Because here, high up in the Rockies, we’re down but alas not (yet) out.
I’m very busy today, and also have a blinding headache.
And by that I mean BLINDING headache. Which tends to make me rather testy as well.
So– This is your unscheduled return of radio free Colorado.
This one goes out to Dr. Two Masks Fauci:
This one goes out to the left who thinks that breaking the fire alarm is the same as stopping the possibility of fire (Note, “so you can wipe out that grin. I know where you’ve been. It’s all been a pack of lies”):
And in this day when Governor Paste-Eating Polis proclaimed a meat-free day to get used to a vegan lifestyle or some shit, and when we will therefore be having steaks, this song goes out to the paste eater himself with the admonition “You give up your favorite meat, and we’ll think about it.” Or if you need it more graphic “I know your favorite source of protein, bud. Stop messing with mine.”
(Those of a sensitive disposition, or more prudish bend, might want to pass on this musical selection particularly in conjunction with governor no-brain.)