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    So, I was looking at the… the "news" today. I use that term loosely. It's not really news anymore, is it? It's the daily disaster report. It’s the box score for the home team, Team Fucked. And folks, let me tell you, Team Fucked is on a winning streak.     Let's start with the big leagues. The international pissing contest. In Kyiv, Russia is lobbing missiles into apartment buildings again. Nineteen dead, four of them kids. They call this "the vendetta of Moscow." Oh, what a fancy name for blowing up children. It's not a vendetta, it's a temper tantrum with a budget. And what's our response? More meetings. More sanctions. We're gonna sanction them so hard, Putin might have to switch to a slightly less expensive brand of caviar before he signs the next order to turn a Ukrainian shopping mall into a crater.     Meanwhile, in the other sandbox, Israel is getting ready for a big party in Gaza City. They're telling everyone to leave. T...

    What a week. What a day. What a… whatever the hell this is. I read the news this morning and I think my brain is trying to reboot in safe mode.     You see the President? Trump’s been busy. It’s like he’s got a bingo card of global chaos and he’s trying to hit blackout. On Friday, he orders two nuclear submarines to be repositioned because he got into a slap-fight on social media with a guy who used to be the president of Russia. A former president! That’s the geopolitical equivalent of getting into a fight with the guy who used to manage the Blockbuster video. "Move the USS Nebraska. Dmitri Medvedev used a mean emoji. I want him to know we're serious." What's next? Sending a carrier group to the North Sea because some guy on Reddit said the F-35 has "mid-tier handling"?     And in the middle of all this, what's his big domestic project? Building an 8,000-square-foot, kitschy ballroom at the White House. Because when the world is teetering on the bri...

   Alright, folks, settle in, try to get comfortable, though I don’t know why you’d bother. It’s another week in the grand American experiment, May 2025, and the hits just keep on comin’. It’s like a septic tank backing up into a fan factory, and they’re telling you it’s just an “aromatic redistribution event.”    You look at the news – or what they call news, this pre-chewed, officially-sanctioned pabulum they feed you – and what do you see? Well, let’s talk about our favorite recurring character, shall we? The man, the myth, the walking, talking, ego-fueled headline generator: Donald J. Trump. Still out there, still makin’ waves, still convincing a whole lotta people that the water he’s pissin’ in is actually a delightful champagne.    So, this week’s chapter in the never-ending saga: the man gets a jet. A G-I-F-T-E-D jet! From Qatar, no less. The Qatari Prime Minister, bless his oil-soaked heart, says it’s all just a “very simple government to government...