InstaPunk Returns

Ellis Henican You may have seen him on TV. He’s been on a lot of the cable news networks as a pundit-slash-analyst. He’s a reliable, crafty voice for the left on short notice, on almost any subject. He makes his point like most lawyers do, by attacking your argument with the intent of taking it down to components easily smashed with dismissal and ridicule. Most times, your own argument doesn’t have to be made at all, however threadbare the talking points are. That’s how Anthony Weiner built his whole political career while it lasted. Ellis Henican isn’t a lawyer though. He’s not really a politician either. He’s a professional Jack-of-all-trades in the news/media establishment centered principally in New York, though excursions and field trips elsewhere are permitted, of course. His box bio at Wiki describes him as a “ Columnist, author, talk radio, entertainer, voice actor, television, political analyst.” Under Notable Works he lists one book, titled “Home Team,” (a ghosted autobiograp...

[please send me a hard copy photo print of any of these. I don’t even have a color printer…] First page of the Vennich Manuscript I told you some weeks back that I had been working on a Big Thing, bigger than everything I’d ever done. I have laid all the groundwork. I know the architecture. I have placeholders in position, and text and graphics squirreled away to expand on later, preparing for the massive effort required to turn the architecture into a breakthrough work of fiction that threatens the reality each one of us clings to. But I have run out of time. The simplest math of time is against me. I cannot, could not, possibly complete what I have envisioned, and the realities of tech economics are against me. Even if I were so lucky as to create a potent fraction of my intention, I have gambled on the Internet to provide my longevity, and the Internet is a hungry greedy thing I can’t pay for long enough. Eventually, all will be swallowed and consigned to impenetrable oblivion. What...

FBI HQ, the Reichstag, and the East German Stasi HQ. Just setting the scene for a few principal characters. All graphics were created months ago. The context now is viler than before. DOJ FBI Vice President? RINO Minjority Leader Bill Barr

Everyone called him Hiney. He died alone in a  hospital with an amputated leg. I was the only  one who sent flowers. Sad end for a big man. People say a lot of things. So do I. This time I’m saying things I’ve been through you never did. You just start and go. That simple. Takes well over an hour. Folksy and chatty and colloquial enough for you? Better be. I’ve got lots more.

I was so naive. He was 3 generations of Harvard,  a crew jock,  movie star looks, and I really thought he might be President. This is a post made of three comments to a FB friend who lives in Manhattan. The world is going to hell and he’s posting pictures cribbed from someone calling himself ‘Iconic Cool.’ You know. Audrey Hepburn, Grace Kelly, and the classy babes they see every day uptown.  So I’d had enough and made a Jersey boy jackass of myself on his page. You wanna see it?  Sure you do. ********** I hung up on my 3-yr Harvard roommate, my best man, after years of no contact. We were getting back in touch, he was recounting the humiliation of being escorted from the building with his belongings in a cardboard box, out of a bank of which he had been an executive vice president. He had been a classic golden boy Harvard legacy (father, grandfather Harvard), less than 600 SATs, Middlesex School, and I got him through Harvard. After he failed all his first midterms ...

  You can’t ever know what it was like to be MeOne. Look at me. Candid shot. Snapshot. Who has ever looked more beautiful? You think Jagger was sexy? Yeah. He was. But I was uniquely so. Who are you looking at in the pics above? Right. Me. I was truly extraordinary to behold. To be so gorgeous, so beautiful, and so smart to boot, I fought hard to preserve my virginity. Truth. What do you think happens? I have never had any small talk to lure women. I just sat there. The one who got me first just insisted. “Put your hand in my pants,” she said. “I can’t stand it any longer.” So I did. You have to understand. I loved her. The drugs finally, slowly, took her away. We were living in West Philly. She was enrolled at Penn. She was doing crank with a disreputable boyfriend. You know. I’m a Harvard pussy. Blustered him away. He pretended he could ride a bike. He crashed my Honda at the curb. Then he went away.  But, there’s always a ‘but’ isn’t there? My parents didn’t like her. Did I...

Standard issue aging pop tart with an S&M streak.. Back in the News for this Time Magazine VIP. You don’t know her? C’mon dudes. She’s, you know, the hot topic of a decade or so ago. Even has  her own Wiki page: Always been a leader on women’s issues and other progressive causes. Remember her from this brave stance she made on the Supreme Court’s Roe decision, part of the vanguard of a new movement that got a bunch of pregnancy clinics burned down? Kewl. Why, I guess, we’re supposed to trust her on transgender issues because the poor dears who don’t have real breasts and vaginas have every right to kill people, only we shouldn’t make it so easy for them to get guns.  What is life like if you have no formal education of any kind but do possess real breasts and a vagina? Like this apparently… Trash is always trash when all is said and done.

  I don’t have a toop. But I do have a Jersey soul. Letter to Bruce, I’d like us to be friends, but that won’t happen. Nothing happens quite like it’s supposed to. This time it could have, but we’re both Jersey boys, hardasses with no recourse or remorse. We have a lot in common and a lot in conflict. Illustration. First heard your spectacular explosion on the scene with the simultaneous covers on Time and Newsweek. Cool. Jersey boy makes good. I was head down at the time at the Cornell Graduate School of Business. Went to sleep and woke up to “Born to Run.” Every day. Loved it. I didn’t finish business school. I became a successful international management consultant instead. Not bragging. I was always a Jersey motorhead. Wrote two books about punk writers in Philadelphia, on South Street, one of which sold nearly a hundred thousand copies. There’s a character in there called Johnny Dodge. Only recently realized the model for him might have been you. Cosmetically, he was Billy Ido...

  They’re not responsible. Get it through your effing heads. You don’t have to like it, but it’s here. Just like him but wrinklier and not shotgunned to death yet . At some level, you can regard it as comedic. These people are, seemingly to us, old and on their last legs, but can a woke world afford to ignore them? No. That’s not how they see it. They have demands. Which proves they must be listened to like every other kind of victim on earth. Demands 1. Alzheimers is not a disease, it’s a lifestyle choice. Returning to even your earliest youth is the existential right of every living person. No one not a member of the Trans-Generation Movement can understand or judge the values of people who have identified as pre-conscious claimants on the benefits of a society built by middle-agers who have forgotten about model trains, Barbie outfits, smelling your parents’ dope through the vents, sex before you have pubic hair, and all the other delights of youth in America. We insist that in...

We all know how skillfully the media protect their images and résumés. But what is their real lineage exactly? When people look around for potential ancestors of the Biden-Harris administration, they try to cobble together approximations of past figures and situations that still command historical Democrat affection. The Democrats are the only ones who nominate women to the two top offices. (They forget about Sarah Palin whose words were not salad but the only bright spot of the dismal dive of a campaign McCain ran.) they ran Geraldine Ferraro with Walter Mondull, and they lost 49 states out of 50. Their next attempt was a linebreaking exercise, jumping from VP to Presidential nomination for Hillary Clinton after one carpetbagger term in the Senate and 8 years of fronting Easter Egg rolls and Christmas Tours at the White House. When she lost the nomination the first time it was to another Democrat innovation, a biracial maybe graduate of Columbia and Harvard Law with conveniently missi...