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DISLCAIMER (THE BIG ANGRY KIND): Professional outrage ahead. This is satire, not legal advice. No citations, no footnotes, no soothing charts. Profanity deployed with intent to harm. If you’re allergic to yelling, hypocrisy exposure, or watching tyrants get pantsed by federal judges, turn back now.

Welcome to November in America, where pumpkin spice is in the air, leaves are crunching underfoot, and the courts are kicking FOTUS in the ass like it’s a national pastime.

I swear, this...

DISLCAIMER: This rant contains profanity, sacrilege, outrage, and biting political commentary—none of which should be mistaken for legal advice, financial guidance, or polite dinner conversation. If you're allergic to f-bombs, economic reality, or the truth, you should leave now before something ruptures.

You know, when I was a kid—George-time, 1940s, post-war New York—a penny meant something. A penny bought gum. A penny bought your dignity back after getting your ass kicked at stickball. A...

GEORGE-LEVEL WARNING LABEL

Tonight’s program contains explicit language, unconstitutional indignation, and enough outrage to set off a 1776 reenactment. If you are allergic to profanity, facts wrapped in jokes, or the idea that the government should NOT have your face, fingerprints, AND your genome because you happened to stop at a red light — turn back now. Everyone else: buckle up. We’re going full Founding-Father-meltdown.

THE BIOMETRIC POLICE STATE — NOW WITH MORE GASLIGHT

You ever...

SATIRE WARNING: NOW WITH MORE PROFANITY THAN A MILITARY GROUP CHAT: This is a fictional rant in the voice of George Carlin. If you find yourself defending any of the behavior described here, please consult your doctor to determine whether you’ve recently ingested lead paint, fascist propaganda, or both. Side effects may include confusion, denial, and uncontrollable urges to say “well actually” in Facebook comment sections.

Ladies, gentlemen, citizens, immigrants...

DISCLAIMER: Professional rage ahead. Viewer discretion advised for hypocrisy allergies, constitutional whiplash, and acute exposure to bullshit. This rant contains no citations, no footnotes, no apologies, and absolutely no patience for performative outrage by people who wiped their asses with the Voting Rights Act last Tuesday.

You want to know what selective outrage looks like? Here it is, wearing a flag pin and a smirk, filing a lawsuit in California because—gasp!—the Democrats finally...

Disclaimer: Professional outrage ahead. Explicit language, economic heresy, and a full-frontal assault on hypocrisy. Do not read while operating heavy machinery, handling your last $5, or shopping at Walmart. Side effects may include laughter, fury, and the uncontrollable urge to yeet a peanut butter jar through your TV screen.

So there I am, in the grocery store, staring at the peanut butter aisle like it’s a crime scene. Once upon a time—say, last year—a “standard” jar was 18 ounces....

DISCLAIMER: Professional satire ahead. Contains foul language, foul play, and the faint aroma of spray-tan and desperation. If you think Donald Trump ever won a football game—financially, ethically, or spiritually—you might want to sit this one out. This rant includes unsportsmanlike conduct, excessive branding, and too many flags for bullshit.

You ever notice how Donald Trump can fail at literally anything and still find a way to slap his name on it like it’s a participation trophy?

Hotels,...

Disclaimer: CONTENT WARNING: FINANCIAL PROFANITY AHEAD.

Contains graphic descriptions of late-stage capitalism, math-induced despair, and language unsuitable for mortgage bankers, hedge fund managers, or anyone who thinks “equity” is a synonym for “fairness.” If you’re still clinging to the fantasy that a 50-year mortgage makes homeownership “accessible,” pour yourself something strong. You’re about to find out what “eternal debt” really means.

You ever notice how every time the rich break...

Professional Outrage Ahead This performance contains explicit language, political indecency, and financial heresy. Side effects may include eye-rolling, sudden comprehension, and the uncontrollable urge to throw a shoe at the television. Viewer discretion—and a stiff drink—are advised.

You remember this guy, right? The walking orange grievance parade who’s spent years screaming that Biden was buying votes. “Handing out freebies to the lazy!” “Bribing the woke!” “Socialism for slackers!”

Yeah....

HOW FAR UP ITS OWN ASS IS THIS ADMINISTRATION? WELL, THEY CAN SEE THEIR TONSILS FROM THE INSIDE.

Satire & Swear Words Ahead — The “Don’t Sue Me” Clause: What you’re about to read is political satire — sharp, loud, opinionated, and occasionally rude enough to make a Puritan faint. It’s commentary, not legal advice; hyperbole, not a subpoena; metaphor, not a moral indictment of your cousin who still thinks chemtrails cause eczema. Any resemblance to real motives, plans, or anatomical...

