Above you’ll see the latest example of what The New York Times finds consequential this morning.
At upper right on the homepage was more Pulitzer bait: “Should you delay your morning caffeine? Some influencers say that doing so can offer benefits. We looked at the evidence.”
Well. Shit. I thought we had a couple-three wars, the trial of a former president, and some vigorous debate over whether Supreme Court justices are answerable to anyone who isn’t a yacht bro going on. But I remain slightly muddled by the Snotlocker Surprise and may have missed a memo.
This other bullshit — what the hell, let’s add “Hundreds of readers told us their favorite soundtracks. Which came out on top?” — is strictly from the Whisky Dick Department; soft and useless.
It’s bad enough that editors are assigning this shit and parking it up top on the homepage and app. If people are actually burning 17 minutes of their day reading it we’re in more trouble than I thought. Especially if they haven’t caffeinated yet.
Back to you, Charlamagne.
Mad Blog Media 
I’m not reading any media other than this here landing zone. I trust POG to sort it all out. Even though one can be accused of “being a bubble off plumb” by other readers. I checked and by god I am, will be and have been. Thanks POB and now I have a veritable “get out of jail card” next time I do something stupid which is likely in about another five minutes or so. I do want readers to know while you all have normal size brains, mine is walnut size and has to spin five times faster than yours. Hence the wobble and lack of levelheaded behavior.
Well, Herb, that’s why we get along. I haven’t been on the level since 1970, maybe before that. Those faceplants in Vegas might explain your wobble. Anywho, we get along with Patrick which is a clue right there. But, back to Charlamagne Tha God. What or who is that? Never mind, I looked it up and he works with DJ Envy on the radio. I must be deprived somehow, because if the Times is talking to him about vibecession, it must be some important shit.
We all know that I’m a taco short of a combo plate on a good day.
Mmm, tacos. …
Guilty on all 34 counts.