The Friday Follies, Indian Summer Edition

You know, that age-old phenomenon of a sudden resurgence of hot weather after school starts…

Yes, it’s been a hot week at home and abroad. Something(s) incendiary but instructive every single day. Not so unusual really. When you take the long view, every week brings us stuff that is hot and scary but also dumb as a Jimmy Kimmel joke. You know what I mean. You got to take time out to just laugh at some things. Like this past week. As bad as a lot of the news was, the silly still bubbles to the surface like a rueful chuckle.

Our humor highlights this week come from reliable topics like religion, politics, race, money, and hats. That’s a combination that’s hard to beat. Most of the references are derived from FB posts, but reconfigured as convenient to be less informative than funny here. The weekend’s upon us. Who needs informative?

Saturday, Sept 27

Bill Maher had an up and down week. He’s still torn between the divided religious household he grew up in and the secular solipsism he has been told is liberalism. It catches him by the toe from time to time. I had to post him twice in one day at FB.in the morning I lauded him for being the only commentator to call out the slaughter of 100,000 Christians in Nigeria. In the afternoon I criticized him just as thoroughly: “ As I said, I criticize when I find fault… as I do here. Atheism is a fatal character flaw if it isn’t outgrown in maturity…” But he’s a comedian, so there are times when both his hoist and his petard are good for a laugh.


The more sensational story of the day was Kisa Cook’s ongoing battle to keep her comfy chair on the Federal Reserve Board. No one in her circle can imagine why suspicions of bad faith in her personal financial dealing would reflect on her decisions with the nation’s money supply. She’s all got up to be the DEI Martyr of Wall Street, stigmata and all. And if she gets fired, she’ll lower her head and hurl Chaos and Disruption at the whole economy. That’s what we call chutzpah.



Sunday, Sept 28

Tina Kotek is the Governor of Oregon. I’d never heard of me till she stuck her head up tomput the President in his place. I posted about it:

“AutoCorrect better not get cute on this one. The Governor of Oregon is named Tina Kotek. With a ‘k’. (I’ll be back to check after posting to make sure of no funny business from Meta AI.) She doesn’t think Portland needs any help with crime. Oregon crime is fine just the way it is.
She must know. She has a couple of degrees in religion and even went to Georgetown for a while before moving to the serial killer epicenter of the nation, where men are men and women are something else. I mean, who would know better than a fugitive from DC what’s called for right now, especially in dealing in with all those confused, hungry and horny new neighbors from points south. She even has a song about it (see Comment 1 below).
When you get right down to it, it’s about keeping the peace, isn’t it? Why the Oregon ideal is maximizing the Pax Kotek before Trump comes charging in with his usual bull in a China shop routine. Are we clear?
Good.”

I also found a brief video she’d made:

Whatever. Is you know why they picked her as governor, keep it to yourself.

Monday, Sept 29

Were we talking about race earlier? Here’s an odd one. don Lemon, the ex-CNN host, suddenly finds that he has some special expertise about white men he wants to share or confess or whatever this is.


I was confused enough that I had to write about what he said:

If he thinks black people are going to like him more because he says things like this, he’s sorely mistaken. It’s called a distinction without a difference. Everybody knows by now that ALL men are dumb and lazy and believe violence is the answer. Ask anybody in the superior sexes (i.e., all but one of them and you know which one we’re talking about…) It really is getting to be time to pass some laws about that. We could call them the “Joe Blow laws” and finally get some of this riff-riff under control. Everybody would vote for them. Everybody who wasn’t drunk or in jail. Wink wink. Do you comprehend what I am saying, dude?”

Then I discovered something that was funny: Unfortunately, Don wound up proving his own point in an open mic gaffe when a production staffer muttered some aside the host didn’t find amusing. The air turned suddenly bluer than usual (NSFW) and the staffer fled the set:


White cursing is the very worst kind there is. Unoriginal and lacking in rhythm.


Tuesday, Sept 30

Told you there’s be hats.

Trump put a sombrero on Jeffies, who thought it was racist. So when he and O’Donnell had a hissy 
fit about it on MSNBC, we upped the ante and LGBTQ’ed them both. Kind of a cherry on top.

Despite all the evidence provided by dolts of the MSNBC persuasion that lefties have no sense of humor, sometimes you’re left scratching your head about What other explanation there could be for the tone deaf stunts they pull. Like the NFL flipping the bird to its own fans by inviting a sexually ambiguous, Trump-hating Canadian rapper to perform this year’s Super Bowl halftime show. He even likes dressing up as Satan. Could you find anybody less likely to appeal to rank and file football fans? But, apparently, it’s not a joke. Just a tremendously over privileged set of owners mooning themselves on national TV.

We’re laughing. You? ICE will be there. Should be fun.


Wednesday, Oct 1

With everything else that was going in the real world, the Pope seized the opportunity to launch his own Vatican 3 initiative in the Antarctic, where church attendance has been dismal because of the disappearing ice. So he decreed, infallibly one presumes, that ice is every bit as important as unwanted babies, or words to that effect, and blessed a melting block of ice to show how much he cares about the dangers of climate change, the CC that worries him much more than the CCP pogroms against Chinese Christians. Because you have to have your priorities, and God really needs to get off his ass and fix the temperature situation without any more delay. In a related bit of papal bull, “Ice Ice Leo” also demonstrated his solidarity with the immigrants who are getting frozen out of the American Dream a new Cardinal of Antarctica with his own rent-free abbey (shown), a man from the Land of Mary, His Eminence Kilmar Abrego Garcia.

If you wanted one spectacular gesture designed to kill the hopes of everyone who 
had 
their fingers crossed that we had a Catholic Pope again, this would be it. Ho ho.


Thursday, Oct 2

Always quick to pick up on a cue from the institutional tyrants for whom they write the narratives, Politburico Magazine chose a hot, young, new White House Correspondent carefully educated in the sacraments of the left at Northwestern Communist University’s School of Journolism [sic] in Illinois. She’s got a cute face and a nice rack too, which is probably intended to fool the President into calling on her for Gotcha! questions at his press conferences. Might work. Once.

You know the Pope will like her. He’ll really really like her.

Only the day before, the Pope had cast his infallible vote for man-made Global Warning (whatever Al Gore is calling it now), and first thing Thursday morning we learn that the scientific godfather of hysterical climate alarmism is finally retiring from his professoriat at the University of Pennsylvania. Bad choice of dates. Those who keep track of the most dishonest purveyors of so-called science had been keeping track of Michael E. Manns very long series of very wrong predictions of disastrous climate milestones. The list is hilarious. Even the dirt old men who like Greta Thunderberg will have to admit that. She’s not cute anymore anyway.


What’s the old M.O. of the richest pirates? “By hook or by crook.” 
But in a pinch a hockey stick will work just as well.


Friday, Oct 3

Okay. Maybe this one’s not so funny. It is of a piece, though, with the new Pope making an ass of himself on a matter of fake science that collaterally betrays his responsibilities to doctrine. This somewhat lesser act of self-immolation by a once powerful religious denomination is kind of like a sidekick jester dancing to her star partner’s tune. Now the Church of England has a Bishoprick up its own nether end. And nobody cares. The punchline nobody laughed at because nobody was there to hear it.


When all the prestigious institutions are empty shells of themselves, where do you go. To the one that still looks a little like itself because it always consisted of empty shells filled with the words and stagecraft of the ones you never see. The creative ones are in short supply now, but celebrity faces are still there, beaming at us FP from behind their surgically maintained masks. Oh what a relief it is to have Hanoi Jane back again, almost as anti-American as she was in her heyday. Enjoy.


What does this add up to? Same as it always does. A lot of skirts flouncing around the stage in a production without a plot to speak of. You know. Follies.






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