Evening Soup with Basement Joe, Vol II – Episode 91: Staffers, Vice Presidents, and Sunburst Soup
In today’s episode, Joe Buckstop has just returned from a trip when he’s asked some embarrassing questions about a certain running-mate and her staff…
Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
In today’s episode, Joe Buckstop has just returned from a trip when he’s asked some embarrassing questions about a certain running-mate and her staff…
“And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor.”
Political Satire: Having trouble surviving these times? You’re not alone. Join us in columnist John F. Di Leo’s exploration of an alternate universe, where we imagine the impossible: Joe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the …
By John F. Di Leo It is possible – not certain, but possible – that after this disastrous Presidential debate, the Democrats may get the old crook to withdraw from the race. I doubt it, but they might. And if that happens, and they go through the incredibly difficult process of coming to agreement on …
In today’s episode, Joe Buckstop is forced to confront the challenge of Democrat executive staffers who can’t seem to handle the heat these days.
In today’s episode, Joe Buckstop is confronted by the reality that his “infrastructure bill” wasn’t really intended to contain any actual infrastructure.
Joe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the events of the day as he prepares to receive his nightly meds…
Joe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the events of the day as he prepares to receive his nightly meds…
Of course we’re in recession. Jobs have dried up, wages aren’t keeping up with the cost of living, houses and cars have become unaffordable, and even fast food is now viewed as a luxury by most Americans.
Joe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the events of the day as he prepares to receive his nightly meds…
Joe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the events of the day as he prepares to receive his nightly meds…
Joe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the events of the day as he prepares to receive his nightly meds…
Joe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the events of the day as he prepares to receive his nightly meds…
oe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the events of the day as he prepares to receive his nightly meds…
Ronald Reagan replied with his trademark wit: “A Recession… is when your neighbor loses his job. A Depression… is when you lose yours. And Recovery… is when Jimmy Carter loses his!”
Political Satire: Having trouble surviving these times? You’re not alone. Join us in columnist John F. Di Leo’s exploration of an alternate universe, where we imagine the impossible: Joe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the …
Joe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the events of the day as he prepares to receive his nightly meds…
Joe Buckstop, an aging, corrupt old fool, somehow becomes president in his basement, and every night, an aide has to bring him his soup and discuss the events of the day as he prepares to receive his nightly meds…
An idealistic teenager, living in the 51st ward of a fictional city in middle America, volunteers at the local party headquarters, and learns a lesson or two about modern urban politics.
Has the Left ever been so excited? The Dow just touched 40,000! A new record!