It’s a national tradition almost as venerable as televised State of the Union addresses themselves, to honor the occasion with drinking games. Generally a charming custom, the tradition hit a new low during the Obama years, with a little game called “Drink Until This Guy Starts Making Sense” proving particularly problematic. (Especially when
In a rather odd and likely counterproductive foray into corporate partisanship, the venerable American fast food chain "Burger King" has created a video for social media, purporting to demonstrate the importance of the misnamed "Net Neutrality" regulations. In the video, customers ordering "Whoppers" are told that they must pay exorbitant fees for speedy
Through the files, Karen “paged;” Remorselessly, Peter “struck;” Ruthlessly, Lorretta “lynched.’ Comey? He just ran amok. Thus a bureaucrat cabal Turned political machine— Tried to exert influence Through maneuvers Byzantine. Now, reduced to lame excuses, Their conspiracy’s a fail; May their story be recorded, As a cautionary tale.
Some of those whose Leftist schemes have been shattered, by DJT, To a million little pieces, have fled from reality. Lately, they have been indulging in a daydream of perfection— A populist plutocrat to whom they’d have no objection. Her talk show has been popular, her magazine is slick; Best-sellerdom attends her every
A well-to-do acquaintance, I encountered on the street. His brow was deeply furrowed, wearily he dragged his feet; Such consternation marked him, that I hurried to his side “What’s wrong?!” “They’ve cut my taxes,” he despairingly replied. “Oh, I’m so sor…wait, what?” I asked him, as he gave a sob. “You looked as
Tis a tale often told, and every Who knows, How the Grinch first descended from Mount Crumpet snows And stole away Christmas (its trappings, at least) Then had his heart changed, and came back for roast beast. Not everyone knows what has happened since then; How the Grinch came to think he must
Well, the florist is gone and the petals have dropped. The baker’s made cake, or else closed down his shop. “Man and man?” “Wife and wife”? Anyhow, there’s a ring. No question about that. Well…maybe ONE thing.Are you quite satisfied with the point that you made Because the law coerced a merry charade? Were
Twas quarter-past Hysteric, and The media did sound alarms; All froozy were the Democrats, Yarping of firearms. “Beware, my son, the Bumperstock; The muzzle-loading barrel shroud! Priced less than books, the plastic Glock, Which the Gunshow Loophole allowed! “The machinegun, bought at Wal-Mart, With silencers! And don’t forget The Shoulder-Thingy-That-Goes–UP; Likewise, the Chainsaw
In the year of Hugh Hefner’s demise, 'Twas a season of hues and of cries. Though the media mob might Have hoped to harm the Right— It has largely turned out otherwise. Harvey Weinstein’s case started it all— And this autumn became his big Fall, As details were confirmed, All of Hollywood squirmed.
With apologies to Rudyard Kipling. “What’s on the news this mornin’, Sarge?” said Files-on-Parade.“More signs of the Apocalypse,” his Platoon Sergeant said.“Hey, Sarge, how come you turned it off?” said Files-on-Parade.“ ‘Cause I can’t stand to hear no more,” the Platoon Sergeant said.“For they’re releasing Bowe Berghdahl; they have let him off scot-free,“He’s said he’s