Monthly Archives: August 2018

Champagne Wishes and Impeachment Dreams

Well, THAT’s the mash-up title of the year, isn’t it?  For those of you with less rings around your trunk than some of us old redwoods, it’s a shout out to Robin Leach of Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous fame, who passed away last week at the relatively young age of 76.  His REAL trademark quote, of course, is “Champagne Wishes And Caviar Dreams.”  Here’s a guy who unapologetically enjoyed the finer things in life…a man after my own heart.  A true Capitalist…the absolute antithesis of nauseating “spread the wealth” Socialists.  Spreading the wealth is great, by the way, but best accomplished via philanthropy…and Go Fund Me pages…NOT confiscatory tax policy.

And I would be remiss if I didn’t briefly pay tribute to the great John McCain…a true American hero, patriot, and the embodiment of what makes this country second to none.  I saw the feud between him and President Trump as unfortunate, but as Michael Moore says every time he steps on the scale…It is what it is.   Continue reading

350 Reasons To Despise The Media

I like to consider myself to be a perceptive person, and generally, a pretty good judge of people and situations.  But my God, was I flat on my ass in anticipating the endless, unhinged outrage of the Trump haters.  Ok, the shock of Hillary losing was clearly too much to bear for these Loony Libs, and this has manifested itself into a myriad of embarrassing, leg-wetting, hysterical behavior we’re STILL subjected to.  Whatever.  I GET IT.

But as I watched all this from afar…and with great joy and amusement…I figured, like a baby crying herself to sleep, or a toddler having a tantrum at the table next to you at the Olive Garden as you’re savoring that 19th breadstick…it HAS to subside at some point.  It just HAS to.  Jesus, was I wrong.  In fact, the anti-Trump hyperventilating continues to ramp up…evidenced by the pathetic stunt perpetrated last week by the hopeless hypocrites of the mainstream media. Continue reading

The Gift That Keeps On Giving

The number 100, in and of itself, might not seem all that meaningful to you.  A hundred-dollar bill.  A 100% your kid got on a pop quiz.  Michael Moore’s 100 pounds overweight (in his dreams).  Hmmm…what else, what else?  OH!  I GOT IT!  You are now reading the 100TH BLOG POST OF THE DRUNKEN REPUBLICAN!!!  To quote Crazy Uncle Joe Biden, “This is a big f*cking deal!”  OK, not as exciting as, say, FREE BEER, but definitely a milestone of sorts for yours truly.  It’s the little things that mean so much…thank God my wife is down with that sentiment as well.

OK, now that I’ve dispensed of that self-congratulatory pat on the back…let us return to our regularly scheduled programming of shamelessly ridiculing leg-wetting, hysterical Libs… Continue reading

Booty Call

Ah yes, another week…another run on Walmart by leg-wetting Libs trying to catch the latest sale on Depends.  Some things never change.  And speaking of some things never changing…how about the breakneck pace of President Trump?  I swear, our Energizer Bunny-In-Chief could solve every world problem in a flash if it weren’t for the constant walls being thrown up as obstacles by the haters in Congress, the Deep State, and the Media.  Hey, Libs…I thought you said walls didn’t work???  San Diego disagrees, by the way….but I digress.  Anyway…among the myriad of issues I find myself wading thru on a daily basis, a couple stuck out last week like Michael Moore’s bloated gut after a Twinkie binge… Continue reading

Cause and Effect

Well, this week is going to be a huge test for my writing skills…or lack thereof according to some.  It seems like an eternity that I’ve wanted to opine about the economy, and actually peel the onion back a bit…but do it all without sending you into a narcolepsy induced face-plant.  The hard truth is that a lot of folks just don’t understand the nuances of the subject of economics…or even care to.  Ergo, it becomes as easy for the media and the Left to snooker people as it is for Michael Moore to split his pants while bending over to retrieve a fumbled Krispy Kreme…likely invoking the 10-second rule in the process.  And snooker they have on the heels of the kick-ass 4.1% 2nd quarter annualized GDP growth announced last week.  

And just in case I fail in my quest to keep this somewhat interesting…can you do me a solid and read it BEFORE popping your nightly Ambien? Continue reading