I may think It’s A Wonderful Life is overrated but the greedy and avaricious Mr. Potter is a stellar villain. If he were real, not reel, and alive today he’d be a Trumper. But he wouldn’t be appointed to a high position because he was in a wheelchair and according to the Kaiser of Chaos “no one wants to see that.”

As a holiday dissident, I often find myself cranky at this time of year. You know what that means: Vexatious venting about irksome things.

I’m irked that there are still people who believe that issues decided the presidential election. Wrong. It was propaganda. The MAGA Maggots have been flooding the zone with shit and misinformation for 8 years. It paid off on November 5th.

Repeat after me: It’s the propaganda, stupid.

I’m irked that Joe Biden has become a punching bag in his final days as president. History will look more kindly on him than his contemporaries. Historians will marvel at how stupid people were in 2024. Joe deserves better, y’all.

I’m irked that Lara Trump wants to replace Marco Rubio in the Senate. Her father-in-law has reportedly asked Ron (The Louse) DeSantis to appoint her to the rest of Rubio’s term. The only thing I like about it is that it gives me a chance to recycle this joke from 2012: Goodbye Rubio Tuesday. I know it’s Thursday, sue me.

I’m irked that Senate GOPers are so damn passive aggressive. Many know how terrible and potentially dangerous Trump’s nominees are but they’re afraid to say so. That’s likely to increase now that Joni Ernst has been threatened with a primary challenge if she doesn’t support Pete Hegseth. How dare she display solidarity with women in the military?

I’m irked that the Ted Kaczynski AKA the Unabomber inspired United Healthcare shooter Luigi Mangione. He has praised Ted’s mad manifesto and called him a revolutionary. He was a Luddite murderer, not a prophet, you fucking moron.

I’m irked that Clarence Thomas got so pissy about criticism of his gun extremism by a lower court that he wrote an opinion for a case SCOTUS did not take. I am not making this up.

The only thing Clarence loves as much as his insurrectionist wife is his wackadoo reading of the Second Amendment.

Here’s something neither Clarence nor Sam the Sham Alito will ever say:

On a lighter note, I’m irked that the Farrelly brothers added so much schmaltz to the script of their new holiday flick, Dear Santa. It undermined a manically hilarious performance by Jack Black. They should have gone full Bad Santa and skipped the gratuitous corn. My grade is a harsh 2 1/2 stars. Stay tuned for another Christmas movie post on Sunday. Dear Santa didn’t make the cut.

I’m irked that the New Orleans Saints are so bad this season. Their 14-11 win over the New York Giants in Jersey was painful and dull to watch. It’s 3 hours I’ll never get back. So much for saying Who Dat or Bless You Boys. Here’s a video celebrating better days:

Finally, I’m irked that Meta threatened to throw me in Facebook jail for saying that Cassandra nailed it in her excellent United Health Care shooting post. They claimed it could incite violence. Say what? Nailing it is a good thing; inciting violence is not. Stupid fucking algorithm.

The last word goes to Todd Rundgren: