Losing My Perspicacity, June 21, 2024

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It’s been an absolutely sweltering week in Chicagoland, and there’s not a lot of relief in sight, though we did get a much-needed thunderstorm before dinner tonight. Nearly 100 million Americans were under a heat advisory today, which seems like something our government should be more concerned about than it seems to be. If you really want to be depressed about the state of America, check out this NYT piece on a TV weatherman who got death threats and wound up having to leave his job in Des Moines because too many people didn’t like him telling the truth about climate change. Devastating.

Today, the Chicago Bulls continue to prove there is nothing a man can do to a woman that would make him un-signable; I would like a word with Lilly King’s fiancé; Farewell, Donald Sutherland; and Reggie Jackson gives America a much-needed history lesson.

Here we go.