Netflix’s Ozark (above) might not be quite at the level of Breaking Bad, but its third season comes awfully close.
Third seasons (or fourth seasons, or second seasons) aren’t always so memorable. For example, I am in the process of falling out of love with Babylon Berlin and Money Heist, both of which are beginning to seem slow, repetitive, and bloated.
Joe Biden’s mind has clearly left the building.
I don’t care how much you detest Trump; you can’t put someone with Biden’s level of senility in the Oval Office.
Biggest personal frustrations during this lockdown: Where can I get a fucking mask, and when/where can I get fucking tested?
Surgeon General Jerome Adams (above) looks like an eager-to-please 12-year-old rehearsing a classroom speech. Why did he discourage everyone from wearing masks?
Also, isn’t it awfully easy for our president, who can get tested as often as he likes, to tell the rest of us that wide-scale testing is “not necessary”?
Mark Cuban keeps popping up on Fox News. But I have yet to hear anyone ask the Dallas Mavericks owner if he thinks the NBA should sever ties with China.
Tucker Carlson’s description of the World Health Organization’s director-general (above):
“The head of W.H.O., Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus, is a buffoonish villain right out of a Saturday-morning cartoon.”
Inspiring Words from Famous Americans:
“Give me liberty, or give me death!” – Patrick Henry
“Ask not what your country can do for you; ask what you can do for your country.” – John F. Kennedy
“We’ll see what happens!” – Donald J. Trump
I’ve been critical of Trump today, but I don’t envy him his “biggest decision I’ve ever had to make” about when to re-open the economy.
The biggest decision I currently have to make is whether to keep using Kleenex to wipe myself or to go with the cheap-ass toilet paper I managed to find.
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