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Disclaimer: This is satire. If you’re looking for balance, nuance, or polite discourse, you’ve taken a wrong turn off the internet.

Let’s talk about the One Big Beautiful Bill Act—OBBBA. Yeah, that’s the Republican masterpiece of legislative sadism. You know what it does? It takes a meat cleaver to the social safety net. SNAP? Gutted. Medicaid? Shredded. Programs meant to keep kids fed and the sick alive? Tossed on the bonfire of MAGA vanity so FOTUS can beat his chest and scream, “We saved...

Disclaimer: This is satire. But when reality looks like parody, satire’s job is just pointing out the punchline.

So here it is, folks: TrumpRx. Yeah, because nothing says “trustworthy medicine” like a discount drug website named after the fucking guy who thinks bleach is a sports drink.

They’re calling it a “direct-to-consumer platform.” I call it a drug cartel with a .gov URL. You log on, you buy your meds, and in exchange Pfizer gets a three-year hall pass on tariffs. That’s not policy, that...

Disclaimer: Warning: contains hope, competence, and people who can spell “principle.” If you’re allergic to optimism or prefer your space program run by reality-TV clowns, leave now.

Here’s the thing: while our cosplay mobster-in-chief is busy selling “Gold Cards,” shaking down companies for donations, and reposting AI-generated Star Trek fanfiction as public policy, NASA is out there quietly working. Not posturing, not grifting, not screaming on cable news. Working.

Real engineers. Real...

MedBeds, MAGA, and the Great Big Fake Future

Disclaimer: If you think this is about medicine, it’s not. This is about power, bullshit, and an orange man who may honestly believe he’s living inside a rerun of Star Trek. This is a George Carlin-style rant. Fasten your medbelts.

So the mob boss in the Oval Office posts a shiny “news clip” on Truth Social. Lara Trump smiling, Trump promising “MedBed Hospitals” and a “MedBed card” to heal the sick, regrow limbs, cure everything but his own ego. Only...

SATIRE DISCLAIMER : This is a work of political satire in the style of George Carlin. It’s not journalism, not bipartisan, and it’s not here to kiss anybody’s flag. If you’re already angry — good. That means you’re paying attention.

So apparently, folks, the big mystery in Washington this week is why Donald Trump didn’t win the Nobel Peace Prize.

And I’ll tell you why: because nominations closed on January 31st, and at that point the only thing he’d successfully ended was his own sentences...

Disclaimer: This isn’t a briefing, it’s George Carlin with a flamethrower. If you came for pie charts and piecemeal explanations, go sit through a PowerPoint. This is about how the mob boss in the Oval Office is cooking the books and selling you fear like it’s a goddamn timeshare.

So Axios waves around this shiny chart: “Look! Left-wing terrorism at a thirty-year high!” And what’s that number? Five. Five attacks. Through July. That’s it. Thirty years and we hit the grand total of five....

Satire Disclaimer This is political satire in the voice of George Carlin.

It’s not journalism. It’s not bipartisan. It’s a thermonuclear word-bomb dropped squarely on bullshit from orbit. If you’re a MAGA snowflake with a fainting problem, please stand back from the screen and keep your tiny flag out of the blast radius.

So the layoffs have started. The “reductions-in-force.” The RIFs.

That’s a nice, sterile, bureaucratic little term, isn’t it? Doesn’t it sound gentle? Like a polite breeze...

Satire Disclaimer This is political satire in the voice and style of George Carlin. It’s not journalism, it’s not bipartisan, and it’s definitely not polite. If it offends you — good. That means it’s working.

So apparently we’re giving Qatar an airbase in Idaho. Yeah. Idaho. Land of potatoes, militias, and now, Qatari fighter jets. Because nothing says “America First” like stationing a foreign air force in Boise.

You can’t make this shit up!

The same crowd that screamed “No sharia law in my...

Disclaimer: This isn’t policy, it’s mob boss theater. If you came for constitutional clarity, go read the Federalist Papers. This is the moment you see the Oval Office turned into a street-corner extortion ring.

So Adams quits the race for NYC mayor, and what does our resident Orange Godfather do? He sneers into the megaphone and says: “If Mamdani wins, I will withhold federal money from New York.” That’s not governance—that’s a threat. That’s a bribe. That’s mob boss style: vote the ‘wrong’...

Disclaimer: This ain’t law school, folks. This is George Carlin with a sledgehammer. If you came for balanced reporting, go find a teeter-totter. I’m here to call out bullshit where it stinks the most—and right now the whole goddamn Department of Justice smells like a backed-up porta-potty at a Trump rally.

So Fat Orange Jesus wants James Comey’s head on a pike. He screams on social media: “Indict him NOW! Justice must be served!” And—abracadabra—suddenly the Eastern District of Virginia...