Disclaimer: Professional outrage ahead. Explicit language, no citations, no mercy. If you faint easily when hypocrisy flexes in broad daylight, maybe sit this one out.

You know the saying “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free”? Yeah, the Trump administration looked at that and said, “Too expensive.”

This week, in a stroke of bureaucratic sadism disguised as fiscal responsibility, the State Department told consular officers to start denying visas to people...

Disclaimer: This is high-octane satire and political profanity, not a legal brief or an arrest warrant. Every target here is a public figure who signed up for public ridicule the moment they started looting the public trust. No threats, no calls to action—just comedy with teeth, rage with rhythm, and constitutional protection wrapped in righteous disgust.

You ever notice how in Trump’s America, “law and order” means the law for you and the order for him?

The man has turned the presidential...

Disclaimer: Warning: this is political profanity with rhythm. Every jab is satire, every punchline aimed at the public hypocrisy currently stinking up the Capitol. No violence, no threats—just words, rage, and the occasional well-placed rhetorical elbow. Read on if you can handle the smell of hypocrisy simmering in taxpayer gravy.

You ever notice how every time the government shuts down, it’s the working stiffs who take the hit while the rich bastards in Congress keep the checks coming?

Air...

Disclaimer: This is satire, not scripture. It’s profanity in the service of truth, rage with rhythm, and gallows humor wrapped in constitutional protection. Every insult, metaphor, and verbal Molotov cocktail herein is aimed squarely at public figures and public nonsense, not private citizens or unsuspecting bystanders. No one’s being threatened, summoned, or invited to riot—unless it’s a riot of laughter and overdue accountability.

The author recognizes that public figures occasionally...

I’m taking a couple days off.

Yeah, really. After this post, I’m stepping away for Thanksgiving weekend. I’ll be back in your feed on Monday, December 1st, caffeinated and furious.

But before I vanish into a pile of mashed potatoes and my own questionable life choices, let’s talk about gratitude — real gratitude — the kind where you say: “Hey, remember that thing we used to have? The thing called a right? The thing called basic human dignity? The thing called not living in a dystopian fever...

Disclaimer: This is George-level contempt, with profanity professionally applied and absolutely no citations to hide behind. Read only if your arteries can handle caffeine, outrage, and democracy in the same sentence.

You ever notice how when people with all the power decide to be cruel, they call it “strategy”?

Today’s playbook is a master class in malicious incompetence. The court says—calmly, like a parent telling a toddler not to eat glue—“Use the emergency fund. Feed the people.” Two...

Disclaimer: This rant contains language, logic, and righteous profanity. If you’re allergic to any of the above, call your doctor—or your senator, if you can find one with a spine.

You ever notice Republicans need a goddamn subpoena to develop a conscience?

Tucker Carlson invites a Holocaust-denying, Hitler-fangirling, swastika-collecting little fascist into a two-hour cuddlefest, and what’s the GOP response? A slow-motion blink and a “We find this… concerning.”

Concerning. Like a weird smell in...

SATIRICAL DISCLAIMER: Warning: The following performance contains strong language, political profanity, and jokes sharp enough to cut through legal stationery. This is satire — not journalism, not legal advice, not a subpoena magnet. All characters and public figures are skewered in the name of comedy, catharsis, and the First Amendment. If you find yourself offended, consult your doctor to see if a sense of humor is right for you.

Ladies and gentlemen, gather ‘round for today’s episode of “...

Disclaimer: This is satire, rage, and constitutional literacy performed at 110 decibels. If you think “freedom of religion” means “freedom to discriminate,” go reread the Bill of Rights. Slowly. Out loud. Preferably with supervision.

Let’s start with Kim Davis, the patron saint of self-inflicted martyrdom. 2015: Obergefell v. Hodges drops. Love wins, rainbows everywhere, confetti, Beyoncé soundtrack — the whole deal. Enter Davis: the county clerk who looked at the Constitution, looked at her...

Hey hey, cosmic wanderers — Kendra Cassidy here, reporting for duty and ready to introduce you to an author who lives smack in the middle of the Venn diagram between sci-fi geekery, romance chaos, and pure creative delight.

Say hello to Kay Parquet — storyteller, Trekker, chaos elemental, and the kind of writer who can quote Captain Kirk and deliver a swoony small-town romance without breaking stride.

Kay grew up on the move in a military family and found her anchor in speculative worlds: OG ...