Not a good 24 hours for the Glibertarians. Brett’s links go blooey requiring an emergency posting by Playa (who is, let us be generous, not exactly an expert at generating content), and after a long night out concert-going, SP and I have slept a bit later than usual. So I’m only one cup of coffee in and I know I’m going to fuck something up. But hey, the show still must go on.

Much as I think Trump is a dumpster fire disguised as a clown, there are at least a few upsides to his regime.

Here’s another case where I wonder if the prosecution and conviction wasn’t really about the specific charges but more about “Let’s fuck over this asshole.”

When I saw this story, all I could think was, “RED ROCKET, RED ROCKET!”

On the dick theme, here is yet one more guy who sincerely believes that random women want to see selfies of his dick. Now, to be fair, this is how I met my wife, but usually it doesn’t work.

The paleontology geek in me is delighted. Did I mention that my childhood idol was Roy Chapman Andrews?

And finally, a song that goddammit ought to be a classic. Maybe someday it will be.