Fortunately the shitty governor of this shitty state doesn’t have news conferences on Saturdays.  My liver appreciates the break.  We’ve fallen into the rather dark habit around here of playing a simply vicious drinking game called “The King’s Speech.”  The rules are dangerously simple:
1)  Anytime The Gov says cohort, incumbent, aggregated, or iteration, take a drink.
2)  Anytime the weird sign language interpreter/mime/Greek Chorus person on screen with The Gov objectively appears to be fellating some sort of large yet unseen beast, that is Death, and you have 3 minutes to finish the entire bottle.  Death happened twice this week.  Had today not been the weekend, I suspect an intervention would have been staged around here.   Kinda dreading Monday.

N.P.: “Covenant” – Lazerpunk