I expect to be irked early and often this month as the saltwater wedgie and fall weather move slowly in my direction. I can’t do anything about either, but I can do some vexatious venting about irksome things.
Let’s get irked.
I’m irked that I’m still having side effects from being triple jabbed. My arms are sore and I’m still a bit dizzy. But I’m not too dizzy to write.
I’m irked that the final season of Billions has an idiot plot. Billionaire asshole Mike Prince is running for president. Initially, I thought he’d run for the Democratic nomination BUT he’s running as an independent. Prince expects to win as does his inner circle and fiercest enemies. They are all wrong. As long as we have the electoral college, it’s impossible for an independent to win a presidential election.
They’ve made references to Ross Perot. He did well in the popular vote with 19% but didn’t carry a single state. He threw as much money at the campaign as the fictional hedge fund shitbird on Billions plans to.
The only independent candidate to even finish second was Teddy Roosevelt in 1912. But he was a popular former president, not a tall, bald rich shithead.
Billions may not be a realistic show BUT it usually makes sense. The fears of Prince’s enemies make no sense: He cannot win. It’s impossible.
Billions has nothing to do with Germany but that’s my favorite tune with impossible in the title. Roger, wilco, and out.
I’m irked by people who are clueless about California politics in the wake of Dianne Feinstein’s passing. How could deep blue California elect a moderate Democrat? Here’s how: it wasn’t deep blue when she first ran in a 1992 special election. Republican presidential candidates had carried the Golden State in all but one election between 1952 and 1988. Bill Clinton broke through in 1992 helping Feinstein win.
I’m irked the political MSM continues to treat Republicans as if they belonged to a normal party. Reporters on the legal scandal beat know who and what the Indicted Impeached Insult Comedian is. He’s a menace to the American democratic experiment but the political punditocracy like him because he’s a better story than that dull normie, Joe Biden.
It’s as if the World War II era MSM only supported America and Britain in that conflict because FDR and Churchill were colorful. Oy just oy.
I’m irked that I wasted three hours of my life watching the Saints lose yesterday. They were flatter than a man hole cover and twice as boring. Ugh, just ugh.
I’m irked with past malaka of the week and current Louisiana Democratic party chair Katie Bernhardt for opposing State Rep Mandie Landy in the upcoming election. One of the most progressive members of the lege, Landry became an independent out of disgust with the Gret Stet party. She returned to the Democratic fold not long thereafter. Like me, she’s a national Democrat, not a Louisiana Democrat.
Bernhardt’s candidate is Madison O’Malley who is at best a nominal Democrat. A friend of mine calls her Madison O’Malleable. Say no more.
That’s enough vexatious venting about irksome things. The last word goes to Elmore James followed by Fleetwood Mac and George Thorogood: