Toms Diner is not an ear worm. Unless the definition of ear worms include Chinese water torture. Actually the sound of water dripping may have a wider melodic range than the first minute of Toms Diner.
Thankfully, I still have the emotional strength to turn off inane, mind-corrupting shit that passes off as something with cultural relevance. I don’t even give a minute to Agent Orange and his tweets.
However, my fantasy sentence has to include Genghis Tang being finally forced to reveal his tax returns and the world knowing he is not and never has been a billionaire. The humiliation of that revelation (the basis of his existence) would cause a massive stroke leaving him incapable of speech. Given his loss of credit worthiness (and the confiscation of all Russian assets over hacking political elections), other banks would eventually foreclose on the loans of all his properties and businesses. Left penniless, he would be forced to use government assistance to stay in the nursing home required to care for him in his post-stroke condition. His final and greatest achievement would be to set the record for being the oldest living person.
Mental heath is the reason I instead choose to focus all my angst and rage over the trolls, fake news, and arrogant blowhards living in the NBA universe.
At least sports can be entertaining, and without the threat of nuclear holocaust.
