It’s the second day of hurricane season hence the Key Largo featured image. I’m not sure if the expressions on Robinson, Bogart, Barrymore, and Bacall’s faces qualify as irked but they’re none too happy. Are they watching Claire Trevor embarrass herself? A distinct possibility.

The onset of hurricane season makes me tetchy, you know what that means: Vexatious venting about irksome things.

I’m irked that the media is buying Team Trump’s lies about the alleged departure of Elon Musk. He claims that he’s through with politics. It’s another scam calculated to boost Musk’s reputation and save Tesla from its financial woes. That could be an impossible task after the NYT’s Junkie Elon piece.

One of Musk’s drugs of choice is ketamine, which is what Dexter uses to knock out his victims. That fictional serial killer is more sympathetic that the baby starving, chainsaw wielding asshole I call Chancellor Musk.

I’m irked that Bobby Junior is trying to discourage people from getting the next round of COVID vaccinations. MAHA is clearly a misnomer. It should be Make America Sick Again or MASA. Apologies to everyone who digs masa harina. Mmm, tamales.

Ignore Bobby Junior, listen to Pat Benatar instead.

I’m irked that so-called moderate GOP Senator Joni Ernst said this about Medicaid cuts: “We all are going to die.”

One person who digs the Ernst gaffe is Democratic challenger Nathan Sage who is ahead in the most recent poll of Iowa voters. I’m not much on polls but I’m rooting for a sage campaign from Sage that results in Ernst’s political death. She can burn some sage on her way out of town or some such shit.

I’m irked that Dirty Hands Hegseth’s loose lips may provoke China to attack Taiwan. This administration is trying a new and untenable posture: Bellicose isolationism. The incompetence, it burns.

Repeat after me: Loose lips sink ships.

I’m irked that I’m obliged to link to Axios and its report on the cheating epidemic caused by artificial intelligence. Ain’t nothing artificial about the collapse of American ethical standards. How else can you explain the election of an Insult Comedian with a dead nutria pelt atop his head who is a convicted felon who fomented a coup to stay in power? The stupidity, it burns.

AI can go fuck itself if such a thing is possible. Let’s consult with ELP’s super computer to learn if some brain salad surgery is required.

I’m irked that Gret Stet Attorney General Liz Murrill is taking of advantage of the chaos caused by the mass jailbreak to meddle in New Orleans’ affairs. The local news media is acting as if Murrill has jurisdiction in criminal cases. She does not. But like The Clownfish, she hates New Orleans enough to attack our ability to govern ourselves. It’s called butting in.

Jeff Landry’s mini-me should butt out. She did, however,  pose a pertinent question on Musk’s hell site: Where is the Mayor? Mayor Cantrell used to be the mouthiest person in town, but she stopped talking when the feds started investigating. Like C Ray Nagin before her, she’s lost interest in the job. That makes Mitch Landrieu look good: he never stopped being a productive asshole.

Finally, I’m irked that my friend Michael Homan is longer with us. The anniversary/first day of hurricane season party thrown by Mike and his wife Therese was an annual highlight. June 1st just isn’t the same.

The last word goes to Neil Young: