No, neither democracy nor Jimmy Kimmel died yesterday afternoon, contrary to the shrill views of a sizable percentage of my social media “family”. Last time I checked, most of us did not have federal agents tearing down our front doors and yanking the plugs for our internet connections out of the wall–even those of us who objectively believe that the fat farting fascist in charge of all of this has, ironically, the thinnest skin of anyone who has ever been in the public limelight. Were that truly the case, given what I’ve said about him even in merely the preceding sentence, I suspect my sorry ass would have been dragged out of my place of business, not the contractors spending other people’s money that feign an inability to understand English when I would attempt to engage them in a conversation about their home service needs. As long as that seems to be the boots on the ground priority, I guess all of us who don’t have a late night talk show are safe for now.
Mourning MORNING Once Again.
I have a complicated relationship with a lot of television, particularly shows that are set in the behind-the-scenes world of the industry. By definition, I’m a target audience, since it’s a world that I’ve lived in for most of my adult life. But with that perspective, I’m likely to be far more judgmental on attention … Read more
