- Elves need to unionize. Without a doubt, they work in below standard conditions at both the North Pole and the Keebler tree.
- There is no Constitutional basis for Jim Jordan or Scott Perry to refuse to report to the House J6 Committee. By definition, executive privilege does not apply–as members of the Legislative branch, they are not covered–so their only objection could be self incrimination.
- It’s encouraging to see so many crappy lawsuits filed by the likes of Trump and Flynn getting thrown out. Also great to see J6 defendants getting sentenced to years in prison.
- For the sake of every public servant, I hope the mother and daughter election workers in Georgia being harassed by MAGAts in Georgia bankrupt OANN, Giuliani, Gateway Pundit and Trump. They did nothing wrong, and their being threatened because of those people needs to be avenged.
- Why would you go to someone’s yard for a milkshake?
- Jenny McCarthy is back, warning about vaccines. And we really should consider the opinion of a Playboy Playmate and MTV personality who voluntarily had 1½ pounds of silicone and dozens of injections of Botulinum toxin injected into her.
- No child is going to survey the pile of gifts they’ll get tomorrow and declare, “Joe Biden’s supply chain problems means I didn’t get my Stretch Armstrong!” That anxiety will all be created by MAGA parents, not the kids.
- WTF is in the water at The Villages in Florida? Whatever it is, they need to add something to cut down on the crime-ing.
- I have no idea what the purpose of the Talking Point USA conference is, other than to give critics a load of video to laugh at. A line up featuring James O’Keefe, Ted Cruz and Lauren Boebert is comedy gold.
- Stephen Miller is having a hard time finding supplies for his new spawn. Surely he’s got a mylar blanket laying around so his newborn gets a taste for what Father believes children need. That’s all a kid needs, right?
- Whoever coined the term “beauty mark” is a marketing genius. It’s a mole, fer cryin’ out loud.
- This is a tenuous time for my gift-giving skills. Christmas, Mrs. Jack’s birthday AND anniversary all this week. If you don’t hear from me, look for me enveloped in wrapping paper and placed out by the curb with the garbage.
- Each Christmas Eve, a male in our family helps Santa Claus out by calling our young relatives pretending to be St. Nick (with Santa’s permission, of course). Tonight, I called my 4-year-old great nephew and told him he was on the Good List, but he had to help his mom and dad clean up, and he had to go to bed early. Ten minutes after the call, my niece texted me to say he’s picked up his toys; put out cookies and milk for Santa, and carrots and water for the reindeer; and he’s pestering her for a bath so he could go to bed early–the same reaction I had to the calls my Uncle Fran made more than half a century ago. Some traditions never fade, and neither do the memories.
- Candy canes are the quintessential Christmas candy. I was more a fan of peppermint bark. Others that bring on the flavors of the season: the foil-covered chocolate Santas, ginger cookies and chocolate covered pretzels (which for some reason I rarely eat during the rest of the year). I believe I have the same supply of candy canes that I had 20 years ago. But in all honesty, any homemade treat is good because of the effort that went into it.
- From Mrs. Jack, Doggo and me, we wish you and yours a very Merry Christmas.
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