Lacking any kind of coherent theme or statement tonight beyond desperate meandering between distractions from what I should be doing, I just couldn’t resist the urge to headline the title of tonight’s song selection, the wonderfully over-the-top garage psychedelia of the Chambers Brothers. Cue it up, crank it up, and check out this sh*t:
Riffing off a theme from last night, again, the satire goes where Presidents fear to tread.
More proof that you should always…just stay the hell out of Florida.
If this is okay, why not just demand DNA samples and be done with it?
As long as you avoid hospitals and nuclear plants, then..what?
Well, at least we can efficiently exterminate each other whilst we wait.
Because you just can’t keep a good fascist Big Brother idea down.
And finally, because it well and truly has…
The best of all possible tomorrows to you all-