Disclaimer: This ain’t policy analysis, it’s George Carlin with his middle finger up and a spotlight. If you want nuance, tune into NPR. If you want to hear how your country’s being sold off like a clearance rack at Walmart, pull up a chair.

So Fat Orange Jesus waddles into the Oval Office, waves his tiny Sharpie, and suddenly an H-1B visa—the lifeline for skilled workers, scientists, doctors, and engineers—jumps from a couple grand to a hundred thousand dollars. One hundred. Thousand....

Disclaimer: This isn’t diplomacy, this is George Carlin with a chainsaw. You want polite talk about “frameworks” and “confidence-building measures”? Go watch C-SPAN. This is about how Trump tried to sell the planet a timeshare in hell.

Trump waddles into the United Nations and drops his big shiny “21-point plan to end the Israel-Hamas war.” Twenty-one points! Sounds impressive, right? Like he’s got binders full of peace. Spoiler: it’s horseshit. It’s not a plan, it’s a PowerPoint with bullet...

Disclaimer: This ain’t about patch notes, it’s George Carlin screaming into your headset. If you thought loot boxes were the biggest scam in gaming, wait till you see who’s buying the damn company.

Electronic Arts. The people behind Madden, Battlefield, The Sims. The cultural junk food we’ve been devouring for decades. Now it’s being bought out for $55 billion by a tag-team of Saudi investors, private equity vampires, and none other than Jared “Always on the Grift” Kushner. That’s right —...

Disclaimer: This isn’t legal scholarship, it’s George Carlin with a diploma and a Molotov. If you want careful nuance, go read a law review. If you want the truth served hot and blunt, keep your ears open.

Here’s the scam in plain English: the people who run Florida want to gut the national standards that make a law degree mean something across state lines. Why? Because national standards can’t be easily weaponized into culture-war theater. So they’re ripping the rug out from under the ABA,...

Disclaimer: This isn’t justice, it’s George Carlin watching Law & Order in a funhouse mirror. If you thought courts were about evidence and fairness, sit down. This is political retribution on tap, and the keg is orange.

Here’s how the clown show works.

First, Erik Siebert—career prosecutor, Trump’s own pick—gets told: “Go nail Letitia James, go nail Comey, go nail Schiff.” Siebert looks at the evidence and says, “There isn’t any.” That’s the job, folks. You don’t indict unless you can...

Disclaimer: This ain’t about literacy, it’s about lunacy. If you came for a book club, go sip Chardonnay with Oprah. If you came to see how censorship looks when it’s run by morons with crayons, welcome to Florida.

Florida wants the crown. They’re not satisfied with gators, hurricanes, and bad meth tattoos. No, they’re gunning for the gold medal in Dumbfuckistan, USA. And their event of choice? Book banning.

Here’s the rule: no study, no proof, no expertise required. Don’t like a book? Boom—...

Disclaimer: This isn’t education policy, it’s George Carlin with chalk dust in his lungs. If you’re hoping for a balanced debate, go sit in detention. If you want a blowtorch taken to a hypocrite with a God complex, keep listening.

Ryan Walters started out as a history teacher. Teacher of the Year finalist, apple-polisher, the whole deal. Then he discovered power, and like every two-bit wannabe commissar, he turned into a culture-war hall monitor with a grudge.

He screams that teachers are...

Disclaimer: what follows is comedy, opinion, and exasperation. Not news, not legal advice, and definitely not polite dinner conversation. If you think it is, you need a civics class and maybe a hug.

So FOTUS hops on Truth Social and coughs up this little gem:

“I have a meeting today with Russ Vought, he of PROJECT 2025 Fame, to determine which of the many Democrat Agencies, most of which are a political SCAM, he recommends to be cut, and whether or not those cuts will be temporary or...

Disclaimer: This is satire. If it sounds like the truth, it’s because the truth got mugged, stripped naked, and duct-taped to the front of the Capitol.

You think the GOP stumbled into this shutdown? Wrong. They wanted it. They’re rubbing their little grubby hands together going, “Perfect—lights are off, cameras are off, the referees are out cold, let’s loot the joint.”

Because here’s the deal: a shutdown isn’t gridlock, it’s cover. With no oversight, no staffers, no watchdogs, they can run the...

Disclaimer: This is George Carlin with a microphone, not your guidance counselor. If you want soothing voices, try NPR. If you want rage wrapped in jokes, keep your ass in the seat.

Here’s how the game works. Trump passes his giant boondoggle—the One Big Beautiful Bill—that hacks a trillion dollars out of Medicaid over the next decade. Cuts, caps, requirements, the whole nine yards. But the thing doesn’t even kick in all at once. It’s a slow-motion guillotine, one year at a time.

So what do the...