It’s May Day so our irksome featured image stars one of the crankiest figures in world history: Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov DBA Lenin. He’s even crankier in death after all the statue toppling since the fall of the Soviet Union:
It’s hard being an iconoclast turned toppled icon. Does that make Lenin the top or the toppled? Discuss amongst yourselves.
Enough with the preliminary palaver, it’s time for your monthly dose of vexatious venting about irksome things.
I’m irked that I saw an ahistorical and downright stupid exchange between two neo-Marxists whose skeets are omitted to protect the guilty. They seem to think that Trump 2.0 will spell the end of predatory capitalism and bring on a Marxist golden age.
Say what? The Marxist track record isn’t good, past dictatorships of the proletariat were just that: dictatorships. Only a schmuck too young to have lived through the Cold War could be nostalgic for the Soviet Union and the Warsaw Pact. The malakatude, it burns.
I’m irked that useless idiots like Bill Maher are surprised that the Insult Comedian is charming in person. He’s a con artist for fuck’s sake: Charm is part of the package. Schmuck.
My colleague in crankiness Larry David nailed Maher to the wall in a NYT op-ed, My Dinner With Adolf.
How fucking charming is that?
I’m irked that people think the Kaiser of Chaos never caves. He does so all the time, he just never admits to caving. It’s what bullies do: they’re weaklings who pretend to be tough guys.
I’m irked that anyone thinks this shit is normal:
at his rally in Michigan, Trump plays a propaganda video of prisoners having their heads shaved at the Gulag in El Salvador to big cheers from the crowd and "U-S-A!" chants
I’m irked that people haven’t noticed the S&M nature of Trump’s relationship with his cult members. He’s the head sadist and the MAGA maggots are masochists who become sadists when owning the libs. The malakatude, it burns.
I’m irked that many have forgotten that the Kaiser of Chaos claimed he could settle the Russia-Ukraine war on his first day in office. We’re at Day 102 and the only plan Team MAGA has is for Ukraine to surrender:
I’m irked that anyone has fallen for the MAGA lie that the attack on higher education is an attack on anti-Semitism. It’s all about dominance and power. I remain defiant:
I’m irked by the Shedeur Sanders draft schadenfreude. He’s not as good a QB prospect as he or his daddy thinks he is, which makes him perfect for the Cleveland Browns.
The Sanders draft slide has even drawn the attention of President Pennywise who is irked that the spotlight is on someone else. He should be glad given the way his approval ratings are in free fall.
Finally, some local irksomeness. I’m irked that the New Orleans media insist on calling the Bonnet Carre Spillway, Bonnie Carry. It’s French, y’all. If you think that’s an okay pronunciation you should call the Vieux Carre, the Vex Carry. Oy just oy.
The last word is a two-fer that applies to both the Sanders slide and the Spillway story. It goes to Kansas, the band, not the state.
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