In the meantime, the North Carolina legislature is about to pass a bill to destroy 5 of the state’s public universities, four of which are historically black colleges. Where exactly is Obama with his edicts and Loretta Lynch with her moaning about bills that are “just like” Jim Crow? Or has all of their energy been wasted on managing how people pee?

Folks, did you hear, did you hear about Bernie’s plan for 2018? To elect a better Congress? Of course, any Congress will be better than this one. You bring a bunch of chimpanzees into the Capitol, and they are bound to do better. It’s crucial that the current bunch of sorry losers doesn’t get returned in 2 years.

Bernie has a real plan, and it’s a great one. I knew he’d come through in the end. This is very good news. Things are looking up.

Today I have for you an unusually large selection of articles I actually agree with. It’s both weird and refreshing not to be a contrarian for a moment.

I unexpectedly agree with. . .

. . . an article in The Atlantic on the disgraceful toilet wars.

. . . Echidne’s belated and tortured decision to notice sexism where she didn’t want to notice it.

. . . Adrastos on dudebromides.

. . . Rod Dreher on NY peak gender idiocy. He is actually kind of mild on the subject for my tastes. I don’t suffer officious fools gladly.

. . . Rude Pundit on the aptly named “Clinton fake scandal fatigue.”

I was shocked to discover that Robin Wright was being paid less than Kevin Spacey for her role in House of Cards. While his performance is OK but nothing a hundred other actors couldn’t do just as well or better, she makes the whole show. Wright is the only reason many people keep watching the show. She is very talented in a way that American actors almost never are. Spacey is an indifferent actor, and his weird accent in this show is nothing but a distraction.

This is simply wrong.

This is an old Soviet joke.

Year 1980. A ragged old man walks out of a forest somewhere in the Soviet Republic of Belarus. He stealthily approaches a house on the outskirts of a village, catches a glimpse of a woman milking a cow in the yard, and whispers, “Sister, please, a glass of milk before the Nazis see me!”

“The Nazis?” the woman asks. “There are no Nazis. The war ended 35 years ago.”

“You don’t say!” the old guerrilla fighter exclaims. “And I’ve been blowing up trains and sabotaging railways this entire time!”

Like the old guerrilla fighter from Belarus who didn’t realize the war had ended, Bernie Sanders will continue campaigning into eternity. Decades will pass, the world will change, and he will still be running against Hillary.

A friend posted this horrible story about a Mommy from hell who is mowing down her poor daughter like a bulldozer, and I’m now traumatized. Of course, the story is probably fictional because no actual person with five kids has time, energy, or need to bully one of them so relentlessly.

I should stay off Facebook because it always creeps me out.

Whenever Klara is ready to fall asleep, she presses her little fists against her chest like a little squirrel. There is nothing anybody can do to make this happen before she is good and ready, so all evening long N and I ask each other, “Squirrel fists? Is she making squirrel fists?” And the moment we see the fists, we know it’s up to us to help her fall asleep. It always happens between 9:30 and 10 pm, as if the baby had a little built-in timer.

I don’t believe Bernie or his campaign have anything to do with death threats received by the Nevada Democratic Party Chair Roberta Lange. These are some stupid hangers-on who use the campaign as a pretext to exhibit their massive assholery. Let’s not buy into their pretense that they are part of Bernie’s actual pool of supporters.

Wow, today is a day of several bits of good news. I’m finally getting a computer from my university. It only took 7 years of working for them to get a computer that I don’t have to either steal (as I did my very first computer at this place of employment) or buy with my grant money (as I did my second computer after returning the first to the place I had stolen it from).

Also, editors #2 and #3 love my articles. Editors #1 are still reading.

Maybe I should buy a lottery ticket.