Good morning from Joe Biden and this baby who is not related to him but wants that Binky back:
Here’s some news:
Masoud Faraji of Lake Oswego is suing three local luxury car dealerships, alleging religious and racial discrimination. Faraji, 46, claims, among other awful things, that coworkers had a “whites only” bathroom and told him that “Muslims need to be removed from the planet.”
Math is hard. A new study says that smoking weed makes math harder.
This 17-year-old girl has a 4.57 grade-point average, scored a 2390 (out of 2400) on the SAT, and aced all 13 of her Advanced Placement exams. All eight Ivy League schools want her. Whoa.
Whoops: London cops investigating a giant jewelry heist say Scotland Yard knew the alarm sounded but decided not to check it out. The lucky thieves got away with so much cash and jewelry that investigators are having a hard time putting a value on it all.
Enough already, you guys. I know we all love to feel a little schadenfreude once in a while, but this Cylvia Hayes stuff is just getting out of control. Publishing an article reporting that Hayes wanted to be published in The Onion kinda seems like an Onion article, amirite?
Today is Walter Scott’s funeral. Scott was unarmed last week when a deranged cop shot him in the back as he ran away. The cop stopped Scott because his Mercedes had a broken tail light.
A brawl between Christian street performers and cops last week in an Arizona Wal-Mart parking lot left one person dead. Wait, what?
One last bit of scary cop news: A Secret Service officer in Washington DC was arrested for breaking into his ex’s house. Yikes.
Here is a video of “The Ragin’ Grannies” singing in opposition to a petroleum storage and export facility the Port of Portland is trying to build:
Those grannies would be better off baking some cookies.
I am just now suddenly aware of how anti-adorable my grandmother’s “Ragin'” was. Less goofy hats, more gin and misdirected regret. Why am I sharing this.
I believe that it is a propane facility they want to build.
Propane is still petroleum.
^Be that as it may, when you hear the word petroleum, you don’t think of propane. At least I don’t.