Who’s the Dumbest – Hunter, Kamala, … or Me?
News about Hunter Biden triggered a Saturday morning domestic debate in the Green household: Who was the most unfit person giving Gropey Joe policy advice – the First Stoner Son, or our first DEI VP?
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News about Hunter Biden triggered a Saturday morning domestic debate in the Green household: Who was the most unfit person giving Gropey Joe policy advice – the First Stoner Son, or our first DEI VP?
Now that he isn’t passing maximum sentences on January 6 selfie photographers any longer, Obama Judge Jeb Boasberg has some spare time on his hands. Rather than take his wife Elizabeth (who may actually be a woman) on an ocean cruise, he decided to dabble in Article II of the Constitution – the part where the President is charged with enforcing laws … such as those for immigration.
Well, folks, it finally happened. Some mad scientist in his garage just cracked the code, and now lightsabers are real. You heard that right—Jedi-level plasma blades, humming and slicing through anything in their path, are now a reality.
Obama District Judge Paula Xinis is madder than Joe Biden after being asked an unscripted question. She directed the Trump administration to open a federal coyote ring, and get busy smuggling illegals into to the United States. The Donald has been less than enthusiastic with his compliance, and she is mightily offended by his lack of deference to her court.
I receive a lot of remarks in the form of emails, private messages, obscene hand gestures, etc. There’s no way I could answer all comments individually. So occasionally, I compile commonly asked questions and answer them in this column.
As a boy, I’d awake to find my mother already in the living room, snuggled beneath a lamp, where she’d been reading for hours. The cat in her lap would just stare at me with moral disapproval.
You slap the power button on TV. The old Zenith console warms up. The television is cased in a faux wooden cabinet, with warped oak-grain veneer from a bygone Dr. Pepper someone once placed atop the television, even though this someone’s mother told them to NEVER set ANYTHING atop the TV, not that we’re naming names here.
Once upon a time, in the blissful simplicity of Eden, God gave Adam a straightforward task: name the animals. And Adam, being a practical man (and let’s be honest, not yet bogged down by bureaucracy), did exactly that
Sean gets lots of letters asking some pretty interesting questions. Herein, he answers some…in his own special way.
The first rule of survival is to make decisions with your head rather than your hormones. Emotional decision making rarely enhances one’s chances of survival. One should avoid the anger, fear, and panic; coldly consider the options available; and select the best course of action, even if it’s not perfect. In other words, don’t behave like the Democrats currently are.
I remember my first cellphone. I felt like one bad hombre.
I was in my mid-20s. The cellphone retail salesperson outfitted me with a state-of-the-age phone about the size of a residential General Electric refrigerator.
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I have been doing a lot of walking. More walking than I’ve ever done in my life. More walking than I thought possible.
I have here a letter from 19-year-old Erin, who lives in Bristol, Virginia.
“Dear Sean,” she begins, “I want to be happy, but I’m not…
“My family is stressing me out, big-time. Especially my mom.
While generals got the glory, drones got the headlines, and politicians got the soundbites, one quiet giant stood tall (literally) throughout the Iraq and Afghanistan wars: the T-wall.
If you were an unlucky young man in Babylon, Persia, or China and got recruited for palace service, chances are your job orientation included a very sharp knife and a long recovery time.
Once upon a time there were three little ants. The ants had an unusual home. They lived atop an elephant. Long ago the ants’ mother had reasoned that an elephant would be a wise place to lay eggs to keep them from danger.
I’ve been reminded of the game “Where’s Waldo” while watching the Trump show in Washington. Every photo has thousands of people. But among all those people, where’s Jimbo – Comey that is.
The Idiot, The Atlas, and The Algorithm is a Three-Part Satirical Series on the Glorious Decline of American Civilization. Today, Part 3: The Day America Accidentally Got Smart Again
The Idiot, The Atlas, and The Algorithm, A Three-Part Satirical Series on the Glorious Decline of American Civilization;
Part 2: Welcome to Galtlantis—Where Smart People Hide From the Apocalypse