My beloved LA Kings lost and got eliminated from the NHL playoff race last night – but today is opening day for my beloved Angels, so it’s hard for it to be a bad day.
I was thinking about what it would take to make Opening Day a bad day. Something pretty horrible would have to happen to take ODJ (Opening Day Joy) away from me. And nothing horrible happened.
The Cheeto SCROTUS didn’t start a nuclear war with North Korea by either launching a nuclear first strike or by “accidentally” provoking the North Koreans into launching their own nuclear first strike.
The gutless wonders in Congress didn’t appoint Trump “Grand High Poobah and Emperor For Life.”
Ruth Bader Ginsberg didn’t die and leave the Trumpencritter and his band of evil elves (led by Mitch McConnell and Paul Ryan, two wannabe Uruk-hai) the chance to stack the Supreme Court with uber-conservatives for the next fifty years.
President Bannon didn’t dissolve Congress and declare martial law.
So it’s Opening Day and all is right with the world.
Plenty of time tomorrow for these pathetic fucking demi-orcs to destroy civilization and return us to “the good old days,” by which it seems they mean the Stone Age.