It’s Bastille Day: Vive la France and all that jazz.
The featured image comes from the 1935 film version of A Tale Of Two Cities. They tried to scare the Dickens out of audiences by showing the guillotine on which Ronald Colman as Sidney Carton was about to lose his head. I don’t know about you but the thought of losing my head makes me cranky. You know what that means. It’s time for vexatious venting about irksome things.
I’m irked that we’re still talking about the Epstein files after all these years. Unlike your basic MAGA maggot, I have never found this story interesting. It’s the tale of a wealthy pervert who played pimp for his degenerate friends. Pam Bondi came into office claiming that DOJ would publish the files, then changed her mind. I guess she didn’t want a ketchup bottle thrown at her if the Insult Comedian was implicated in Epstein’s malefactions.
I’m irked that the Kaiser of Chaos has nominated Emil Bove to the federal appellate bench. Bove was Trump’s personal lawyer, then his DOJ hatchet man. It’s bad form to appoint someone who thinks lying to judges is okay. Even worse: This could be the first step in appointing Bove to SCOTUS after Thomas or Alito retires. How irksome is that?
I’m irked that the AP published a story claiming that President Pennywise is a changed man after last year’s assassination attempt. One of their sources is Roger Stone of all people. Anyone who listens to that ratfucker should have their head examined.
Shorter Adrastos, what Rude Pundit said:
Trump went from being a total asshole to being a total asshole who thinks God wants him to be a total asshole, which makes him more of an asshole.
— The Rude Pundit (@rudepundit.bsky.social) 2025-07-13T12:22:30.788Z
Is the AP sucking up to Team MAGA so they can get their seat back in the White House press room? If so, it’s an asshole move:
I’m irked that we’re forced to listen to the weird wingnut weather shit spewed by Marge Greene and her ilk after the tragic Texas floods. I’m not the only one irked by this grotesque nonsense, so is one of my local weather peeps:
The stupidity, it burns. It’s time to stop fearing radar and learn to love it.
I’m irked that Cosplay Kristi screwed up Texas relief efforts by requiring that she approve all DHS spending over $100k. She used to be a small state governor so that seems like big bucks to her but in the context of the federal budget, it’s chump change. Nobody is a bigger chump than Cosplay Kristi.
I’m irked that every time I sign into MS Word, I have to disable Pilot, which is Microsoft’s AI thingamabob. I can write just fine without it. My unsolicited advice to Microsoft: Pay heed to the title of this song.
Finally, I’m irked that every Monday in 2025 has been a Blue Monday thanks to MAGA madness. At least it gives me an excuse to post two versions of the Antoine Domino-Dave Bartholomew classic. The last word goes to Fats Domino followed by George Benson:
