Animal’s Hump Day News

Happy Hump Day!

This article chronicles the decline of Portland, OR into the dystopian shithole it is today.  Excerpt:

For seven months, Dylan Carrico Rogers slept in his bike shop with a shotgun. TriTech Bikes, located in the Montavilla neighborhood of northeast Portland, Ore., where Rogers grew up, had been battered by three break-ins, two nearby shootings, and countless instances of vandalism. Portland’s serially understaffed police force was nowhere to be found. And in the face of $25,000 of stolen bike parts, TriTech’s insurance company was ready to jump ship. “They said, ‘if you claim another one, we’re just gonna drop you,’” Rogers told National Review. “So I’m paying $1,200 every three months to be told that I have to replace [everything] on my own dime. And then at the same time, the cops don’t show up. So we’re just in a free-for-all.”

Here’s the last line:

And all the while, Portland’s political class fiddles.

Indeed.  And what political line does that political class follow?  What party?

The article is long on description of the mess but short on solutions – I would have pointed out that there may be a solution, one that involves throwing Portland’s “political class” out in the damn street.

Now then…

On To the Links!

The Bay Area continues its downhill slide.

Elon Musk – he’s not the hero we deserve, but he’s the hero we need right now.

This isn’t good for Democrats, but it might be good for the country.

And to make matters more interesting, more and more 2022 Governor’s races are becoming competitive.

Stupid is as stupid does.

Honey, don’t spoil it by talking.

Only twelve?  You’re not trying.

A good friend of mine described this as an “angry toddler meltdown.”  That’s apt.

This is something of an understatement.

I’d buy Joe Manchin a beer right now.

Here in the Great Land, we’re still tightening up voter registrations – but now we have this ‘ranked-choice’ voting, and I’m not sure how that’s going to turn out.

My money’s on raccoons.

Bam!  Bam!

Let’s Go, Brandon.

Wah wah.

Anyone surprised?  I’m not surprised.

This Week’s Idiots:

Paul Krugman (Repeat Offender Alert) is still a cheap partisan hack, and an idiot.  And again.  This guy really needs to fuck off.

Vox’s Anna North is an idiot.

Vox’s Dylan Scott is an idiot.  (I’m sensing a pattern here.)

CNN’s Nicole Hemmer is an idiot.

The Guardian’s Rebecca Solnit is an idiot.

Bloomberg’s Matthew Yglesias is an idiot.

Bette Midler is an idiot.

Newsweek’s David H. Freedman is an idiot.

Vox’s Ian Millhiser is an idiot.  (Yeah, definitely a pattern.)

MSNBC’s Jessica Levinson is an idiot.

This Week’s Cultural Edification:

Kids growing up in the Sixties and Seventies spent the week looking forward to Saturday mornings, when television programming on all three networks was aimed right at us, with shows like The Herculoids, Space Ghost, Rocky and Bullwinkle and plenty more.  One of the centerpieces was a live-action show featuring four young musicians involved each week in a new wacky situation that somehow included them playing songs that almost inevitably became hits.  Founded in 1965 by television producers Bob Rafelson and Bert Schneider, The Monkees were pretty popular when I was a little tad.

Monkees Davey Jones and Peter Tork have been gone for a while now.  With last week’s passing of the talented Mike Nesmith, only one of The Monkees is left; Mickey Dolenz carries that torch by himself now.  But us children of the Sixties will always remember them fondly.  Here, with their 1968 album The Birds, The Bees, & The Monkees, is their hit Daydream Believer.  Enjoy.