How obvious is it that I’m absolutely obsessed and outraged about fake media narratives?

Exposing them is as much a staple of this blog as Michael Moore fat jokes.  

Speaking of which…Michael Moore is so fat, when he puts on a yellow raincoat, people shout out “taxi!”  And he’s so fat, he has to use a boomerang to put on his belt.

Never gets old.

Anyway, back to fake media narratives…

Of course, it’s the Orange Devil that’s the recipient of most…even today.

One very weird dynamic of this is that folks on the Left, or the Never Trumpers on the Right…will generally not even acknowledge when 99% of these narratives go SPLAT!…like a water balloon dropped from a 12th story window by some Eddie Haskell-like delinquent. Continue reading →

And now for something completely different…

THAT phrase, of course, from the old Monty Python guys…yet another ancient reference from someone equally ancient.

So, never really talked about this before, but in addition to writing this sometimes offensive, often provocative, always brilliant blog…haha…I am part of a group of local folks that write a couple of short, 100 word weekly opinion pieces for our beloved hometown liberal rag, The Orlando Sentinel.  Hence the name “Central Florida 100.”

Locals call it “The Slantinel.”  Quite accurately, I might add.

They describe us writers as “influential leaders in the community.”

OK, you’ve made your point, you can stop laughing now.  Clearly, I am neither influential, nor a leader.  An obnoxious follower would be more like it. Continue reading →

If there was any doubt that this China virus…Wuhan Flu…COVID crapola is behind us, look no further than last weekend’s PGA Championship in South Carolina.

Absolutely monstrous crowds, packed in like drunken sardines, shoulder to shoulder, hardly a mask to be found.   

Like J Lo galvanting on the beach…a beautiful sight, indeed.  Sans A-Rod, of course

TAKE THAT!!!  Biden, Comma-La, Fauci, Marxist Governors…and the rest of you science denying, authoritarian A-Holes that still prance around outside, virtue-signaling alone in a field, donning seven layers of big dopey masks.

Effing idiots.

Anyway…I can’t invoke last week’s PGA Championship without congratulating Phil Mickelson for not only his epic victory, but becoming the oldest dude to ever win a major golf tournament…just a few weeks shy of his 51st birthday.

Chalk one up for the old farts.  Now pass the Metamucil. Continue reading →

Ah, so many Biden clusterf*cks on which to opine, so little time.

You see, reversing  EVERYTHING Trump did, when EVERYTHING Trump did worked out quite swimmingly, thank you very much, was quite the retarded strategy, and doomed from the get-go, like a defective condom.

Hey Joey…IF IT AIN’T BROKE, DON’T EFFING FIX IT!!!

Anyway…speaking of clusterf*cks, there’s no bigger clusterf*ck in the Milky Way than the Hatfields and McCoys of the Middle East, the Israelis and the Palestinians.

EYES.  GLAZING.  OVER.

I know, I know…not a sexy subject like Lady Gaga and the meat dress she rocked at the 2010 MTV Video Music Awards.

But a subject that has always stuck in my craw. Continue reading →

Desperate times call for desperate measures.  True dat.

This was evidenced last week, when Biden’s handlers…which purportedly includes his day nurse…shoved him out in front of the cameras to squint and stutter his way through the usual myriad of left wing lies loaded into his teleprompter, sporting the usual extremely oversized font.

AND even take a few questions from his fawning, butt-smooching press.

They are typically loathe to expose Biden like this.  And we all know why.  Shit, can you blame them?  The desperation was palpable, to say the least.

But this is the kind of thing that happens when economists are expecting almost a million jobs in the newly released jobs report…but you come in at 266,000.

A swing and a miss of epic proportions…like if I stepped to the plate against Tom Seaver in his prime.  Uh…OK…even NOT in his prime. 

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They say it’s the worst job in Washington.

No, not the poor schmuck that gives Pelosi her Brazilian wax and exfoliates her disgusting feet.

I think I MAY have just broken the Guinness Book record for causing the most people to hurl simultaneously.

Actually, it’s the poor sacrificial lamb that draws the short straw, and has to give the opposition party response to the Presidential State of the Union.

Hard to compete with the optics of the majesty of a speech delivered by the President of the United States from the House Chamber to a joint session of Congress, when you’re sitting in a quiet room all by yourself…well, except for some yawning camera guy binge eating Funyuns.

Often unmitigated disasters.  Sometimes career enders.  Until now.

If you haven’t yet seen South Carolina Republican Senator Tim Scott’s response…IN ITS ENTIRETY…you need to. Continue reading →

For some reason, I always seem to be the guy that shines a blinding bright light on the elephant in the room.  Actually, I kind of revel in it.

I am sort of a sick bastard that way.  Almost a fetish.  Not THAT kind of fetish.  Although the potential is there.

And this surprises precisely nobody that knows me.

So…Have you ever noticed that when a police officer tragically shoots and kills an “unarmed” black person, said black person pretty much always has escalated the situation to such a chaotic and dangerous level, that bad shit inevitably happens?

Ya know…forcibly resisting arrest, fleeing, beating on the cop and reaching for his weapon, not obeying commands after like 15 chances…that sort of stuff.

Not a popular thing to say out loud.  A big fat elephant, to be sure.  (Insert Michael Moore joke here:  ________________). Continue reading →

We’re all sick to death of the George Floyd trial.  I know I am, at least.

Not to minimize the significance and enormity of it…but enough is enough.  Picture a leaking, dripping, heavy sponge.  Totally saturated.  That’s how I feel.

Believe me…the last thing I want to do is opine about it.  But I will because I almost feel like I have to.

And I will hate every goddamn minute of it more than Bush 41 hates broccoli…

Not going to regurgitate the facts of the case…but safe to assume most agree Officer Chauvin was guilty…of something.  Murder?  Manslaughter?

The jury came back in a flash with a guilty verdict on all counts.  Having sat on three juries myself…including a 1st degree murder case and a rape case…I learned not to second guess juries from afar.

OK, except for the O.J. jury.   Sorry, Juice.

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I am definitely the yin to the Loony Left’s yang.

I mean, I love Trump, they hate Trump.  I love this country. They hate this racist, sexist, homophobic piece of shit country.  I love border and election security.  They hate…OK, you get the gist.

So where am I going with all this?  Where else?  Sunny Florida, of course!

Specifically, the Governor’s mansion, where Ron DeSantis currently resides, along with his wife Casey, Florida’s Smokin’ Hot First Lady.

I mean, if she were President, she’d be Baberham Lincoln.

Classic line from Garth in Wayne’s World.  Couldn’t resist.

Anyway…as much as I love Ron DeSantis, the Left and their media concubines hate him even more. Continue reading →

As I continually opine about all the nonsense that pisses me off on a near daily basis, I try not to be the blogger who cried wolf…perpetual outrage about everything.

But I have to tell you…this phony, fraudulent, parade of lies about Georgia’s recent election reforms is boiling my nuts as much as anything these Leftist pieces of shit have ever served up.

Claims of voting hours ending at 5pm, voters not allowed any water while in line, have been debunked by elections experts AND even the uber-liberal quack-journalists at the Washington Post, who gave President Corpse their highest “lie rating”…Four Pinocchio’s.

Yet, our decomposing, “Weekend at Bernie’s” President keeps repeating the lies…ad nauseam…as does his smug little chickadee Press Secretary, Peppermint Patty.

Ah…memories.  Remember how Peppermint Patty’s little friend Marcie always called her “Sir?”  One could go in a lot of weird directions with that, but Peppermint Patty WAS a bit on the “butch” side, and Marcie WAS blind as a bat.  I mean, do the math.

But I digress. Continue reading →