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‘Snow White’ Star Wishes Harm to MAGA, then is Shocked when Woke Film Flops
March 23, 2025

(Luis Cornelio, Headline USA) Disney’s live-action remake of Snow White appears poised to rank among the studio’s worst-performing films in recent years, according to box office numbers reviewed by the Daily Mail.

Starring actress-turned-leftist activist Rachel Zegler, the movie has earned just $3.5 million in Thursday previews and is expected to bring in from $45 million to $55 million during its opening weekend—far below $95 million made by the live-action remake of Little Mermaid.
Snow White’s initial earnings are striking considering the film cost more than $250 million to make, according to the Mail.
The movie, most of which was shot in 2022, has been mired in controversy from the start, with several re-shoots and anti-Trump controversies delaying its release.
Additionally, Disney has been accused of making the movie woke in a bid to send a political message.
In the remake, Snow White is portrayed as an empowered figure who no longer depends on Prince Charming to break the Evil Queen’s curse.
The film notably omits the classic Someday My Prince Will Come and features computer-generated versions of the dwarves—rather than actual little people.

Cleary, this snotty apology didn’t do the trick. The movie is a total flop.
From the weirdly militant empowerment script to the CGI dwarves who looked like rejected extras from an Activia commercial, this movie was doomed from the start. Disney couldn’t even decide what race—or species—the characters were supposed to be. We got a Hispanic German princess who hates romance, saddled up with seven woke bandits who look like they wandered in from an Antifa street theater production.
While the studio was busy spinning a color wheel to balance skin tones and checking off pronouns like it was DEI Bingo Night, they forgot about little things like story, heart, and watchability.
The result was a film so bland, awkward, and desperate to prove its political correctness that it forgot to be fun. Or magical. Or even remotely coherent.
Let’s be clear: this isn’t just about one bad movie. This is what happens when corporate entertainment gets hijacked by activism. Just like everything else in America—medicine, education, even the judiciary—once it goes woke, it goes straight to hell.
In Hollywood’s case, movies stopped being magical escapes, and the artistic part morphed into painful, patronizing “cat lady lectures.” And that’s not an exaggeration—even James Carville, the baldheaded Cajun Dem whisperer, admitted the Left has a “preachy female” problem. Honestly, that was being generous. The truth is that these left-wing women sound like nagging hall monitors with a superiority complex. Women like Rachel Zegler don’t inspire—they lecture. They scold. They dictate how we should think, vote, love, and live.
And they always deliver the lecture in the same tone: smug, joyless, and without a single spark of soul. Always, always dead behind the eyes.
It’s no wonder no one wants to buy a ticket. We go to the movies to escape, not to be emotionally waterboarded by some twenty-something dip who thinks she’s smarter and more evolved than the rest of us. If we wanted a finger-wagging sermon, we’d go to brunch with an MSNBC reporter.
The result of this “Ted Talk” attitude is a box office graveyard full of preachy, unwatchable flops that feel more like punishment than entertainment. At this point, most Americans would rather chow down on a poison apple than sit through another two-hour lecture on female empowerment, climate justice, and how Prince Charming is actually a creepy stalker.
So in the end, here lies Disney’s Snow Woke—face down in the enchanted forest, poisoned by its own bloated ego and insufferable politics.
No prince. No love story. No charm. No audience.
All that’s left is a sad little kingdom of ashes and seven confused little virtue signals wandering through the wreckage, clutching their diversity checklists and wondering why the magic never happened.
Spoiler alert: the magic choked to death on its own moral superiority.
Trash your audience, karma is a bitch. These people don’t know how to think like normal people, or when to STFU
A North Dakota jury ruled Wednesday that Greenpeace is liable for hundreds of millions of dollars in damages for defaming an energy company and for its role in disruptive protests against the Dakota Access Pipeline project in 2016 and 2017, according to numerous reports.

Energy Transfer, the company developing the pipeline, sued Greenpeace USA, Greenpeace International and Greenpeace Fund in 2019 seeking $300 million in damages for the activist group’s alleged role in defaming the firm and promoting criminal acts targeting the pipeline by protestors opposed to the project, according to The Associated Press. Greenpeace has previously indicated that a $300 million judgement against it could destroy the group’s U.S. operations.
As things currently stand, Greenpeace will have to pay Energy transfer $667 million, according to The Washington Post.
This is exactly what I wanna see just days before I stay in a hotel room…
Michigan motel staffers were recently stunned after they found an alligator left behind by a guest who stayed there.
The three-foot-long Wally was located Friday in Cheboygan’s Pine River Motel, not much longer after exotic animal collectors checked out.
“We just went in to clean the room and, when my nephew looked under the bed, Wally was there,” Gary, the manager of the motel, Gary, told the Detroit Free Press.
“He was a real friendly gator, so I didn’t feel real scared. He let the police officers hold him and all that, I mean, it was a real friendly alligator.”
The gator‘s owner, who goes around schools with exotic animals, had assumed that Wally had escaped and went into the wild, according to the motel’s manager.
Wally and his owner were reunited Friday. It’s not currently known if police filed any charges.
As Samuel L Jackson as Nick Fury would say, it’s because it was a stupid ass idea.
Here goes anyway:
“… they worry that if the true nightmare was revealed, … everybody … would … just give up …”
Trump’s America is abandoning climate action and the fight just got harder
By Alan Kohler
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Bulldozing the Amazon rainforest is a fitting way to mark 30 years of failure, of annual gabfests that have released colossal amounts of carbon dioxide from the mouths of the well-meaning, and burned tonnes of aviation fuel to get them there, while reducing greenhouse gas emissions not one bit.
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Energy scientist, Vaclav Smil puts the total cost of achieving net zero by 2050 at $US444 trillion, or $US17 trillion a year for 25 years, “requiring affluent economies to spend 20 to 25 per cent of their annual GDP on the transition”.
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So net zero by 2050 won’t happen and the increase in global temperature will not be limited to the 1.5 degrees Celsius above pre-industrial levels that was agreed as preferred at Paris in 2015 – nowhere near it.
It would be a waste of money for something that nobody really wanted, an idea that wouldn’t work, and something that is not necessary except to the globalist Marxists who are trying to run everybody’s business, but should fukc off.
Are you superstitious?
No that would be bad luck.
I usually love MLB’s special edition merch, but this ain’t it.
Last year when I was on vacation, I was scrolling through my phone one day and saw that Major League Baseball had released special edition hats in collaboration with rapper Drake’s October’s Very Own (OVO) brand. Being an Atlanta fan, I bought a Braves hat with the most crisp navy blue and red owl on the side.
Fast forward a year later, and now MLB is dishing out mistakes after their glorious Drake collab. This one has to do with the Texas Rangers, specifically in regards to one hell of a hat design.
A new cap was unveiled by MLB’s Texas Rangers that puts the team’s “T” logo smack dab in the middle of “Texas.” But there were two problems: 1. It’s ugly as hell, and 2. … and this is what’s going viral … the word “Texas” with the “T” in the middle of it spells “Tetas.”
“Tetas” translates to “tits” in Spanish.
Let’s take a trip to Virginia, where a high school track and field meet escalated into violence after an athlete allegedly assaulted her opponent by blasting them on the head with a baton in the middle of a relay race.
Kaelen Tucker, an athlete for Brookville High School, was a runner in the second leg of the 4×22 meter relay Friday that took place at Liberty University for the VHSL Class 3 State Indoor Championships. While in a close contest for the second place position, the junior was trying to go into the inside lane while making her round on turn four. (RELATED: Chad Baker-Mazara Costs Auburn Massive Rivalry Victory Against Alabama With Incredibly Boneheaded Violence)
Well, while all of that was going on, an opponent from IC Norcom High School ended up smashing Tucker on the back of the head with her baton.
IC Norcom was issued a disqualification from the relay race, while Tucker was diagnosed with a concussion and a potential skull fracture.
You can check out the wild video of the incident here.
You go girl, classy until the end.
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
Some of the characters in this story aren’t going to make it to the end.
Unless you make the inner circle, you’re probably going to have to go, or at least wait a long time to get me to do something with you.
The introvert joke says that people die in my autobiography, but I’m not going to kill anyone. It’s more like avoiding them until they go away or just keep saying no to doing shit together that I don’t want to do.
Liberals confiscate the wealth we create and waste it in disgusting ways not only at the federal level. DOGE has inspired independent patriots to investigate government spending more locally:
Tens of thousands of dollars of taxpayer money were given to a Seattle foundation that supports bondage programming and “jack-off clubs” where members can “share masturbation and mutual touch in an open, group setting.” Volunteers, calling themselves WA DOGE, revealed that Washington’s Arts Commission gave the funds to the Pan Eros Foundation, an organization that “celebrates and cultivates consent & sexuality through the arts & education for all.”
The Republican party is now the “proud voice” of everyday Americans across the country — and the party of “common sense,” President Trump declared Saturday during his keynote address at the Conservative Political Action Conference.
“Our party has become the proud voice of hard-working citizens of every race, religion, color and creed, and I think one of the main reasons — not that we are conservative or anything — [is] we are the party of common sense. It’s about common sense,” he told the crowd of about 1,000 at the Gaylord National Resort & Convention Center in National Harbor, Md.
“Over the past month, we’ve confirmed an all-star team of warriors, patriots, visionaries who put the America First agenda into action,” he added.
And his team has been working overtime, he said.
“The fraudsters, liars, cheaters, globalists and deep-state bureaucrats are being sent packing.”
“The fraudsters, liars, cheaters, globalists and deep-state bureaucrats are being sent packing,” the 78-year-old commander in chief crowed to the adoring CPAC crowd of 1,000 at the Gaylord National Resort & Convention Center in National Harbor, Md.
Later, Trump blasted his predecessor, former President Joe Biden, calling him the “worst president in the history of our country.”
“I don’t care. I’ll say it. Jimmy Carter passed away, and he was a happy man when he passed away because it’s not even close,” the president continued in his verbal onslaught.

He has mayors like this who don’t know why they are incompetent
Mayor Karen Bass Investigating Why She Was Allowed to Travel to Africa While Los Angeles Burned
Hooters of America is reportedly gearing up for a bankruptcy filing in the coming months as the iconic restaurant chain struggles with declining foot traffic and mounting debt, sources familiar with the matter told Bloomberg.

The Atlanta-based casual dining chain has enlisted the legal muscle of Ropes & Gray to handle its restructuring, while turnaround specialists at boutique advisory firm Accordion Partners are helping sort out the financial mess, according to sources who requested anonymity while discussing private dealings. The bankruptcy process is expected to kick off within the next two months.

Hooters’ creditors aren’t sitting idly by either. Some debtholders have tapped investment banking powerhouse Houlihan Lokey Inc. for advice, underscoring the severity of the chain’s financial troubles.
The company has been struggling with cash flow issues as customers increasingly flock to other casual dining and fast-casual options. In recent years, several Hooters locations have closed their doors, a clear sign that the once-popular brand known for its wings and waitstaff is facing an existential crisis.

Adding to the financial woes, Hooters took on significant debt in 2021, issuing about $300 million in asset-backed bonds. These bonds, structured as whole-business securitizations, used the company’s franchise fees and other assets as collateral—a move common among restaurant chains looking to leverage their brand value for quick cash.
Despite the growing speculation, representatives for Hooters, Accordion Partners, and Ropes & Gray did not respond to requests for comment. A spokesperson for Houlihan Lokey also declined to weigh in on the situation.

The looming bankruptcy marks a dramatic downturn for a brand that once dominated the sports bar scene with its signature wings and controversial-but-effective marketing. With an increasingly competitive restaurant landscape and shifting consumer preferences, Hooters now faces the challenge of reinventing itself—or risk being left in the dust.

For now, it looks like the chain’s famous orange shorts and tight cash flow may both be on the chopping block.
I haven’t been in decades and let’s face it, the food isn’t that great. They show just as much at the gym and I can work out instead of stuff my face with unhealthy food.
Is this the best Hakeem Jeffries can come up with?
The Democratic House minority leader has been a virtual non-factor during the first weeks of President Donald Trump’s second term in office, relegated to the background amid the extraordinary energy coming from the Republican White House.
But he’s making a buzz in a video making the rounds on social media, showing him giving Trump a new nickname — and it’s one Trump supporters are taking like a badge of honor.

A Connecticut mother explained on Thursday why she voted for President Donald Trump in 2024 after casting ballots for independent candidates in 2016 and 2020.
In an appearance on journalist Mark Halperin’s “2WAY Tonight” Axios’ Trump White House reporter Marc Caputo asked a woman identified as Alex when she decided she had to vote for Trump rather than an independent candidate in the 2024 election. She cited the treatment of children and parents under former President Joe Biden’s administration as the main motivator.
“There’s a lot of reasons, but I would say the biggest reason was what was done to my children during the Biden years regarding masks and vaccines and coming after parents,” Alex said. “A lot of what was going on in the schools. And I basically wanted a return to the late ’90s … and Trump, to me, seems like a return to the late ’90s. I want inappropriate jokes. I want fun.”
A woman in the driver’s seat of the front car then steps out and delivers an eloquent soliloquy on the dangers of imprudent vehicular navigation straight out of a modern remake of Shakespeare’s “Tempest.”
“Let’s go! Get out of the f***ing car! You were riding my f***ing a**! Get out of the f***ing car there, b****!” the woman screams to the driver of the red car. “Get out! Get out!”
It can’t be heard what the driver of the car said, but she responded, “I didn’t touch your f***ing car, b****!” At that point, a man got out of the driver’s side of the red car to calm the situation down.
“Come and touch me … come and put your f***ing hands on me! I ain’t drivin’ crazy! Your b**** was on my g*****n a**!” so sayeth our cultured protagonist.
The man did not put his hands on her, so she obliged by … telling him to get out of her face, and when he did, punching him in the face.
Given biological differences between the genders and the fact that crazy people don’t necessarily make for the wisest, most prudent street-fighters, you can probably guess what happened next:
Like always, she got her ass kicked when she thought she could take a guy. It’s why we don’t believe that girls are really hero’s because shit like this always happens. They watch Black Widow or the Flag Football commercial at the Super Bowl and think they aren’t going to get an ass whooping.
MAGA. Everybody knows what it means. It is simple, direct, and patriotic. MAGA is not only a movement unto itself but also the parent to a family of exceptional complementary revolutions playing out at light speed: MAHA—Make America Healthy Again. DOGE—Department Of Government Efficiency. And the less-heralded, yet extremely effective FAFO—F*** Around and Find Out.
Laws are policies crafted, at least in theory, to secure constitutionally guaranteed freedoms for all Americans. Of course, there needs to be enforcement and accountability. Police and courts enforce the rule of law that ensures our freedom and that those who seek to avoid playing by the rules are sanctioned. Accountability.
President Trump has brought America roaring back from years of laws being ignored, subverted, and ill-applied. With the dawn of Make America Great Again, Make America Healthy Again and the Department Of Government Efficiency, Trump has gotten us back on track quickly, in part by drawing on the internet-cultural-age phenomena of F*** around and find out.
FAFO is practiced in virtually every home, workplace, and religious institution. It has been part of the human experience since time began, and the internet gave it a wide forum. It’s why your kid comes home by the curfew you’ve set. It’s why you don’t steal copier paper from work. And, truth be told, it’s why you try really, really hard not to mess with the big guy upstairs. You just don’t want to find out.
t’s not as easy as you would think for OnlyFans models to land a date for Valentine’s Day. In fact, one content creator has struck out every year for a decade.
Erika Amore hasn’t been able to end her Valentine’s Day slump, and she knows exactly the reasons why. The first two reasons on the top of the list, she tells TMZ, are her 36K boobs.
How do her enormous boobs play into not being able to date? Good question. It turns out that the men she’s come in contact with don’t take her seriously.
Amore becomes more of a fetish to them than an actual date. In other words, they have a hard time getting past her boobs.
They treat them like “a shiny new toy,” one they toss aside when they’re finished. She says some of the guys she’s met are completely obsessed with them.
I didn’t have Saquon Barkley telling a story about taking a NFL drug test dump on my Super Bowl BINGO card, but here we are and content is content in 2025. We’re going to embrace it, even if it’s two guys about to play in the Super Bowl talking about dropping deuces.
On today’s edition of the “Big Play Slay” podcast with host Darius Slay Jr., Barkley and his teammate got on the topic of drug tests and the craziest moments they’ve encountered from Roger Goodell’s goon drug testing unit.
Saquon didn’t disappoint.
“Craziest one I’ve ever had was in New York. I couldn’t pee,” Barkley began. “But I had to s–t.”
“And they were waiting for me. And you know, naturally, when you go to the bathroom, a little piss come out, so I was able to get it. I’m like, c’mon.”
What was your first Computer?
In college back in the 70’s, I worked with punch cards on some timeshare system that the school had, but I have no idea what it was.
My first real computer was an IBM System 34, in the pre-PC days. We coded in RPG II and even had Star Trek as a game on it. It used 8-inch floppies, had 4K of memory, and maybe a 4 MB hard disk (the memories are hazy from those days).
I wrote about it extensively here along with my Mad Men shennanigans about sex and drinking at work before the cancel culture, MeToo and the other bullshit that took the fun out of work.
This might be the last best of for a while so enjoy. The regular new stuff will be here going forward, but don’t be surprised if you see a part 10 some time.
Click on the link, the picture is just a screenshot
https://twitter.com/Fun_Viral_Vids/status/1885256508578877531?mx=2

Back to my wife’s relatives in Denmark. I routinely count on them to know what is the right thing for America by going against anything they are for. In this case, her niece Marian thinks Pocahontas is the “bomb”. She put it on Facebook.
They of course hate Trump who just got them to spend $2.1 Billion on Greenland’s defense instead of him spending it. They already pay 70% taxes and it’s going up for some TDS.

I find it hard to believe her family are even close to smart sometimes. I can always count on them to trash America and Americans, except when they want to shop for half the price in Denmark. They always think that America should be more like Denmark. Let’s see, which country has put a man on the moon? Are they speaking Danish instead of German since the 1940’s?
Warren just proved yesterday that her paycheck comes from Big Pharma, who screwed over a lot of people during Covid. Point of interest, the Danes had to take the jab so that could be why their IQ went down some more.
George Soros was “very upset” by the massive number of employees and “amount of bureaucracy” at his liberal nonprofit, the Open Society Foundations, according to the Democratic megadonor’s son.
Alex Soros, the 39-year-old son of the 94-year-old hedge fund billionaire, told the Financial Times his “only regret” since taking over Open Society Foundations several years ago is that he didn’t slash the nonprofit’s workforce sooner.
“My father didn’t want to create an employment agency, he wanted to create a network of networks and he was very upset with the amount of bureaucracy at the foundation,” the younger Soros said in an interview published Wednesday. “My only regret is that we didn’t do that faster, because I feel like he would have wanted that.”
It’s a surprising stance for the leader of an organization that historically promotes massive government programs, and has aggressively backed American funding for “pro-democracy” initiatives in Europe, Latin America, and elsewhere. Open Society was an early backer of the Green New Deal, the multitrillion-dollar climate change proposal. Open Society spent millions of dollars lobbying for President Biden’s Inflation Reduction Act, which authorized nearly $900 billion in federal spending.
Go Egles
Just when you thought the postseason couldn’t get any worse for the fans of the Philadelphia Eagles.
Oh, sure, on the field, it’s been great. The Eagles went 14-3 during the regular season and won the NFC East, then coasted through their first playoff game against the Green Bay Packers and outlasted the Los Angeles Rams on Sunday, earning a spot in the NFC Championship against division rivals Washington.
However, both of those games came with a bit of viral infamy for Eagles-adjacent non-players. After the Packers game, a rude and abusive Eagles fan who was throwing grotesquely misogynistic slurs became the subject of a social media firestorm, especially when it turned out that he was an employee at a DEI-centric consulting firm. (He later got fired and banned from all future events at Lincoln Financial Field.)
As for the Rams game, just hours before Philly dispatched Los Angeles, the mayor of Philly took the viral center stage for her chant cheering on the Eagles. Or, rather, the Elgses.
Who are the Elgseses? No, not the family four houses down that regifts you a fruitcake every Christmas. It’s the team Democrat Philadelphia Mayor Cherelle Parker apparently thinks she’s cheering for.
“Listen, we gotta do this,” she said, according to WCAU-TV. “Let me hear you all sing!”
Then she began the chant, which … well, if this were a five-year-old, maybe we’d think this was cute:
This is the mayor of the city, and what’s her version of it? “E! L! G! S! E! S!” I’m halfway surprised she didn’t end it with, “Pat, I’d like to buy a consonant,” only for her staff to inform her she wasn’t on “Wheel of Fortune,” Ryan Seacrest took over for Pat Sajak as the host, and you don’t need to buy consonants.
On the plus side, as of this past Monday, Joe Biden’s handlers are out of a job. Most of them are Delaware-based, which means they’re in the general vicinity of Philadelphia. If they can prop up that meat puppet for virtually four years, I’m sure they can do wonders for Cherelle Parker.This is the mayor of the city, and what’s her version of it? “E! L! G! S! E! S!” I’m halfway surprised she didn’t end it with, “Pat, I’d like to buy a consonant,” only for her staff to inform her she wasn’t on “Wheel of Fortune,” Ryan Seacrest took over for Pat Sajak as the host, and you don’t need to buy consonants.
On the plus side, as of this past Monday, Joe Biden’s handlers are out of a job. Most of them are Delaware-based, which means they’re in the general vicinity of Philadelphia. If they can prop up that meat puppet for virtually four years, I’m sure they can do wonders for Cherelle Parker.
Like Adam Carrolla said, you deserve who you voted for
This happened around 1984 when you’d get kicked out of a place and likely arrested for being in a girl’s restroom.
I went out with Tracy for a brief time in my mid-20s. She was the girl that introduced me to the term sport fucking. I thought that was only something guys did, but she didn’t have any problems with it. For her, it was going out, picking a guy and giving him the goods, no strings attached.
She didn’t have any problems with one-night stands if she wanted one and was down for just about anything. Even though she loved head, her technique wasn’t that great, but who’s going to kick a gift horse in the mouth?
She also didn’t have any problems flashing her tits at a school bus of boy scouts while at a stop light either. That was a busload of boys who I’m sure rubbed one out for the next month given the show she and her girlfriend who was in on the prank put on for them.
How It Started
I met her at Fantasy Fest in Key West. She came as my then roommate Al’s guest for the weekend. They weren’t dating, rather just there for fun and we all stayed in the same house.
There was a girl sunbathing topless on the beach and Al woke up at 1 am later that night to her pleasuring herself while describing the plentiful size of the (then med school) girl’s boobs. I’d seen them on the beach also and they were spectacular. I even talked to said girl during the party on the street and she had a boyfriend or I would have made the move.
I dressed as Dr Strangelove, a gynecologist. I had a metal speculum that I clicked for the girls on the street. About 2 steps past me, every one of them turned around and said, “I know what that is!”. It was a good joke for all.
Al told me they weren’t an item, she was just available and liked to give it up. He had no problems with me getting a piece of the action when we got back home as she wasn’t marriage material. It was satirically funny that her first marriage was to a guy whose last name was Tracy, making her Tracy Tracy.
The Bathroom
I decided to take her to Bennigan’s for dinner. It was dinner and sex and was pretty well agreed on up front by both parties (sport fucking for her). The restaurant was empty as it was a weekday except for us and a party of girls going out after work for dinner and booze. They were loud and I’m guessing about 10 of them at one table drinking margaritas.
As things go, I had to hit the men’s room. When I excused myself, Tracy said let’s go to the girl’s room. At the risk of getting kicked out for untoward behavior, I agreed. I’d been in a girl’s room, but when it was closed off for cleaning. I was young and stupid and it seemed worth the risk.
To my relief, there was no one in there so we walked through the powder room, went into the same stall and both relieved ourselves.
I was a few drinks down so was pretty happy with myself for the bold move, all the while hoping that we’d be soon walking out nonetheless for wear and also not kicked out as we hadn’t eaten yet.
Just about that time, all 10 of the girls from the other table came in. Girls go to the bathroom together. Even Tracy kind of got worried so I stood on the toilet seat while her legs and girls’ shoes were visible below the stall door.
The girls took up every stall and all started going at once. 10 girls peeing together sounded like Niagra Falls. Tracy and I were trying not to laugh at the situation and were just going to wait it out until the crowd left. Then we’d celebrate what we were getting away with. She was a giggler though and I was sure we would be made. I could see my picture in the paper, busted and my burgeoning career derailed for unbecoming behavior.
Instead of just heading back to the table, the girls assembled in the powder room to fix their makeup. Girls going to the bathroom together can take forever and never shut up. They made a lot of noise yapping about a lot of things they would have wished I didn’t hear about.
Finally, it seemed like the coast was clear and we agreed to walk out and try to make it back to our table instead of the back of a police car.
Thinking they were all gone and back at their table, we decided to make our break.
I decided that if I was going to be arrested, I was going to do it in style, so I walked out of the stall as if I owned the joint. In passing through the powder room, there were still a couple of stragglers and I got the look of a nice Sunday surprise. I made eye contact with one of them and her mouth dropped open.
As it turned out, we had to walk by their table to get to ours and at least 7 were sitting down, but knew what happened in there. Their table faced the women’s restroom and they saw me come out after they were done. I walked right past them and grinned and even caught a couple of laughs from their table. Their margaritas had taken their effect, fortunately.
Our dinner came out and we ate and left, albeit faster than we normally would have. It was somewhere between not wanting to see a cop car and wanting to get back to her apartment for some sport fucking.
At the end of the day, I don’t think anyone really gave a shit. The other girls had a story to tell, it got Tracy all excited, which worked for my libido and I got stuck in a girl’s bathroom for 15 minutes with 10 other women.
We didn’t last long being a couple as I was in a time of life when girls regularly came in and out of it. Neither of us cared. We didn’t have any feelings for each other (besides some youthful lust) and I even went back for seconds on several booty calls.
Those were the days I was single, then I got married. See Marriage Monday memes to get a feel for that.
This should catch everyone up to the beginning of last year. I have a new round probably starting next week that I’ve been collecting
There are a lot of possibilities.
There are Michelle Obama is acting the fool and not attending the inauguration.
Kamala for stiffing JD Vance to show him around the VP’s house,
Karen Bass for being woke and completely screwing up the LA Fires and screwing over LA.

The 2 girls who tried to frame their teacher
Keith Olberman who laughed at conservatives who lost their houses in the LA fire
But, given that he’s gone next Tuesday and spent the last 4 years trying to ruin the USA, the AOTW is.

He ended by Lying about his administration when mumbling on TV in his farewell address. Here is the Fact Check revealing his lies, although most of what he claimed during his tenure didn’t come close to the truth.
I like the part where she says don’t give us puzzles. They, like a lot of women are a pain in the ass.
It’s one thing to send the text to the wrong number, but it’s a whole other thing when you accidentally text law enforcement, thinking it’s someone who will supply you with narcotics.
A Florida woman was busted after accidentally texting a sheriff, thinking it was her drug dealer.
dumbass
In honor of Denny from the Grouchy Old Cripple who is long gone now and missed, I decided to bring this back, for now. Here is the first one.
While Karen Bass and Gavin Newsome let LA burn, they were woke losers and hopefully LA will recover and the liberal voting in of incompetents will stop.
Peter St Onge, Ph.D., tweeted, “Justin Trudeau is quitting.
“He destroyed Canada’s economy, delivering West Virginia wages for San Francisco house prices and wiping out a generation of young Canadians.”
Canada is just like America, only not the good parts.
He is a Klaus Schwab acolyte who ruined a great country.

Marriage Monday Memes – one of my favorites is here, until death do us part
How stupid was 2024? Let’s start with the art world, which over the centuries has given humanity so many beautiful, timeless masterpieces. This year, the biggest story involving art, by far, was that a cryptocurrency businessman paid $6.2 million at a Sotheby’s auction for . . . A banana. Which he ate. ”It’s much better than other bananas,” he told the press. And that was not the stupidest thing that happened in 2024. It might not even crack the top ten. Because this was also a year when: —The Olympics awarded medals for breakdancing. —Fully grown adults got into fights in Target stores over Stanley brand drinking cups, which are part of the national obsession with hydration that causes many Americans to carry large-capacity beverage containers at all times, as if they’re setting off on a trek across the Sahara instead of going to Trader Joe’s. —Despite multiple instances of property damage, injury and even death, expectant couples continued to insist on revealing the genders of their unborn children by blowing things up, instead of simply telling people. —The number of people who identify as “influencers” continued to grow exponentially, which means that unless we find a cure, within ten years everybody on the planet will be trying to make a living by influencing everybody else. —Hundreds of millions of Americans set all their clocks ahead in March, then set them all back in November, without having the faintest idea why. (Granted, Americans do this every year; we’re just pointing out that it’s stupid.) But what made 2024 truly special, in terms of sustained idiocy, was that it was an election year. This meant that day after day, month after month, the average American voter was subjected to a relentless gushing spew of campaign messaging created by political professionals who—no matter what side they’re on—all share one unshakeable core belief, which is that the average American voter has the intellectual capacity of a potted fern. It was a brutal, depressing slog, and it felt as though it would never end. In fact it may still be going on in California, a state that apparently tabulates its ballots on a defective Etch-a-Sketch. For most of us, though, the elections, and this insane year, are finally over. But before we move on to whatever (God help us) lies ahead, let’s ingest our anti-nausea medication and take one last cringing look back at the events of 2024, starting with… JANUARY …when the nation finds itself trapped in a 1970s slasher movie, the kind in which some teenagers — played by the major political parties—are in a creepy house, being pursued by a terrifying entity, played by a rerun of the 2020 presidential election. The only sane thing for the teenagers to do is get the hell out of there, but instead they pause by the dark, scary-looking doorway leading down to the basement, and despite the fact that the theater audience—played by the American public—is shouting “DON’T GO DOWN THERE! JUST LEAVE THE HOUSE YOU IDIOTS!”, the teenagers decide to go down into the basement, only to find “OH GOD NOOOOOO…” And so, thanks to our political system—under which the nominees for the most powerful office in the world are chosen by approximately 73 people in approximately four rural states while the vast majority of Americans are still taking down their Christmas decorations—we once again find ourselves facing a choice between Joe Biden and Donald Trump. Both candidates carry baggage. Trump is wanted on criminal charges in something like 23 states and, if elected, could become the first president to govern from a secret hideout. His speeches are sounding increasingly unhinged, which is no small feat since he did not sound particularly hinged in the first place. For his part, President Biden keeps saying words that do not appear in any known human language and gives the impression that any day now he’s going to shuffle into a state dinner wearing only a bathrobe. But not necessarily his bathrobe. In other words, we have one candidate who lost the last election but claims he won it, and another candidate who won the last election but might not remember what year that was. America, the choice is yours!
Meanwhile the nation is facing a number of serious problems. Foremost among them is the situation on the border with Mexico, which at one time was a legally separate nation from the United States but is now basically functioning as a vestibule. This has resulted in a tense confrontation between the federal government and Texas, which is alarming because, in the words of one military analyst, “Texas has way more guns.” In government news, the Pentagon is harshly criticized for taking more than three days to notify the White House that Defense Secretary Lloyd J. Austin III had been hospitalized. This prompts the administration to check up on the rest of the cabinet, only to discover that at least four other secretaries are missing, and the Secretary of Commerce apparently died three years ago. Abroad, fighting continues to rage in both Ukraine and Gaza, although these conflicts are no longer getting a ton of attention in the U.S. media because of all the news being generated by Taylor Swift. In a troubling aviation incident, an Alaska Airlines Boeing 737 Max 9 flying at 16,000 feet suddenly develops a refrigerator-sized hole in the fuselage when an improperly attached panel blows off, terrifying passengers who have reason to wonder whether the airline crew, instead of making a big deal about the position of everybody’s tray table, should maybe be checking to see if the plane has been correctly bolted together. As a safety precaution, the Federal Aviation Administration grounds all Max 9s and advises passengers on other Boeing aircraft to “avoid sitting near windows.” For its part, Boeing states that “at least the plane didn’t lose a really important part, like one of the whaddycallits, wings.” Here’s a rare shot of a Boeing 737 in flight with all the parts still attached. Here’s a rare shot of a Boeing 737 in flight with all the parts still attached. Jeremy Dwyer-Lindgren/Special to USA TODAY Speaking of big corporations making questionable products, in…
Some make sense to me, others not as much. You decide, you clicked on them.
Anniversary of Karl Marx, one of the world’s worst humans
A New Cancer Treatment Protocol – Ivermectin
Marriage Monday Memes – I thought this was one of the better ones, although I had to explain the pineapple juice reference to one of my friends. That tells me what I needed to know about his wife without him saying so.
What is it like to have an extremely high IQ
Why Dogs Don’t Live As Long As Humans – Explained By a 6 Year Old
It’s still back in last year, before some of you started reading it.
A horse and a chicken grew up together on the farm and were the best friends. They went everywhere together. One day, the horse waded into the pond to get a drink, and he realized that his feet were stuck in the mud and that he was sinking. He yelled for the chicken and said,
“I’m stuck in the mud and sinking, go get help, go get the farmer!”
The chicken ran to the house and, realizing the farmer wasn’t home, grabbed the Porshe keys, drove down by the barn, got a length of rope, sped back to the pond, tied the rope to the bumper of the car, threw the other end to the horse, and pulled the horse out of the water.
A couple of weeks later the chicken stepped into a mud puddle in the farm yard and realized that her feet were stuck and that she was sinking.
She hollered for the horse, “Go get the car!”
The horse said, “I don’t need the car.”
He stepped over the mud puddle, straddled it with one foot on each edge, and said, “grab my pecker and pull yourself out.”
The moral of this story is:
If you’re hung like a horse, you don’t need a Porsche to pick up chicks.
from Introvert Dear, but I can relate and I bet other Introverts can also. I don’t go if at all possible and am better for it.
Oh no, oh no, oh no. It’s today, isn’t it? The holiday party. And there’s another one tomorrow. A red-and-green glitter bomb of social obligation has exploded all over your calendar. Sure, you love your family, but the truth is, you’re an introvert, and big parties are utterly exhausting — even on those rare occasions when you actually enjoy them. Loud, crowded rooms and yet another round of “So, what’s new with you?” probably leave you dreaming of a white Christmas at home in your pajamas.
But the holidays only come around once a year, so you’ll rock around the Christmas tree anyway. That said, you’ll probably have some thoughts like these. Introverts, can you relate?
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Saying yes to the big holiday get-together seemed like a good idea when you RSVP’d. You even threw in some exclamation points (soooo excited to see everyone!!) and offered to bring your famous apple dumplings. But that was two weeks ago — you were younger then, full of hope. Now, in a moment of panic and desperation, you’re seriously considering canceling because you’re “sick.” Besides, didn’t you promise your dog you’d binge Netflix together tonight?

It is your family we’re talking about. And it is the holidays. That’s the double-edged sword of being an introvert — just thinking about skipping the party makes you feel guilty, even if it would be better for your mental health. You don’t want to let anyone down, even if saying yes means draining your energy completely.

Yes, that’s it — the perfect compromise! You’ll say your hellos, grab some food, and even give nosy Aunt Gladys the most basic updates about your life, complete with a polite smile. Then you’ll make a swift exit, just like a certain snowman who knew better than to stick around when the sun was hot that day.

You’re doing this. You’re really doing this. You take a few deep breaths, savor the last moments of peace and quiet, and silently swear on Aunt Gladys’s fruitcake that you’ll be back home soon.

You’re at the party, and it’s SO LOUD. Christmas carols are blaring, everyone is talking at once, and your inner introvert is screaming for an escape to somewhere quieter. The noise feels like a physical force, crashing over you and draining your energy. You’re no Grinch, but suddenly his decision to live alone with his dog on a mountain makes perfect sense — it was quiet!

Let’s face it — small talk has never been your thing. Gossip and chatter about weekend plans? It all feels so, well, boring. As an introvert, you’d rather dive into big ideas or, at the very least, something that feels authentic and meaningful. At the party, you do your best to stick to socially acceptable chitchat, but somehow, it always veers off into… something else entirely.

…so, so awkward.

Despite how it might look to others, you’re not angry, bored, or depressed — you’re simply turning inward to block out the overwhelming stimulation. The noise, the flurry of activity, and the endless social cues to process can be too much for introverts, who naturally thrive in calmer, more low-key environments.

This quiet moment alone is bliss. No small talk, no noise — just you, recharging in peace.

…there’s waaay too much fake smiling happening at this holiday party.

Many introverts are devoted animal lovers because our four-legged companions are the perfect match for us. They offer unconditional love without expecting small talk or fake smiles in return (see above). And unlike some extroverts, they’ll never talk your ear off or complain that you’re too quiet.

Pulling out your phone and pretending to be completely absorbed in it? A classic introvert move.

Sometimes, even we introverts surprise ourselves by enjoying a social event. There’s something comforting about feeling included — even if half the time was spent dodging personal questions from family and quietly checking your phone. And let’s be honest, the holidays bring a certain warmth and nostalgia that’s hard to resist. Maybe you even found another introvert to chat with — or an extrovert who respected your quiet vibe. It feels good to connect, even for us fiercely independent introverts.
But then, the inevitable happens. No matter how much fun you had, you’re still an introvert — and that means your social battery only lasts so long. Time to head home and recharge!

And that’s okay — it’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s just the way you’re wired.

…but let’s be real, a lot of them just don’t.

Dang, you forgot to pack your invisibility cloak. But it’s time to make your escape. Fingers crossed no one hits you with a “You’re leaving so soon?” as you quietly slip out the door.

On the left: What it looks like.
On the right: What it feels like.

The party might be over, but that doesn’t mean your energy magically returns. In fact, this is when the real exhaustion sets in. Cue the dreaded introvert hangover. For many introverts, social burnout isn’t just mental and emotional fatigue — it’s physical, too. The symptoms are real: headaches, muscle aches, and an overwhelming sense of feeling unwell. It’s your body’s way of saying, time to rest.

A WHOLE DAY.

Can we make it 12?

You shut your bedroom door and breathe in the sweet, glorious relief of solitude. If you have kids, you might try to pass them off to your spouse for a little while — because let’s face it, the only cure for an introvert hangover is downtime. Alone in your room, free from everyone’s expectations, you’re finally in your most comfortable, natural habitat. This time to decompress isn’t just nice — it’s necessary. Seriously, it’s for everyone’s safety!
Flames and torment aside, one imagines Hell as a place where lies prevail at all times.
For instance, imagine a situation in which an elderly man with a well-earned reputation for creepy behavior occupied the most powerful station in the world, and everyone around him knew that his severely diminished cognitive abilities not only prevented him from carrying out his official functions but had removed any theoretical restraints on said behavior, but they pretended otherwise, not only by continuing to trot him out in public but by referring to him, unironically, as “Mr. President.”
Such thoughts leap to mind when one sees a ridiculous new Christmas photo taken at the White House and posted Wednesday to the social media platform Instagram by 73-year-old actress Lynda Carter, who famously played the title role in the 1970s television series “Wonder Woman.”
In the photo, the 82-year-old President Joe Biden stood as close as possible to Carter.
Thus, Carter’s Instagram followers generally gushed over the photo. But not all of them did.
“Why is Jill a mile apart from her husband?” one Instagram user wrote.
“But did you get sniffed?” another wrote, referring to the president’s well-documented propensity for sniffing women and children.
Meanwhile, X users found the photo and had a field day with it.
“Bwahahahaha!!!!! Looks like Biden is a fan of WonderWoman as well! Go on a get a sniff while you’re all in her space!!” one X user wrote.

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Walmart employees at certain U.S. stores were given body cameras to wear as part of a pilot program, CNBC reported Tuesday.
It is unclear how many Walmart locations have placed body cameras on store-level associates. Witnesses and images distributed online showed signs at entry points to locations warning shoppers that it has “body-worn cameras in use,” according to the outlet.
What are they going to find? Stuff like this?

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The pictures are endless, but I see them every time I go into a Walmart. Some of the strangest people are there.
The red flags used to be tattooed (especially helter-skelter instead of artistic), hair dyed an unnatural color (green, pink, purple), excessive piercings, and cats.

The problem was that some of these girls might actually have been ok (all right, single digits).
Now, there is a 100% test for a girl who is certifiably nuts and you should avoid


In my younger days, I was passionate about fishing. At the time, I was inland so lake fishing was my only real weekend option, so I was all in. I was good with catching anything, but bass and stripers were at the top of the food chain.
One winter day, my fishing buddy (read he had a boat and I didn’t) Brian called me up and said let’s go. I checked the weather report and it was going to be in the 30’s, but I had nothing to do so my dumbass bundled up and went out on the lake.
I knew damn well that the fish had lockjaw under 40 degrees, but away we went, at zero dark thirty o’clock.
I figured it would be a day of casting practice and not catching, but that never stopped a fisherman. The ride to the perfect spot is never short, so we blasted through the freezing air as fast as the bass boat could go. No sense in going at a reasonable speed. I had to wait once we got there just to de-ice.
Here’s where the story begins.
At some point, the coffee went through me and I had to piss. I waited as long as I could so that when I reached the moment of truth, I could actually go.

So here I am on the back of the boat about ready to bust and now I have to take off a jacket, gloves, a pair of Ski pants, long johns, thermal underwear, and finally try to find my dick.
It was all (relatively) warm at about 32 degrees, but once my dick hit the freezing air, it revolted and said not today Jack. As I said, I was at the moment of truth and had to go. I was hoping for a huge stream to get it over with and not piss on the boat because then I’d have to stick my hand in the freezing water to wash it off.
After digging through all of my clothes and trying to get ready to force it out, My dick tried to crawl inside my body. It gave a weak effort, so I’m trying not to piss on my clothes, the boat, and trying to hit the water instead of everything else. I managed to get it done, but I don’t recall my dick being that cold ever before. It even revoted when I had to grab it with freezing fingers.
As for fishing, on a day we should have been skunked, I slayed the bass. I seemed to throw the right lure in the right place all day. I caught them off of stumps, on the spawning beds, on crankbaits, and on worms.
It was a helluva day fishing, but a terrible time trying to take a leak. I think that was the last time I tried that, although I’ve spent plenty of time in a tree stand hunting deer and trying not to piss.
These are still the early posts. While some are better than others, they were better when I first started this. This is still last year’s stuff before some of you started following me.
Cruciferous vegetables such as broccoli, Brussels sprouts and cabbages contain many phytochemicals, vitamins and minerals. In fact, in the late 90s, published studies indicated that there was a link between the consumption of cruciferous vegetables and lower risk for breast cancer.
(Article republished from GreenMedInfo.com)
More recently, the nutrients in broccoli sprouts and their protective effects against multiple types of cancer have seen renewed interest within the research community.
One of the key components of broccoli sprouts is a compound called sulforaphane. Broccoli sprouts that are specifically 5-6 days old contain over 100 X’s more sulforaphane than the mature plant.
In 2011, the September Oncology Report, found that sulforaphane suppressed breast cancer cell proliferation and growth. In fact, the research committee found that Sulforaphane inhibited the growth of cultured human breast cancer cells, leading to cell death or apoptosis.
Another promising study in 2004 at the University of Buffalo, found that sulforaphane inhibited the growth of human breast cancer cells and “indicated a potential use of this compound as a chemotherapeutic agent in cancer treatment.” Can you picture the medical mainstream hooking up sulforaphane drips instead of the chemical concoction IV drips? Wishful thinking, almost comical and highly unlikely!