Bell and/or Biv and/or Devoe still know their moves.

First comment: "The Black Delegation would like to trade Stacey Dash and Raven for Justin Timberlake. Effective immediately."

Yeah, that whole thread was hilarious.

That is magic.

Man, I just Googled and Bell, Biv, and DeVoe are all 47/48. Which, I guess is not surprising since I am 43, but how did they get so old??

Also, JT was 9 when Poison was released.

This whole "passage of time" thing has got to stop.

Mmmmmoooooommmmmm flea is making me feel old. Make her stop.

Bell, Biv, and DeVoe are all 47/48.

Whaaaaaaaaaat? t / Thomas Jefferson

That is so awful, Sara. I'm sorry for your family's loss.

ND, I hope things go as easily and peacefully as possible.

Warning: furious political rant ahead.

FFS. I may have to just throw my hands up and hide here at b.org until after November.

I just read a blog entry, shared with approving noises by a generally lovely friend on FB, about the moral imperative to support Bernie Sanders (whom, by the way, I think is aces) and the evils of all the baby boomer scolds trying to shame Bernie supporters into also being willing to hold their noses and vote for Hillary (whom, by the way, I think is maybe less aces but more grimly practical and certainly more experienced in the grind of national politics and the right-wing media hate machine; as Leslie Knope pointed out, she's "the strongest, smartest punching bag in the world"). And the blog post had lots of great points to make and made them eloquently and awesomely.

The comments, though? Ugh, ugh, ugh. Lots of scorched-earth "If my guy doesn't win, let it all burn down" rhetoric, and people high-fiving each other for their hardlineosity, and the very worst was one guy who said (paraphrasing; I'm not going back to re-read) "Don't scare me by talking about Trump winning. So what? Trump would be better than Clinton, and maybe a Trump presidency is what it'll take for us to dismantle the system and build a new one."

I seriously wanted to hunt him down and throttle him. FUCK YOU, RANDOM INTERNET DUDE.

All I can think about now, aside from Trump's likely nightmare SCOTUS appointments (and, my God, you people think *Clinton* is unacceptably corporatist and big-business-loving? What do you think is going to happen if Trump slithers in, and how do you imagine it'll ever be fixable?) is Katrina and the neglected levees and the bodies rotting in the ruins of crappy houses in poor neighborhoods and the nightmare of that stadium and refugees being *shot at* by other US citizens when they tried to cross a bridge to safety and Bush's utter ruinous failure of a FEMA head who fucked over a priceless, irreplaceable American city because he'd been handed the keys to an organization he was totally unfit to run as a reward for writing a lot of checks.

However toadying and boot-licking and favor-passing-out the worst of the Democratic candidates might be, I can't imagine either one of them handing over national disaster relief leadership to someone who wasn't at least minimally competent. Handing it over to a crony and supporter, hells yeah -- but still, a competent one. Maybe even a tediously wonky and detail-oriented one, than which I can think of many, many worse things.

It's so damn easy for somebody white and educated and cushioned by money and job skills and a million little unexamined comforts and insulations against the worst of what might happen to casually say, "Trump, meh, whatever. If that's who we get, cool; bring on the revolution. What's the worst that can happen?" We've had more than a few worsts within not just living but very recent memory, including (not in this country so far, knock wood) old systems being demolished. And the educated, cushioned and insulated folks always do scrape by, but the poor and powerless get utterly fucked. The entire blog had such a stench of "Let's all get out our popcorn and watch as the halls of power tumble" with zero awareness of who's likely to suffer the worst of the collateral damage.

I like both Democratic candidates (with reservations), but by the time we get to the California primary I'm pretty sure I will just want to pitch all the partisans for either candidate right off a cliff.

Okay, rant over. In other news (there is no possible way to make a smooth transition out of this, so I'm just going to plow straight ahead), TEPPY: Do you need any gluten-free Girl Scout cookies? The troop at Matilda's school is selling gluten-free toffee butter cookies, and I could nab you a box or two if you don't have a local source for them.

The revolution will be of love and puppies, and no one will be hurt in the chaos, and what comes after will be just like they talk about in all those 70s songs of peace and understanding. (Those songs make me so sad. Those people really believed it would happen.)