Easter 2025 (Mylot Exclusive #1897)

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Happy Easter, Radio Rangers! And shalom! 'Cause this is also the last day of Passover. I could easily survive the Trump Depression if I had a nickel for every time someone came to me last night and said, "Sir, it's Easter Eve, not New Year's Eve! It's also only 4-20 Day Eve and you never smoke marijuana, anyway, so I'm reasonably sure you're not stoned. So why in the name of Winnipeg are Guy Lombardo And His Royal Canadians here?" Before I forget, it's also Hitler's birthday, but that really has no bearing on our primary topic. What's germane here, germane, not German like the aforementioned Führer (He was technically Austrian but he heavily identified as German) and his low-class cheap imitation little league clone, Trump, is why Guy Lombardo And His Royal Canadians were here last night. The answer is quite simple: clerical error. Echo & the Bunnymen was the act that was supposed to be booked. But someone in Booking messed up. But try telling that to the confused hoards who want to know why Guy Lombardo was here, and all you get are perplexed stares and unfair comments like, "You expect me to believe that, Sir? And if it is true, Why don't you invest in Quality Control?" But my biggest problem are the mentally disoriented throngs who work for me. That's throngs, not thongs. If you want to know about their thongs, you'll have to go to my MyLot AfterDark Channel. For example, I just asked Fifi, my favorite Upatairs Sommelier and Chief Executive Vice President In Charge Of Alcoholic Affairs, to bring me another Berry Bunny ((Grapefruit juice, St. Germain, strawberries and a splash of sparkling rosé)) and she said, "OK, but drink it fast. I want to use some lovertime." I asked her what she was talking about and she said, "Lovertime. My new contract says I'm entitled to it and I want to use some right now." "Oh. that's a typo. It's supposed to be overtime." "Well, too bad. The contract says lovertime. It's signed, sealed, delivered, and notarized, so I want my lovertime. The specifics aren't spelled out, so I talked to my lawyer and she says that means I get to set all the parameters and call all the shots until you talk one of the judges on your payroll into ruling differently. So, drink up, go shave and meet me in the big shower in five minutes." Since Grace Van Owen, my favorite Upstairs Lawyer and Chief Executive Vice President In Charge Of Legal Affairs, is at a rum tasting conference in Saint Peter, Barbados instead of here, doing her job, and doesn't wish to be disturbed, I'm going to humor Fifi by filling up her Easter basket. I suppose it's the least I can do. With that in mind, let's go to some day in 1939, to see what the Cosmic Universal Anthem Song Of The Month Club Anthem Song for today is. ************* 1939 HITS ARCHIVE: Auld Lang Syne - Guy Lombardo (instrumental)