These are irksome times. The Minnesota siege continues and the Insult Comedian keeps firing off threats in the wee hours. Doesn’t he ever sleep? It’s not a guilty conscience that causes his insomnia: His mind is a conscience free zone. John Lennon wrote this song about Macca, but it applies to Mad King Donald:

My sporadic insomnia is caused by having a petulant man baby as POTUS. The correct response to his late night rantings is mockery, which is where this post comes in. It’s time for some vexatious venting about irksome things.

I’m irked that the so called unredacted Epstein files shown to members of Congress are redacted. As far as the MAGA DOJ is concerned transparency is optional and lying is mandatory.

I’m irked that Molly Jong Fast came up with a zinger about Jeffrey Epstein’s concierge service before I did.  No favor was too small if the recipient was rich and powerful enough to trade emails with the illiterate degenerate.

I’m irked that the Kaiser of Chaos plans to gut the Kennedy Center because nobody wants to play there anymore. The list of refuseniks is so long that there’s a Wikipedia page documenting their rejections. Well played, y’all.

I’m irked that Trump’s emptiest threats are responded to with outrage instead of mockery. I know I’m repeating myself, but mockery remains the best medicine. The Insult Comedian can dish it out, but he can’t take it.

I’m irked that wingnut podcaster Dan Bongino thought that being deputy FBI director was a comedown: “I gave up so much.” That’s the whine of someone who spends way too much time on the internet.

I’m irked but not surprised that the Minnesota drawdown promised by Tom Homan was a chimera. They seem to have removed mostly Border Patrol units. The forecast remains ICY. Will the fake drawdown lead to a Showdown?

I’m irked that New York Mayor Zohran Mamdani’s most crazed critics are blaming him for bad winter weather. I am not making this up.

Finally, I’m irked that the Krewe of Chad has taken over my parade watching corner. The Chads are the people who bring all their worldly possessions to the parade route and whine when they’re asked to remove their shit. They’re so vexatious that they inspired an entire irksome things post in 2023.

The last word goes to Zachary Richard: