Satan’s, aka Sam Smith’s, unholy singing at the Grammy’s.
My sincere hope for the future involves the abolition of all-star games and awards shows. They feel like lame relics from the 20th Century. I missed the NFL Pro Bowl, to the extent it still exists, but I watched part of the Grammys on Sunday just to affirm my alienation from a culture on which I do keep tabs.
I am underwhelmed by the insipidness of evil.
