Author Archives: The Drunken Republican

The Kanye Conundrum

Donald Trump may or may not go down as one of our great Presidents…we would all do well to let the historians duke THAT one out.  Although I like his chances.  But I AM damn sure about one thing…and that is that Donald J. Trump IS the most entertaining President in history.  Yeah? So?  Well…for wisecracking, middle-aged juveniles like me who absolutely live for things like “That’s what SHE said” moments…particularly at completely inappropriate times…that is pure gold.

Anyone dare disagree?  Really?  Ever see a Trump rally on TV?  More like open-mike night at The Improv.  Hilarious.  Oh, his style of entertainment may not be your cup of tea…and if that’s the case, I can only quote Sgt. Hulka in the movie Stripes…“LIGHTEN-UP, FRANCIS!”  The latest evidence in that regard, of course, is Kanye West’s visit to the Oval Office for lunch last week with The Donald…along with legendary running back Jim Brown, whose impersonation of a potted plant was spot on. Continue reading

The Liberal Dead

I’ve REALLY got to hand it to these Loony Libs.  Every time I think they MUST have reached the outer limits of their hysterical, unhinged behavior…they prove me wrong.  Every friggin’ time.  WELL DONE!  I guess in the pathetic universe of victimhood in which they reside, they strangely call that over-achieving.  Whatever.  Hey, I’m no Pollyanna.  I mean, after Judge Kavanaugh FINALLY got confirmed by the Senate to sit on the highest court in the land, I never thought for a New York minute that these Libtards were just going to skip back to the closest safe space and re-immerse themselves in coloring books, Easy Bake Ovens, and soft cuddly teddy bears…sippy cups firmly in tow. Continue reading

Ralphing!  And Farting!  And Drinking!  Oh My!

DAMMIT!  I’m hearing those little voices in my head again!  This time, President Reagan…The Gipper…whispering, “Well…there you go again.”  That damn wishful thinking.  At the end of last week’s post, I floated a preview for this week, presumably “The Conclusion” of this farcical Lib shit show masquerading as a Senate hearing to confirm Brett Kavanaugh to the Supreme Court…who, by the way, is on pins and needles as to when some Loco Lib investigator will discover the time he dunked little Sally’s pigtails in the inkwell in the 2nd grade.

OH, THE HUMANITY!!!

GOP Senator John Kennedy from Louisiana said it best in a tweet…“In my opinion, this has been an intergalactic freak show.  As far as I’m concerned, Congress has hit rock bottom and started to dig.”  Love this dude…colorful,  blunt, no BS…reminds me of someone I know quite intimately.

Could I possibly have any relatives in Louisiana???  Hmmm… Continue reading

Fake #MeToo

Sometimes my wishful thinking and occasional naiveté gets the better of me.  After the embarrassing, blatantly dishonest, and hysterical behavior of the Socialist Dems at Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh’s Senate Judiciary Confirmation Hearing a couple of weeks ago (see my post titled Confirmation Clusterf*ck), I ACTUALLY thought these disgusting Dems would relent and just let the vote happen.  Like petulant little crybaby infants FINALLY wailing themselves to sleep.  STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!!!  What in Sam Hell was I thinking?  Like fat ass Michael Moore stampeding to the mac & cheese trough at the Golden Coral…I should have seen it coming like a freight train. Continue reading

Bizarro World

First it was Loser Hillary…emerging from the woods behind her Chappaqua, NY refuge, the usual lipstick smeared glass of chardonnay in tow.  Then, The Messiah himself, Barack Hussein Obama, so generously decides to grace the little people with his presence by also entering the midterm fray.  Two Democrat heavyweights…both literally AND figuratively, in Hillary’s case.  For his part, Obama’s coming out party consisted of one of his trademark self-aggrandizing orations…and his ever so familiar knack for cavalierly revising history.  Reminded me of that old show Fantasy Island.  I half expected that annoying little midget Tatoo to jump out from backstage, screaming, “Da Plane! Da Plane! 

Dating myself again with these old 70’s TV references.  Just be glad I don’t go back further than that, because sadly, I could…

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Confirmation Clusterf*ck

Well…pardon my French on that title, he sheepishly said.  It just sort of rolled off the tongue so nicely, I couldn’t resist.  Admittedly, I have the will power of a sex addict at the Bunny Ranch.    Anyway, the Senate Judiciary Committee confirmation hearings last week for Supreme Court nominee Brett Kavanaugh were literally out of the political Twilight Zone.  They should have resurrected Rod Serling to officiate…no disrespect to GOP Senator Chuck Grassley, who displayed the patience of Job in dealing with the tantrums of the far left crybabies.  I suspect these 10 Democrat mental midgets ALL piled out of some ‘67 VW upon their arrival.

So, without any further ado…Cue the circus music for the most nauseating show on earth! Continue reading

Funeral Frenzy

What a unique, riveting, and moving week, with both the great John McCain and the Queen of Soul, Aretha Franklin, having funeral services on consecutive days.  I was struck and quite frankly, saddened, by the many, many eulogies delivered…including by ex-Presidents and other Washington elite…who unfortunately couldn’t resist the self-serving opportunity to unleash a myriad of gratuitous, and not so veiled slams on President Trump.

Struck and saddened, yes..but about as surprised as watching a Kenyan win the next New York City marathon. Continue reading

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