I saw Super Troopers 3 last night. It’s the kind of stupid the times demand.

Lindsey Graham’s predecessor in the Senate. Not all of his children are pictured.

Sometimes you wonder if you were born at the wrong time.

Portrait of Yarrow Mamout, American. 1819, by Charles Willson Peale.

Sartre on the line for your maga neighbor.

When it’s 1933 in Germany and you’re really not liking the trend lines. Self portrait. Curt Querner.

FYI

Morning nap.

Eric Swalwell was driven from the governor’s race.

If it was a “nightmare” to experience a vastly less criminal presidency, at a time when Congress, the courts and the press were all functioning to protect the republic, what are we living through now?

Quaint anachronism alert.

Brett DePalma: “Slippery Slope” 2024.

I found this piece of paper in the used book that arrived in the mail today. Humanwise, something about it feels hopeful.

Chicken stratagerizing her final blow against the squirrel kingdom.

The Founding Generation of Americans.

I told Chicken that the maga boys hadn’t considered likelihood of Iran closing the strait.

Some impediments to work are only in your head and others occur in the shape of head.

In this remote suburban New York village, you can see the sea lanes emerge as the perma-ice weakens.

A book that was published in 1985. But could have been published in 1865. Or 2025.

Liberty leading the people.

Turned out not to be a hoax.

Another economist who predicted 9 of the previous 5.

I thought this was dinner time.

Sunday is a lazy day devoted to napping on the sofa in anticipation of Monday, which is also a lazy day devoted to napping on the sofa.

Nap time

Deadline, Schmedline. When are we going for a walk?

Chicken says she has some leads on a suspect but nothing solid just yet.

Always glad when this li’l fella pops up on my phone. He was special.

I’m surprised these cones haven’t become status symbols. “I’m so rich that I took my dog to the vet hospital.”

Mother Emanuel AME Church in an age of resurgent white supremacy.