Well, now we know what Republicans mean when they say they favor small government.
A king.
I guess we can lay off all these other idlers, yeah?
We are not amused
I’m cat, man
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah, cat, man.
Slouching toward impeachment
Turds vs. Kurds
Why a single, solitary Kurd continues to believe a single, solitary word spoken by a representative of the United States government is a mystery to me.
Those poor saps get sold more often than a hot gun in Albuquerque.
• Extra Credit Chazbo: Meanwhile, I hate to kick off the week with two “Yeah, what Chazbo said” posts, but if Joe “Mr. Clean” Biden doesn’t want to apply for the job with a vengeance, let him get the fuck out of the queue. God save us from another “But it’s my turn!” candidate.
R.I.P., Ginger Baker
The cantankerous carrot-top has finally drummed himself off to the Other Side.
It goes without saying that I listened to a lot of Cream as a young ne’er-do-well, and this cut was a fave. So was this one. And this one.
Baker was apparently not fond of reminiscing about those days — “Oh, God, Cream’s a bloody albatross around my neck,” he once said — but I remember them fondly.
What I remember of them, that is. At least I managed to steer clear of the smack.
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