Which is silly, because there's a lot of "work on Wall Street" that isn't hundred-and-twenty-hour-a-week, eight-figure-bonus type work.

It's going around now that this whole pissing thing might - might - have started on 4chan.

"See? Proof!"

Let's just say that again really quickly here:

I'm with you. Clinton's smooth as hell, but he's a dirtbag at best, and that Jeffrey Epstein shit is ultra-sketchy.

The Dems sweep into office via a healthy margin and talk about compromise and working across the aisle, and wind up eating shit.
The Repubs squeak into office by the barest of margins (or no margin, in this case) and say "Now we can do whatever the fuck we want. And we will."

Well-crafted commercial dance pop can go die in a hole.

You tried. That's all we can do.

I'm happy to fight. I'm just not sure where the battle lines are anymore. More and more I feel like that old cliche about how people who want to be President should not, under any circumstances, be allowed to be President, but then what are our options?

"We're sick of elevated egos! Let's elect Donald Trump!"

I was in a bar the other night, drinking a beer and feeling entirely miserable (surprise, surprise), and "I Go to Extremes" came on the jukebox, and I swear to you, Scrawl, I don't think there's a song in the world I'd have rather heard at that moment.

I'm not going to argue for him as a capital-A Artist, but there are a lot of Billy Joel songs that make me happy when I hear them. Plus, I've met him a few times, and he's seriously down-to-earth and charming.

It would be difficult to overstate the resonance of that song where I grew up (eastern Long Island.) I was ten (nine?) when it came out, and as near as I can tell that was about the beginning of the end of the baymen - or the end of the beginning of the end - so it sort of felt like "Okay, we've got a fighting chance.…

Thank you, Lt.! I needed that.

Jesus Christ, that "America's First Family" thing is real? I thought that was just DDC taking the piss.

Life's a piece of shit
When you look at it

That's good, but it reminds me a lot of that old Carlin bit about meeting someone and going to shake the guy's hand and then you realize he doesn't have a complete hand.

Ah, parents. At home over the holidays, I finally showed mine how to use their Chromecast. Linked them to my Netflix and Hulu accounts and everything.

With any luck, this means Providence might actually stay relatively decent and reasonable. The more people you have, the more assholes you have, after all.

Shit, how could I forget those two? My theory is full of holes. (Then again, I haven't met any of them.)