted to the wall. He was perched on the back of the Presidential Shitter, right under the sign that said “Presidential Shitter: Presidents ONLY!” The cold surface of the gold felt good on his intimate undercarriage after the swamp heat of the D.C. summer.

    “Who?” Donald asked. He was lounging in the Presidential Hydrotherapy Tub, a Korean spa mask over his face.

    “Your White House Press Secretary,” the hair said.

    “What? My what?” Donald asked.

    The hat was bathing in the Presidential Sink, rubbing himself with a bar of Presidential Soap and humming “Camptown Races” softly.

    “The woman we send out to talk to the media, Donald,” the hair said. “The big one. The one that could stand to learn to lie better?”

    “I don’t know who you are talking about,” Donald said dismissively. He began to rub his nipples and moan.

    “What are you doing, Donald?” the hair asked carefully.

    “I am moisturizing my nipples,” he said. He rolled in the tub, his ponderous weight creating waves that slopped water out onto the Presidential Bathroom floor.

    “Proper nipple moisturization is key to nipple health and longevity,” the hat said.

    “And is very important for a youthful nipple appearance,” Donald added.

    “Are you telling me that you don’t properly moisturize your nipples?” the hat asked with feigned incredulity. “What are you, poor or something?”

    “I don’t have nipples,” the hair said, “And neither do you.”

    “But unlike you, I would take care of them if I did,” the hat said. He hit the Presidential Hot Water Knob with his bill and began to rinse himself.

    “I…” the hair began.

    “Take care of your nipples,” Donald said dreamily, still rubbing his nipples in ever-slowing circles. “They might just be the only nipples you’ll ever have.”

    “Donald…” the hair started.

    “I love it in here,” Donald said. “So warm and inviting. This is my favorite place in this dump.”

    “It sure cost enough,” the hair muttered.

    Ignoring him, Donald asked, “How long am I supposed to leave this thing on?”

    “Beats the turds outta me,” the hat replied. “The whole package was in Korean.”

    Donald grunted and leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

    “But what about Sarah?” the hair asked.

    “Who?” Donald asked again, the slit in the mask over his mouth tightening.

    “Pie,” the hat said, turning the water off. “He’s talking about Pie. Pie is going to quit.”

    “What?” Donald asked. “Why? Why would Pie leave? She’s always been given plenty to eat.”

    “Yeah she has…” the hat said lewdly.

    “It’s a tough job, Donald,” the hair said. “It’s hard to go out there and be hated by almost everyone.”

    “Who hates Pie?” Donald asked. “Everyone loves pie. Pie is delicious. Pie is better than cake. Cake is fake news.”

    “The cake is a lie?” the hair asked.

    “Shut up, 2008,” the hat snapped.

    “This mask is getting sort of itchy,” Donald said.

    “We should bring back Hope,” the hat said, dragging himself across a Presidential Hand Towel. The hand towels were stacked under a sign that said, “PLEASE DO NOT FLUSH DOWN TOILET.”

    “Yes!” Donald groaned loudly. He stretched out in the Presidential Hydrotherapy Tub.

    “Hope Hicks,” the hat said, lost in a memory. “Now there’s a girl that looks good all covered in blood.”