And While I'm Surly

Having promised disinterest as a whim and dispassion as self-deception regarding the Democratic primary race, I need to take this minute to tell Bill Clinton - and this is strictly between me and Bill - to get the fuck out of my life now and forever, and if that means his beard doesn't get elected "president," I can goddamn live with it.

I cannot wait for the staged "HRC tells Bill to go clean the garage" skit his her campaign will need to run.

Wait. Yes I can.

O! One promise to myself I will keep: no FridayMusicFriday while surly. Tomorrow, maybe.