So, I was perusing the internet the other day…no, porn was not involved, although there’s not much daylight between that and politics these days…and I quite by accident came across something that really…like, REALLY…spoke to me.

And most likely, 99% of all Trump supporters.

It was this REALLY long tweet by some dude, Darryl Cooper, whose Twitter name is “MartyrMade,” has a few hundred thousand followers, does podcasts, etc, pretty impressive.

I feel like I should know who this guy is, but I don’t.

Anyway, he seems to perfectly capture the evolution of the psyche of a Trump supporter.  Just read it…you’ll see what I mean.  As a bonus, there are many “truths” referenced that are sure to trigger unabated leg-wetting from the TDS crazies…and what can be more fun than that?!

And for the record…I had decided to do this BEFORE I saw Tucker Carlson read this thing on the air a few days ago.  Trump even mentioned it at CPAC in Dallas.  Burst my bubble of originality.

Oh well…great minds think alike, I guess.

Even if you’ve seen it, it’s worth an encore…

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FREE BRITNEY!  Something we can all embrace.  Always digged that chick.

Just had to get that off my chest.

Remember that old music video when she rocked that schoolgirl uniform, and…oh wait…that rap is for my other blog…Perverted Fifty-Somethings.

Moving along…here’s the 947 things that pissed me off last week.   JUST KIDDING!  Only four…

Bumbling Biden’s incoherence and pathetic weakness at the recent G-7 summit was a cringeworthy embarrassment for the country.  His handlers did somersaults making sure President Dementia didn’t have to occupy the same stage as Putin in a joint press conference.

Leader of the free world, my ass.  This comatose geriatric couldn’t friggin’ run Paco’s Taco’s food truck.

Barely a mention of China, the world’s biggest threat, and they all got big raging woodies (or female equivalent) championing a 15% GLOBAL MINIMUM TAX for corporations.  Hmmm…Open borders and handing over taxing authority to a bunch of Commie Globalists.

This sick Leftist fetish of defecating on every aspect of our sovereignty makes me want to heave up my Corn Flakes.  And I don’t even eat corn flakes. Continue reading →

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.”

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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.

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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.

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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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