March is the snottiest month, literally, not figuratively. My oak pollen allergy is so bad that I’d consider drinking Dr. Jekyll’s potion if Mr. Hyde wasn’t allergic to pollen. Hence the Fredric March featured image. He rarely played snotty characters, but when he did, he was excellent. He’s my favorite March by far. I much prefer him to the march of time…

I’m stoked up on allergy meds including Benadryl which makes me sleepy and cranky. You know what that means: Vexatious venting about irksome things.

I’m irked that some people still don’t think the Kaiser of Chaos is an idiot. The evidence of his stupidity is overwhelming, yet some believe he’s playing 3-dimensional chess instead of 5-dimensional dumbassery.

I’m irked that Trump always sides with Russian dictator, Vladimir Putin. The Iran War should have put the kibosh on Trump’s bromance with Putin: The Russians are helping Iran aim missiles at American forces.

Shorter Adrastos: They’re killing Americans.

Any other POTUS would look askance at this, not President Pennywise. How irksome is that?

This segment has given me The Missile Blues:

I’m irked that many American men including the Insult Comedian think apologizing is a sign of weakness. It’s a sign of strength but it takes empathy to admit error, a quality Trump will never have.

As the saying goes, what doesn’t kill you makes you:

I’m irked by reports of Persian exiles jockeying for position if Trump and Netanyahu force regime change in Iran. They should remember the fate of Ahmad Chalabi who was Team W’s choice to replace Saddam Hussein. It didn’t work out for Chalabi, so why should it for Shah wannabe Reza Pahlavi?

I’m irked that Kash Patel has decimated the FBI’s counterterrorism capacity. Iran is known for sponsoring terrorists, so such expertise could come in handy. MAGA hates experts including people who speak Farsi, the language of the Persian people. Change the last two letters of Farsi and you’re left with farce. The face of that farce is Kash Patel who I call the Wizard of Odd.

Enough with the Iran War chatter, let’s visit Chile.

I’m irked that the new Chilean president is a fan of the late, unlamented dictator Augusto Pinochet. Not only that but Jose Antonio Kast is the son of a German emigree to Chile. You say emigree, I say Nazi. Let’s call the whole thing off.

Let’s sail around Cape Horn from Chile and head towards the USA.

I’m irked that Montana Senator Steve Daines pulled a fast one on Montana voters. He withdrew as a reelection candidate at the last possible second to clear the way for fellow GOPer Kurt Alme. Does that qualify as alms for Alme? Discuss amongst yourselves.

Is Danes retiring to become a dental floss tycoon? Beats the hell outta me but it’s an excuse to post this variation on my favorite Zappa song:

I’m irked that New Orleans had another boil water advisory this week. Our dishwasher was once again Katina full. I consulted with Joni Mitchell on how to handle it and all she had for me was this song:

Finally, I’m irked by how bad my allergies are this year. The pollen always seems more plentiful after a cold winter. Achoo.

The last word goes to The Kinks: