Wednesday, October 01, 2025
Baseball Playoff Backstories
Monday, September 29, 2025
Monday Morning Motivation
May this week bring you a moment or several that approach Shane Lowry's Sunday evening. The burly Irishman guaranteed Europe's retention of the Ryder Cup with a birdie on the 18th hole at Bethpage Black Golf Course in Farmingdale, NY to earn a draw against American Russell Henley. Catharsis on a world stage. Maybe yours won't be as dramatic, but I wish it for you regardless.
Thursday, September 25, 2025
Dorks, Dipshits, and Losers: Better Know Your Government
It's easy in the midst of the maelstrom of fuckery and norm-breaking that abounds to view the administration as some sort of all-powerful menace, inexorably grinding the country down through its might and single-minded purpose. When that happens, I think it's vitally important to remind ourselves that nothing this administration seeks is inevitable, and a large reason for that is the fact that it's made up of a coterie of morons, grifters, and racist true believers, led by the most corrupt yet incompetent weeble of them all.
You've likely heard some variation of this from me - and you likely will again - but I stand by my conviction that Tim Walz was on the right track when he relentlessly called the GOP goon squad weird. And I remain angry that the centrist Democratic consultants neutered him and moved away from that messaging. It was both accurate and successful in bursting the bubble of authority that surrounded Trump and his minions.
So we come here today to do a bit more bubble-bursting, offering you a practical guide to the various shitbirds that roost in Washington. David Roth, a far better writer than I, framed these folks this way: "These are clowns, factory seconds, prissy sadistic losers, and the clock is ticking. They know as much. They also really mean it."
I think there are three primary classifications of Trumpian sycophants: dorks, dipshits, and losers. The first are socially awkward and painfully aware of it even as they try too hard to compensate for it. The dipshits are just really fucking dumb. And the losers, they're desperate for approval, and willing to do just about anything to get it.
Herewith a definitive cataloguing of various satellites orbiting our corpulent and venal wannabe dictator:
Pam Bondi is dipshit with dingus tendencies. She's smart on paper - law degree, Attorney General of a major state - but her Department of Justice is marked by basic mistakes, shitty legal arguments, and terrible writing, and she's been caught in more lies than John Lovitz's Tommy Flanagan.
JD Vance is charisma-free dork, a striver who's as likely to leave his fly unzipped as he is to break a trophy while trying to pick it up.
Vice President JD Vance drops Ohio State's national championship trophy at White House event
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Stephen Miller is a malicious loser. I'm going to relish his eventual perp walk the most. Hateful, petulant, and cruel is no way to go through life. Judging by videos from his high school days and stories from his time as a Congressional aide, he's always been this way. Now he's got the ear of the world's most powerful person.
Kash Patel is a textbook dipshit. Just look at this clown.
Howard Lutnick and Steve Witkoff are dorkshits, a mishmash of Messrs. Bean and Magoo. Blithely stumbling their way around the world spreading misunderstanding, misreading situations, drawing inaccurate conclusions and generally making America the world's worst dinner guest.
Pete Hegseth is a dipshit with good hair. A bumbling drunken chucklefuck who's failed his way from one gig to another because he's conventionally handsome and the President* thought he looked good on television.
RFK Jr. is also a dipshit, and much like Hegseth, though his primary advantage is having won the Lucky Sperm lottery, even as he's tried and tried and tried to piss away America's long-standing affection for his family. While I think Miller's aims are more dangerous, Kennedy is the member of this troupe of turds most likely to get us killed.
Tulsi Gabbard is a crazy person who's convinced that she knows more than everyone else. I guess that makes her a dipshit.
Marco Rubio is a self-loathing loser. He's the Reek of the administration, castrated, flayed, humiliated and continuing to come back for more.
Laura Loomer is a raging dipshit, a racist moron who's somehow wormed her way into the inner circle through sheer force of anti-Muslim, anti-black wrongness.
Jesus, Lord in Heaven take a look at that list of scoundrels and know that it isn't even complete. We didn't even get to Congress, where we could talk about Lindsay Graham (loser), Mike Johnson (obsequious dork), Nancy Mace (dipshit), et al.
I think we need a bit of a cleanse. Here's just the thing. Compare and contrast that retinue of rottenness with Curtis Evans.
This dude is a 65 year-old Marine Corps veteran and progressive activist. The photo above was taken at a protest near an ICE facility outside Chicago. The smoke visible in the image is tear gas. According to the linked article, Evans' said his Marine training kicked in as the smoke built up around him and he managed to tamp down his body's natural flight reaction. From the piece, "The Marine veteran plans to go back to the Broadview facility to join more future protests. He said that even with the clash, he doesn’t fear other American citizens. And if they fire more tear gas and pepper balls? “Pain only hurts,” Evans said."
Badass, this guy. Be like him, not like the prissy sadistic losers above.
Tuesday, September 23, 2025
Family Truckster!
A few other choice auctions that are within reach and end today include a 1990 300ZX Twin Turbo for Mark, a 1974 Fiat Jolly for our man at the beach, a very cheap and very shady 2014 Jaguar F-Type right here in NJ for rob, a 2004 VW R32 for rob's kid, a Laguna Blue (!!) 2001 BMW M Roadster in Acton, MA that Squeaky needs to buy right now (even the dreaded spot welds in the trunk look good), an Assuan Brown 1982 Volkswagen Westfalia with striped (not Boogie Woogie, sigh) fabric seats for rootsy, a Yellow Mist 1965 Mercury Comet Caliente Convertible for Whit, a remarkably crisp 1973 TR6 for Mr. KQ, and a 1972 350SL for Marls.
Monday, September 22, 2025
More Beast Food, alternatively titled "Trump has more housecleaning to do"
The Eastern District of Virginia is a district within the federal court system with courthouses in Alexandria, Newport News, Norfolk, and Richmond. DJ Trump nominated Erik Siebert to be the US attorney for the Eastern District in May of 2025. Shortly thereafter, Siebert launched an investigation into New York Attorney General Letitia James--you may remember her from the fraud case against Trump that resulted in a $450 million verdict--but he was unable to find any wrongdoing. Naturally, Trump pressured Siebert to press charges against her anyway. Trump opined that "It looks to me like she is very guilty of something, but I really don't know." That's the leader of the free world, by the way.
Shortly thereafter, Trump decided to fire him but Siebert withdrew his nomination before he could be fired. When explaining why he wanted to fire Siebert, Trump said "When I saw that he got approved by those two men, I said, pull it, because he can't be any good. When I learned that they voted for him, I said, I don't really want him." So it had nothing to do with Letitia James.
"Those two men" are Senators Tim Kaine and Mark Warner. I know this because Trump later bleated on Truth Social "Today I withdrew the Nomination of Erik Siebert as U.S. Attorney for the Eastern District of Virginia, when I was informed that he received the UNUSUALLY STRONG support of the two absolutely terrible, sleazebag Democrat Senators, from the Great State of Virginia. Next time let him go in as a Democrat, not a Republican."
This makes sense to me. But this also means Trump has a lot of housecleaning to do because Kaine and Warner voted for a bunch of other people Trump nominated. Like Marco Rubio, Doug Burgum, Scott Bessent, John Ratcliffe, and Sean Duffy (really?). He better get to work replacing those untrustworthy RINOS! Unless, of course, he really wanted to fire Siebert because Siebert wouldn't press charges against James. But Trump couldn't really be that corrupt and petty, could he?
Friday, September 19, 2025
Feeding The Beast
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Wednesday, September 17, 2025
Gheorghasbord: Spanning the Globe
In which I chronicle various oddities in an increasingly futile effort to block out the immensely insane fuckery loosed upon the land.
Did you know that Phil Hartman was an accomplished album cover designer? Neither did I. Freelance arts writer Conor Herbert recently wrote a detailed piece examining Hartman's pre-fame, indeed pre-comedy work as a graphic designer. Hartman designed more than 40 covers, including this one from Poco.
In news of an entirely different sort, connected to Hartman only via Canada, here's a headline you might enjoy:It was 9:00 am in Prince George, British Columbia on Friday, September 8, and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police were in no mood for shenanigans. When they got word of a grown-ass man driving down the road in a pink Barbie Jeep, they swung into action.
“While it might seem to some to be an inefficient use of police time to pull over a driver in a toy car, the risk the driver was creating to other motorists on the road who were forced to go around him, coupled with the risk to himself as other drivers are not in the habit of looking for toy cars on the busy road, was enough to warrant police attention.”
Dudley Do-Right, on the case.
And finally, a brief and entirely inadequate appreciation of the end of an era. Last week, Ray Hudson announced his retirement from broadcasting, ending more than 50 years in soccer as a player, coach, and one of the all-time greats in the booth. We celebrated him at least once, which isn't nearly enough for one of the singular voices in the sport.
If you've got a few minutes, give this compilation of Hudson's calls a listen. It'll perk you right up. Magisterial!