I have a confession to make.  And while quite possibly obvious to others, it hit me like a ton of Michael Moore this past week.  Despite the fact I despise them with every fiber of my being…and for damn good reason…I am completely and hopelessly obsessed with the Liberal Media.  “HELLO, MY NAME IS THE DRUNKEN REPUBLICAN, AND I AM A LIBMEDIAHOLIC.”  Ah, so cleansing to say that out loud.  I can best describe my plight by harkening back to an old Seinfeld episode, where Jerry becomes completely obsessed with his girlfriend who eats her peas ONE AT A TIME.  He just had to know why, and couldn’t let it go.  Similarly, I have endless intrigue as to why the media reports as it does…in a demonstrably false, massively biased, and obviously Trump-Hating way…so as to COMPLETELY destroy their OWN credibility.  I mean, isn’t our most base instinct as humans self-preservation?  Apparently only for like, breathing, and not professionally.  Anyway, might want to strap on your waders for some of this past week’s most nauseating and nonsensical reporting… Continue reading →

The dike has burst.  The cat’s out of the bag.  The horse is out of the barn.  All that crap.  Despite the months and months of the Democrats, media, and quite stunningly, the FBI and DOJ themselves, going through frantic gyrations to PREVENT proof of massive amounts of corruption…and very likely illegality… from being exposed, the calorically challenged lady has sung.  Regarding the release of the House Intelligence Committee memo by Republicans outlining the despicable actions of these Deep State Trump Haters and the Clinton campaign, there was not much in there that hadn’t already been reported by the few REAL investigative journalists left in the country…and either ignored or poopooed by the Leftist Media.  Wait…Aren’t these the numb nuts that used to squawk endlessly about “transparency?”   Continue reading →

Boy, do I know THAT look.  It’s the same look I had on my face when it appeared my beloved NY Mets were about to go down in flames in Game 6 of the 1986 World Series against the Red Sox.  Totally…and I mean TOTALLY…defeated.  Like I’m not sure I could ever overcome what was surely about to transpire.  Then, like a gift from God, Bill Buckner…bless his heart…couldn’t bend his rickety old body far enough to pick up a little dribbler down the first base line hit by a guy named Mookie, and the rest was history.  Mets go on to win the Series, and I gleefully made confetti out of my Zoloft prescription.  So…what’s the point of all this? Continue reading →

Well, been a little slow getting my blog posts out recently…not that anyone noticed.  Just returned from vacationing in South Africa the past 2 1/2 weeks, and I thought it was just a lovely coincidence that the whole Trump Shithole Shitstorm splattered all over the front pages RIGHT as I was fully immersed in a place in the world that has tremendous street cred when it comes to…um…shithole countries.  This is quite a subject to write about, but as I’ve been told many times what a piece of shit my blog is…well, I guess it was just meant to be.  I mean what else would I write about?  The Gov’t shutdown?  Fine…Cryin’ Chuckie Schumer made a pathetic political miscalculation by forcing the shutdown over immigration when the issue at hand was funding the government.  Even his Leftist comrades in the Fake News Media blamed him, and he caved like a sinkhole.  There you have it.  In a nutshell.  Now, let’s get back to the REAL topic, for shit’s sake… Continue reading →

Trying to envision the world after one year of a Princess Pantsuit Presidency is…well, like imagining bamboo chips being shoved under my fingernails. With great force.  Or maybe a colonoscopy…sans anesthesia.  Yeah, THAT painful…at least for me.  But envision I must for the good of my blog.  Or something like that.  And while it’s an exercise in complete prognostication and conjecture, the clarity upon which I can imagine the misery of Obama 3.0 in the Oval Office is nothing less than true clairvoyance.  Or maybe it’s just too damn easy because the differences are so stark…like Ivanka Trump and Rosie (aka Big Fat Pumpkinhead) O’Donnell sporting the same piece of sexy lingerie.  Ew.  OK…half an ew. Continue reading →

A year ago around Christmas, I published a blog post that chronicled the 2016 election…in poem.  So, I thought why not do the same now, recapping the wonderful craziness that was 2017.  Starring President Trump, of course, as the Grand Marshall of the Parade of Splendid Insanity.

OK, I’m no Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, but enjoy anyway…
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The whole fake news phenomenon is really nothing but a hot mess.  But unlike Big Foot, The Loch Ness Monster, and little green men, everyone KNOWS it exists…evidenced by the flood of corrections and retractions begrudgingly dished out on a regular basis by the heaviest of heavyweight Lib media outlets.  At this point, however, I can only conclude the practical effect of all this journalistic excrement is as watered down as the 25 cent vodka tonics on ladies night down at your local pick-up joint.  Overkill.  Saturation.  Overplaying one’s hand.  Call it what you will.  The latest?  Just for giggles…headlines everywhere this week…this one from Newsweek…“Melania Trump orders removal of the near-200-year-old tree from the White House.”  WHAT A HORRIBLE WOMAN!  TREE HATER!…and likely other such statements from drive-by consumers of news.  Except…While the First Lady did order the historic tree to be removed, it was only after specialists determined that it needed to be removed. The tree has long been supported by poles and wires and posed a hazard for anyone standing near it.  Once again…BRA-VO media!  Nice job!  Complete dishonest and morally bankrupt jerk-offs…and quite deservedly mocked and ridiculed by an entire nation.  By the way, that rumbling in the ground you feel is Edward R. Murrow doing somersaults six feet under. Continue reading →

Whenever Nancy Pelosi finally…and mercifully…leaves the hallowed grounds of Congress, I have the perfect “next chapter” for her…the spokesperson for Planters, because she has got to be the biggest friggin’ nut on the planet.  I would honestly take Dennis Rodman as our next foreign policy advisor vis-a-vis North Korea more seriously than I take this woman.  I mean, he and that fat little troll with the cereal bowl haircut DO have a relationship of sorts.  Anyway, it’s obvious that every single Dem will spew a bunch of lies and nonsensical partisan gibberish in trashing the Republican tax plan…fine.  But here’s what this Dopey Democrat Ding-Bat had to say about the tax plan…“It is the end of the world.  The debate on health care is life/death. This is  Armageddon!”  She also called it a “Frankenstein…that will come back to destroy.”  Speaking of Ding-Bats, this broad makes Edith Bunker look like Margaret Thatcher.  So…my Dennis Rodman comment doesn’t sound so crazy now, does it? Continue reading →

Since Trump has been President, the list of fake news stories is longer than the line of safe space dwelling liberals furiously refreshing their stupid Facebook pages in breathless anticipation of the next Trump protest.  And boy, did the hysterical hissy-fit haters in the Lib media outdo themselves last week.  Bra-vo!  The forgotten big loser in all this, of course, is that news comedy and satire site The Onion, who now has to contend with direct competition from the failing NY Times and the pathetic impeachment mongers over at the Washington Post.  Apparently, architect wannabe George Costanza’s mantra of, “It’s not a lie…if YOU believe it,” has become the slogan of every journalism school in the nation.  God help us… Continue reading →

Sometimes this great country of ours is as unrecognizable as most of the people at your 30th high school reunion.  Of all the things that outrage me on a daily basis, here’s one that REALLY roasts my nuts.  That piece of sub-human trash illegal alien who shot beautiful 31-year-old Kate Steinle on that San Francisco pier in July of 2015…subsequently dying in her father’s arms…was acquitted of all murder charges.  Huh?  Come again?  While the facts of the case would have made a first degree murder conviction highly unlikely, a manslaughter conviction SHOULD have been easier than creepy Matt Lauer luring some unsuspecting NYU intern into his office for some…uh…”mentoring.” Continue reading →