An oldie but goodie from Bloom County, the finest comic strip ever penned. It’s funny to think of this strip in the context of a decade before the Internet. Maybe it only seems like our hypersensitivity to everything has increased because other people’s offenses are so much easier to find.

DAD: Son, your mother and I are very concerned about you.
SON: Yeah, I know but–
DAD: You see, we were in your room and we saw what you have growing in your closet.
SON: Dad, I can explain!
DAD: Those wilting leaves! The inadequate light! What were you thinking?

Holy crap. It was an ad for a hydroponics company. It was absolutely surreal. It was a funny commercial, granted, but I don’t know how they actually got away with that. They didn’t say “marijuana” on the air, but come on. Everybody knows that the most innovative developments in hydroponics and soil science have been instituted by brilliantly creative potheads. That’s really the shame of the feds destroying their crops when they find them. What they really ought to do is give agricultural scientists a couple of months with ganja farmers and oh, the things we could learn. We could feed the world. That is, if they all didn’t get too high to remember why they were there in the first place.

It was an incredibly stupid commercial, but it still made me laugh. It was another one of those moments where I just shook my head and thought, “only in The Bay . . . only in The Bay.”

I heartily endorse this kind of thing. It kind of shows you how absurd we can be, and how overblown things can get, when we adhere to bizarre cultural standards that do more to divide than to unify.

I didn’t think anything related to the aftermath of the election could make me smile, let alone laugh out loud.

Thank you, Trey. I needed a lift.

There goes my kind of guy . . .