If it’s Tuesday, it must be the seventeenth installment in the recurring series inspired by the 1991 Duke-Edwards Gret Stet governor’s race.

A reminder of the unofficial slogan of the race from hell:

In 2024, we’re flipping that on its head and voting AGAINST the crook. It’s even more important.

The latest reason to vote against the crook is his incessantly inane whining. I have a friend who calls people who do nothing but complain whiny titty babies. Sound familiar?

My late mother, who was the best home cook I ever knew, used a food analogy to describe whiny people, the Greek cookie Kourabiedes. Here’s a plateful:

Kourabiedes are kin to shortbread only more crumbly and almondy. The powdered sugar makes them messy to eat. They’re also tasty.

Mom hated whiny complainers almost as much as she loved dogs. Anytime I shifted into grievance mode with her she’d call me a Kourabiedes. It usually worked because it was an insult wrapped in a compliment. I dig cookies and Kourabiedes remain one of my favorites. I wasn’t, however, fond of being called one because it implied weakness and messiness.

Back to the Kaiser of Chaos. He is definitely NOT delicious but he’s crumbly and messy. His sense of grievance has long been at the core of his political identity. It’s always mystified me why anyone finds that appealing, not appalling. Besides, this mook has nothing to whine about. He was born on third base but acts like he hit a triple. Who said it first? That’s in dispute, but like Kourabiedes it’s a classic.

The featured image is of the Insult Comedian at a 2016 rally at which some babies started crying. Their mother was a Trumper, which led to Trump holding them. The crying increased. I don’t know about you, but I’d weep and wail if someone handed me to an Insult Comedian with a dead nutria pelt atop their head.

After returning the babies to their Trumpy mama, he took the stage and began to speak. The baby crying continued as Trump spoke. Initially he pretended to not mind but eventually said, “Get the baby out of here.”

That would have been a perfect anti-Trump slogan for 2020 when he ran as the incumbent:

I’ve embellished that story to make a point. Let’s just say it’s based on a true story as they say in the movies.

The shadow of this whiny titty baby of a Kourabiedes has hung over the country for eight years. It’s time to turn the page and vote against the crook. We don’t want the Queens Kourabiedes messing up the country again.

I have a suggestion for a new walk on song for the Queens Kourabiedes. The last word goes to Cleo Brown: