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The Grade for Biden-Era Conservative News Outlets? ‘F’.

In the weeks since the Hundred Days were up, I’ve been checking in on the few remaining news sources who are supposed to be telling us the truth. Mostly, we’re talking Breitbart, Newsmax, OAN, and Rasmussen Polling. Here at InstaPunk Returns, we’ve been tweaking the nose of Rasmussen in particular, whose daily polling of presidential approval consistently gives Biden a 50+ approval rating, without ever telling us who exactly is being polled, how, and on what rotating or other basis to ensure that they aren’t just ‘Old Reliables’ who answer the phone. Other polling subjects seem to indicate profound displeasure in the electorate on a wide range of issues and policies being pursued by the Biden administration. But the Rasmussen site does nothing to explain the discrepancies between these issue-oriented polling results and the seeming presidential approval flatline. So that flatline’s a joke and we’ve treated it as such. OAN is just boring. A lame website format and no substance other tha...

Upcoming Events to Avoid Like the Plague

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  Date to not watch: November 18, 2021. Ironic, eh? What the doughboys dreamt of? Football is racially and sexually political. Some of  us don’t care to be lectured on cultural issues by a  bunch of brats who majored in “Rocks for Jocks.”  Fortunately, we still have the freedom to not watch the NFL the same way we not watch CNN & ESPN.

Behar is too stupid to bear any other name

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R-i-i-i-i-ght.

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I Was Young Once. When I was 19.

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Harvard degree, cum laude, and all that shite. So what happened? Hear that? It’s my wife, laughing. I decided to become a great writer. Best of all time. Did that. But then what…?

The Most Important Thing

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Well, there’s also this… And this… Why? She makes sense of it all somehow. How? I don’t know why. Do you?  

Buy Gold.

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So Ron Paul wants to save us. It goes on for hours. What it boils down to is this. Buy Gold.

Lifetime of Fighting, Loss of Everything.

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I thought I knew Tucker. St. George’s, Trinity College. Crazy white rich rich guy. Well, color me ##metoo. So. This is is the new normal.   

Anybody else see a fundamental disconnect here?

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  Right. What the Old Rasmussen Reliables have been saying all along. But can anyone explain the following story to me? As reported by Axios, which is hardly a right wing mouthpiece. I’m listening.

Sad Truths, including Disappointment

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  Me. Eyes downcast cause Selfie. I’m not dead.!!! I’ll show you the totally unretouched photo below. My wife asks, these days, why are you so depressed, so disappointed with life? She can’t resist a snipe: “Life hasn’t lived up to your expectations?”  “Au contraire,” I tell her. “Life has been glorious, beautiful, and meaningful from first to last. My disappointment is not with life. It’s with people. Who have been consistently, absolutely disappointing.

My wife CAN be wrong at times

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My wife has been all over me. Why do you want all these pictures of yourself? Are you that vain? No. I’m not. Reference the Orwell quote above. I’ve observed that lefties seem to melt as they age. These fellas are approximately my age. Yeah, seriously. Keillor, Moore, Letterman. M-E-L-T-I-N-G. All my life I’ve been told I look like a rock star. Not a fantasy but a fact of my life. So what face have the real rock stars earned? Grace Slick, Patti Smith, Stevie Tyler, Barbra Streisand. Why do I keep photo-ing myself? Because I am on the very precipice of 68 years old and I am still not dead or ugly. Well, he earned his face. Did I? Unretouched. Have I earned this face? Thinking I have. What have I earned? Ask my wife. She should know, when she’s not pissed off. Where I started from. What do you think?

How to maximize the utility of your fancy college degree...

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  So you bought yourself one of those elite quarter-million dollar liberal arts degrees sometime in the 21st century, right? And you’ve probably discovered you don’t know enough math to go to business school, not enough chemistry to go to medical school, and you don’t have enough money or credit to afford either. How do you get back on track from this sorry-ass state? Well, there is a way to reach out and make contact with what we might call the bigger picture, a clear-eyed vision of your place in the brave new world you’ve spent so much time day-dreaming about. It starts with an extremely WOKE art form called Borgami, which improves your focus through the intricate folding of pieces of paper. It’s easy to start. Try duplicating these beautiful folds on a plain sheet of paper. An Exemplar Looks easy enough, right? But if you need help, here’s a link to some overlong instructions and a few pics of process steps. The prototype reach out device for your own project. Now take your inc...