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Today is Saturday. We are less than 48 hours post SOTU, you know, the one where Biden (sorry, Dark Brandon) fucking NAILED it, making MAGA Mike Johnson squirm like a teenaged boy who snuck into a blue movie and are wondering why their pee-pee is tingly. Yeah, that was an
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A sleeper of a jam, highlighting the awesomeness of Mark Knopfler, and his unique style/technique.
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My life could have been very different if I had a history teacher teaching like this in High School. C'est la vie.
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Circa 2017, when I was still on Facebook, I looked for great guitar players, and especially on the hunt for women who played. I found many greats. Gretchen Menn, Alexandra Zerner, and many more. But one that stuck out to me was Esani Dey. A young woman from India, she
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His departure laid bare how much the publication centered around his anchoring it. There is a place for center-right anti-Trump media, but we shouldn't idolize them. They all had a hand in his rise
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Their evolution puts their states mission in question, and confirmation that once they added "notes" the slide into the morass of Social Media shitbird-dom was inevitable.
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I might need to get an MRI to see if I have a brain tumor or worm...
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I add to the total of good fortune.
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Since I would be suicidal if I read the news today in the wake of the homeless abortion that is the shit-take the SCOTUS vomited out yesterday evening, I am turning to YouTube for some diversion, and this video of the pre-solo band of Yngwie Malmsteen — Swedish guitar phenom — when
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Since I am spitting blood at the SCOTUS decision to pretty much push out both Federal trials against Yam Tits, I need to post something to redirect my anger. From John Oliver's show this week
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The Girl Scouts are back, and in your face.
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The algorithm done did good.