January is the most irksome month as Team MAGA spirals out of control. Many of us worried that as their agenda grew more unpopular, their conduct would become more extreme. We’ve arrived at that moment as Trump and Vance fan the flames of fear and hatred. How will it end? Not well, but, hopefully for them not the country.
That was quite a preamble. It leads to this monthly statement: It’s time for vexatious venting about irksome things.
I’m irked that the word conservative is still applied to the Trumpified GOP. Words are powerful. That one provides cover for Team Trump’s worst instincts. Conservatives are pro-law and order, right? That means the Minneapolis Ice-hole used justifiable force. He, of course, did not but we went through that looking glass long ago.
Repeat after me: Don’t Call Them Conservatives.
I’m irked that the American dictator wannabe is citing freedom as a reason to bomb Iran. It’s another way for the Kaiser of Chaos to be the center of attention. Iran has more oil than Venezuela, is that why he’s suddenly pro-freedom?
I’m irked that some coward at the Smithsonian removed mention of impeachment from the Trump painting’s plaque at the National Portrait Gallery. Holy Stalinist rewriting of history, Batman.
I’m irked that so much of this post is about an Insult Comedian with a dead nutria pelt atop his head. Presidents are always the center of attention, but this one craves the spotlight more than all his predecessors combined. We may have to start calling him this:
I’m irked that I have to spend even a nano-second of my time thinking about JD Vance. He’s the asshole troll veep to an asshole troll president. Vance’s job is to troll on behalf of right-wing extremists. He’s among those who have opened the door for neo-Nazis, Christian nationalists, and other wingnuts to wade in the mainstream.
These people don’t like your brown wife and children, dude. Don’t you even care?
I’m irked that the WaPo published an editorial accusing Jack Smith of being anti-free speech. Incitement of a riot is NOT protected speech. Apparently, it is as far as Jeff Bezos is concerned. The billionaire class malakatude, it burns. It makes me want to read them the:
I’m irked that LSU got played for fools by Lane Kiffin. They agreed to honor the clauses in his Ole Miss contract that paid bonuses for post-season wins by the team he dumped. LSU gave Kiffin a huge raise and unlimited power, but he still had to squeeze every penny out of them. What happened to The Clownfish’s loathing of buy-out clauses and the like? I guess he has Greenland, not Louisiana on his mind.
Finally, I’m irked that Bob Weir has died at the age of 78. I was always more of a Jerry and Phil guy, but Bobby was an integral part of the Dead’s success as well as the best damn rhythm guitarist in rock music.
Since this is an irksome things post, the last word goes to one of Weir’s crankier songs:
