When the Monster's Smothered in His Sleep
Yes, I have indeed published these before, over and over again, but a pretty girl is like a melody, and even though I thought on the day he descended his Escalator of Gold to vilify Mexican immigrants and declare his candidacy for the presidency — which idea at the time seemed hilarious — that I couldn’t despise anyone more, I do indeed despise him more and more each week. And Trump Derangement Syndrome is what those who fail even now to recognize him as a a stupid, incompetent, infantile, delusional, corrupt, hateful, petulant, vulgar, treacherous, soulless fascist, and, indeed, a fecal stain on American history have, not I.
Have painful sex with yourselves, Attorney General Bondi, Border Czar Homan (The Man Who Looks Like His Thumb), press secretary Leavitt, and, indeed, all who abide this waddling, brainless, heartless abomination.
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Delicatessen M
The New Yorker, one of the author’s favorite magazines, recently ran a humor piece about S&M (the woke version is BDSM, but maybe I ain’t so woke in some things), and I was reminded of the little sketches I wrote in 2013 in hopes of getting Comedy Central to hand over a development budget. Never happened, of course, but you’re sure to derive limitless a…