I’m still over the moon about the blue tsunami but I can always find something to be irked about. Some of this month’s irksome things come from my erstwhile allies. Oy, just oy.

The featured image is Warren Beatty in Bulworth.

Beatty also wrote and directed this political movie about a senator who goes bonkers during his reelection campaign. And Warren knew from campaigns: He was deeply involved in the 1972 McGovern campaign.

I reckon that if I expel my cranky thoughts, I can enjoy my victory buzz. You know what that means: It’s time for our monthly exercise in vexatious venting about irksome things

I’m irked that people to my left are victory drunk and trying to take sole credit for the blue tsunami. The Big Tent won the election.

In a few states candidates affiliated with the DSA won: Michigan and Maine. Credit black voters for Annie Andrews’ win in South Carolina, the sweep in Georgia and Scott Colom’s stirring win in Mississippi. Credit Latin voters for harpooning the white whale in Texas. It was coalition politics at its finest:

I’m irked that there’s a double standard on the left involving Hakeem Jeffries and Bernie Sanders. The former has been fried by the DSA types for saying something akin to this Bernie quote: “We cannot spend all of our time investigating Trump. We’ve got to stand up for working-class families, make a real difference in their lives.”

Nobody’s insisting that Bernie be stripped of his chairmanship for that comment; nor should they. I hate double standards.

I’m irked that I haven’t suggested this already: If you want new leadership in the House, register your complaint with the Black Caucus now led by my Congressman Troy Carter. I suspect they’ll have something to say about this mishigas started by chronically online white progressives.

I’m irked that a video with a Santa image was the only one on the YouTube with both parts of I’m Black and I’m Proud. Good gawd, y’all.

I’m NOT irked that Chuck Schumer may be ousted as senate Democratic leader. I’ve long had doubts that he was the right person for the job at this moment in time.

I’m irked that so many people freaked out over the appointment of Stephen Miller as White House chief of state. He was already Team MAGA’s bull goose loony, so this changes little. Getting owned by the Trump regime over Miller was foolish. Take a chill pill and relax, y’all. Whatever you do, don’t get super freaky:

Please don’t be irked by that freaky doubleheader: most people have never heard the bluegrass version of that funk song. It’s as bonkers as Bulworth:

I’m irked by the whole dueling Dana Whites mishigas. The kinda sorta appointment of UFC Dana White as press secretary was a sign of Trump’s cognitive decline, not a joke. You say demented; I say Dr. Demento. Let’s post his signature song:

I’m irked that some folks insist on referring to the late election wave as a Bluenami. It sounds like a Smurf or something equally cutesy and icky. I hate cutesy stuff, it’s not only icky, it’s irksome.

Just change thump to Trump in that title and you have an apt description of the Kaiser of Chaos.

I’m irked that Salon.com has been shut down. It was one of the first online political publications I read regularly. At the end it wasn’t as good as it was when David Talbot and Joan Walsh ran the show but they still had Amanda Marcotte and other talented writers. RIP, Salon.

The last word goes to Roy Orbison: