His putrefactionous corruption is manifesting visibly itself on his hands and neck, leading one to easily postulate that those two spots ain't the half of it. $20 says he's doing intravenous vitamin quackery believing he'll live long enough to spend all the sketchy cheddar he's brazenly grifting being our beloved CIC.

I found the show's close rather wistful, the Sullivan Theater inside a snow globe, the chime playing the show's theme song. If there is any real karma in this world, I hope this bites CBS/Paramount where it hurts most...greatly reduced viewership and the resultant loss of ad revenue. For those not paying attention, this sad episode of naked censorship will undoubtedly change broadcast television from this point on.

Ah...back in the day. I do still think about Brian from time to time.

I used to be...now I'm just old and cranky, but thanks.

Maher has caught the same disease that ended Dennis Miller's career...the malady inevitably happens when their core audience realizes they're just not funny anymore.

Hmmm...well, the glove did fit, and yet Cochrane cravenly used Furman's thinly-veiled racism to get Simpson the verdict that forever changed the cultural vibe in a town where a good 1/3 of it's population was itching to burn it all down had the jury done the right thing. The stupifying song being sung afterward was the Simpson verdict was payback for Rodney King. Had they seen the autopsy photos, they would have came to a much different conclusion. Then again, maybe not.

Re: #99...you know EXACTLY as to whom I was referring. Keep your vapors to yourself.

The Bronze Age keeps calling, and you %$#@! troglodytes keep answering the phone. When are you mouth-breathers going to learn that Women are not property?

Word is she makes a mean Sazerac. If it comes down to a bartender or a ethically-bereft, delusional TV celeb with a mango-hued combover and a propensity for pathologically lying about EVERYTHING, I'm picking the bartender.

Impecunious...triple word score! In my case, rather on the nose. I was shockingly unprepared for how quickly my nest egg vanished after I flipped the retirement switch. Especially when a simple loaf of bread for example, containing any semblance of real nutrition, now is over $4.00. I'm being priced out of my own life...again. In 2010, I realized I could no longer afford to live in Los Angeles, no matter how many side hustles I juggled. My current situation was somewhat affordable when I first landed in this little AZ burg, but ten years later my rent & utilities alone have more than doubled.

Womp womp...(too soon?) History will undoubtedly have a field day dissecting Trump's rather low-brow autocratic time in office. I confess I tend to have faith in his evergreen predilection to poison everything he touches.

I don't believe I'm alone when it comes to knowing I'll probably leave debt behind me when I pass. There was a time not all that long ago when I could buy two weeks+ worth of groceries for $40. Now $40 worth barely lasts a week, no matter how artfully I stretch it.

Ka$h should know all of this lawfare will rightfully end very differently than he invisions. Malicious Prosecution is still frowned upon I believe, or is that something else we can no longer count on?

$20 says he lives alone.

I would like to see a law enacted that requires any AI generated content that appears online to have a declarative bug in the upper right corner of the screen that clearly identifies it as being computer generated, as some people inexplicably cannot tell the difference.

Demonstrably, "thinking" isn't Bozo's forte. He's more a reactionary creature. Why think for yourself, when there's a whole "conservative" disinfo industry out there providing him daily with all the easy answers? Perhaps one day he'll grok that his politics might be simply a never-ending search for rational/plausable excuses for selfishness.

I look forward to the day I no longer see his face, hear his voice or his ugly, obsessively-branded name spoken aloud in polite company ever again. You just gotta know it's only a matter of time before he starts sporting epaulettes. And maybe a jaunty little short-brimmed cap with a gaudy giant gold "T" over the brim. Would the requisite mustache be a bridge too far? Can he even grow one?

Re: #6...nope...zippy EV bikes are notorious Distracted Driver magnets around here. The kid down the block is on his 3rd one now, as the previous two wound up under a car folded like origami swans. No thanks.

As the thick patina of dust on the cover of my BBQ grill will attest, I haven't tasted steak since before Covid. Even the greying mutts marked down in the Cook-It-Now-Before-It-Goes-Bad aisle became priced waaay outside my increasingly-tortured monthly budget.

Shrimpy seems to be having a "moment." Perhaps a hot bubble bath and a Haldol would help. Don't forget the rubber ducks.

Re: #23...Yep! That's our President! Me'thinks it doesn't make the point you think it does. It must really suck to be a Trumper these days. Cheer up...the Mid-terms are just around the corner.

I've weighed the real possibility that gasoline may become too expensive to use my truck for anything other than my occasional trip to the VA hospital when the need arises. The closest supermarket is a 15-minute walk and the Walmart where I pay my utilities is 15-minutes in the other direction--neither of which will be all that comfortable in the winter, as it snows here. It also means no more fast food runs, movies, etc. Motorcycle? Hmmmm...

What exactly has he done to be honored this way? Plus, what traveler would find it comfortable or take pride in presenting a document to a foreign customs official with Trump's ever-smirking visage festooning it's cover. $20 says his image winds up larger than than the official government seal.

"Whew! Makes me glad I don't use Twitter." said the Ostrich, nervously looking for the nearest patch of sand. The first syllable of it's unctuous name was enough warning for me. I had no idea how liberating it was when I wisely got rid of that $%&! cell phone 10-ish years ago. It makes people device-addicted media zombies. Or worst...Influencers.

The Bronze Age called to thank everyone for still fatuously cleaving to it's barbarous old school tribalism. You'd think they'd have learned by now. Us as well, come to think of it.