It’s Saturday morning, I’ve been pounding coffee and basking in the glow of last night’s dinner- SP made tamales, which was my payoff for getting her that top of the line Easy Bake oven for Christmas. All the other kids in 4th grade were horribly jealous.

We had a lot of discussion last night about the now-infamous swatting murder. And of course, the police are totally spinning this as Not Their Fault Just Following Procedures. And the media are quite obliging in going along with that spin.

“Due to the actions of a prankster we have an innocent victim,” [police chief] Livingston said.

I’m sure the murderous cop will have plenty of time with his lawyers and union reps to get the story just right before he gets questioned. It’s a wonderful system.

The officer who fired the single shot, a seven-year veteran of the department, is on paid leave pending an investigation.

Thank goodness he gets free vacation.

Iranians express mild discontent, government responds. Didn’t we do this in 2009?

There is also anger at Iran’s interventions abroad. In Mashhad, some chanted “not Gaza, not Lebanon, my life for Iran”, a reference to what protesters say is the administration’s focus on foreign rather than domestic issues. Other demonstrators chanted “leave Syria, think about us” in videos posted online.

I can totally get behind that. When will we do the same?


And in today’s episode of Trump Derangement Syndrome, the mysterious white truck. There’s a Marguerite Duras joke in there somewhere. Lord knows, I dislike the guy intensely, would never vote for him, but the trolling and derangement are even more amusing than I could possibly have hoped for. If I can’t get a president I can respect and support, one that makes me laugh is an OK consolation prize.


You thought I could get through the links without mentioning this. You were wrong. I could never resist a story like that.


Old Guy Music time! Y’all know this one, of course, but I still marvel at how ahead of his time this one-hit-wonder was. Bonus: a young Carl Palmer wearing a hood and playing a smaller drum set than one associates with him.