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Casca says, ‘Speak, hands, for me!’ Brutus says, ‘Ambition’s debt is paid!’ Why commit to memory all the long & famous speeches when these one-liners literally & figuratively cut to the point all the violence & motive of the conspirators. Leave the flowery utterances to the romantics! Hail!

Been pretty gray & rainy out here the last two weeks or so; the weekends have been literal & figurative bright spots, but not much tennis going on in this part of the universe. Maybe tomorrow!

Been a while since we looked-in on your No. London Arse, who have been bit hard by the injury bug, with zero recognized strikers available for selection over the past month or so, and without any hope for recovery any time soon. Think of your La-La Land Los Doyers being without Shohei, Mookie & Freddie, and also without Wm. Smith & Edman, for good measure.

A Culture Vulture Evening last night in La-La Land. Unlike what was taking place at the same time 3,000 mi. eastward, there were no Robitussin-hued Coolidge-Hoover revanchists on this stage, and any use of ketamine here was pretty much accepted if not mandated, given the demands of the setting: appropriate high-energy melodic voice-projection, wild waving of arms & hands, exaggerated leg-kicks that were most definitely not meant to be interpreted as goose-stepping or some other type of ultra salute etc. In addition to being entertained & awed, we were amused, but not in that way where the dictator shrugs and implores, ‘Are you not amused!’ Every crowd reaction here was natural, genuine, organic, not performative.

Elsewhere on the Cybertruck-news beat now…HAPPY F—IN’ MARDI GRAS, CHER!

Yo! Nice time yesterday in the upscale (south of the Boulevard!) Los Angeles neighborhood of Encino, where young Leo Richard Mitchell, stepgrandson of the criminally tan man in your photo lede here, threw a party in celebration of his 6th birthday, the date of which takes place this Friday, March 6, 2025. Felicitations, youngster!

While we wait for the Impending Purge to take effect, here’s a stunning visual reminder that Martin Scorsese fancied the Friends of The Green Wave here to be big hitters when the blood & violence do start to flow freely. Indeed, Dodgers GM Andrew Friedman a proud Tulanian himself!

Hey! How ya’ doin’ over there? Well, that’s good! Already almost through the first two months of this Year of Our King & Redeemer Project 2025.

Hey! Is there anyone still out there? No? Well, then, that’s good, too! Welcome back! More important, how ’bout dem E-A-G-L-E-S Eagles! We were all screaming ‘Go Birds!’ last night, I’d guess.

Back when the Jankies had hope in the Series, prior to Game 2. Little did the man pictured in the lede snap realize that he would become immortalized in every Dodger sizzle reel from now to eternity. Ladies & gentlemen, once again, Alex Verdughole…VERDUGHOLE!