Eh, not a bad title.  But a distant second to the NY Post headline the next day…GLAZED AND CONFUSED.

BAHAHAHAHA!  Love that.

I thought The Poseidon Adventure was the biggest disaster I’d ever seen until I witnessed Joe Biden’s long delayed first press conference.

Incoherence.  Derailed trains of thought.  Lies.  Reading from notes.  More lies.  A fawning, starry-eyed media. 

I half-thought one of the chick journalists was going to ask him to the Sadie Hawkins Dance.

I like to refer to it as journalistic fellatio.  But then again, I have no qualms with offensive imagery.  I might lose a subscriber or two over THAT one.

Brain freezes, word salads, talking himself into verbal cul-de-sacs for which there was no outlet.

He stumbled more than a dude with two club feet on an icy sidewalk, and incessantly lied his sorry, demented ass off…particularly about the predictable main topic, the crisis at the southern border. Continue reading →

Joe Biden has monumentally exceeded all of my wildest expectations.

I expected him…as merely a confused vessel of the Far Left…to fully, completely, and unequivocally f*ck up this country – but the old senile bastard has done it WAY faster than I ever thought possible.

WELL DONE!

An absolute comedy of errors.  Unfortunately, effing up the country is no laughing matter.

All of these bastards – Biden himself, his 24/7 mask-wearing potted-plant of a VP, and the rest of his “off-the-deep-left-end,” America-hating administration cronies, with an assist from the boot (among other things) licking media, effortlessly lie to your face every time they open their disgusting pie holes.

I’m sensing my next umpteen blogs will be in the vain of…”How is Biden Effing Up The Country…Let Me Count The Ways.”

But lets commence with his gold medal f*ck up, immigration. Continue reading →

Like an opioid addict locked in a CVS pharmacy overnight, I just can’t help myself.  I’m sorry to drag you through this muck again.

But I gotta piggyback a tad on last week’s brilliant dissertation on the breathtaking insanity and divisiveness of cancel culture.

And elevate the conversation to make a much bigger point.

OK, “elevating” conversations isn’t my forte, but I’m gonna give it a whirl.

Again, I’m completely obsessed with this crap…like this week’s latest entry…an attempt by some nitwit NY Times Lib columnist named Charles Blow to cancel Speedy Gonzalez.

No need to brace yourself…I’ll resist jokes about that fabulous last name.  And yes…it’s killing me. Continue reading →

My God, the Wacko Woke Mob has been working three shifts lately.  

It seems every morning lately after I stumble out of bed and swear to God I’ll never drink again, I flip on the tube and hear yet another person or company being canceled for using the wrong friggin’ pronoun, saying something “offensive” in 1979, or some such ridiculous woke shit.

Do these snowflakes have goddamn jobs?  ANY of them?  Always my first thought.  Right after questioning my alcohol consumption, that is.

I’m completely obsessed with this nonsense.  I’ll admit it.  I think it’s like a 57 car pile-up on some iced-over interstate…horribly destructive…but I just can’t look away.

And curiously intrigued by the Commie Pinko jerk-offs that push this crap.  “Loser” doesn’t begin to describe these subversive scumbags. Continue reading →