That’s right Marjorie Taylor Greene! Or MTG as she is known. Why her? Well she ran for office like a whole bunch of times before she actually got elected. We call that tenacious. And she got elected riding a wave of emotion on just about everything and anything that was controversial. She was all in for DJT POTUS 45, 47 and MAGA! Then she was all against DJT POSTUS 45 & 47! And MAGA was no longer enough for her. Then she quit.
MTG also managed to increase her net worth from $700,000 to 25,000,000 in just two Congressional terms! Yeah that’s right! She’s now worth 25 million dollars!
Take a bow MTG! You touched all the bases and you are our WOMAN OF THE YEAR 2025!
And yes, her leaving office is also commendable. We hope a whole lot of elected officials of all parties, Federal, State and Local, follow her lead. This could be the slippery slope, the country really needs.
And the runner ups were…
DJT 45 & 47 POTUS. He’s orchestrated peace deals between Cambodia and Thailand, India and Pakistan, Rwanda and the Democratic Republic of Congo, Iran and Israel and Israel and Hamas and he should be our Man Of The Year! But well… eh.
The Jeffrey Epstein List. Readers of this Blog know we give this award out to a Man, A Woman, whoever someone wants to be referred to, or a thing a ma jig. This is the Thing A Ma Jig. This Thing A Ma Jig refuses to die and refuses to rear it’s ugly head. It’s resisted all kinds of court proceedings, proclamations of exposure by it’s victims and even acts of Congress. But it’s out there. Out there “where blue birds fly, where troubles melt like lemon drops and dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.”
For those of you who don’t recognize the lyrics, they are from. ‘Somewhere Over The Rainbow’*.
Honorable mention: 31/ATLAS, the Alien spacecraft that did not stop by, Valentin Luchin the celebrity chef who robbed three banks in one day, Sydney Sweeny. Cassie Ventura and no, no Elon Musk this year or any other probably. Rarely has any celebrity fallen from grace so far and so fast.
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* ‘Somewhere Over The Rainbow’ Harold Arlen music and Yip Harburg lyrics.
The morning broke nice and clear, not a cloud in the sky. The temperature would remain in the 70’s with very little humidity. It would be a perfect Indian summer day. Teddy left at his usual time, got to the office at his usual time. Had his book out on his desk as none of the Managers would be in for a while. He had a nice big cup of coffee on his desk, when he heard it.
It was an explosion, loud and rumbling. Teddy could tell it was coming from the Trade Towers. His first thought was the terrorists were back. A small group of them had tried to bring down one of the Trade Towers by planting a car bomb in one of Tower’s parking lots a few years back.
It was almost comical as all they managed to do was blow a hole in the floor of the parking lot. It had no effect on the building. Teddy hadn’t even heard the explosion that time. He was in a different building not near the Trade Towers.
So, Teddy figured he’d wait to hear what was going on. But then phones started ringing. It was early 8:48, so there weren’t too many people there. But those who picked up were getting frantic phone calls from their families. Something about an airplane going into the Trade Towers.
Teddy decided to go downstairs and when he got there, he saw Rene in the front of the building with his arms spread wide and shocked look on his face.
Teddy asked. “What happened?”
Rene shook his head and said. “An airplane just crashed into the Trade Towers. I saw it.”
Teddy turned and looked up. He could see black smoke billowing out of the building. He figured somebody flying a small plane had just lost their way. Small planes were not allowed to fly over Manhattan. Probably not terrorists after all.
As the smoke kept billowing out, Teddy wondered why hadn’t the sprinklers turned on? Why was it still burning?
Teddy went back upstairs. The phones were ringing off the hooks. Teddy’s phone wasn’t so he dialed his home number. There was no answer. But then she would be on her way right now. He tried her cell phone, but it didn’t connect. That was the bad thing with those phones. They didn’t always have service.
Teddy knew he could get a better look if he went to the big conference room on their floor as he would be higher up. Not quite on par with the Towers but high up enough that you could clearly see the buildings.
When he got there the windows were already ringed with other employees none of whom could believe what they were seeing. It wasn’t just the black smoke but the amount of it. This was a roaring fire. Teddy knew by the extent of it that the sprinklers just weren’t going to have much effect.
Then everyone by the windows gasped. Teddy didn’t see it at first but then he saw a man, falling or jumping out of the building. Teddy tried to tell himself it was furniture, but the man’s arms and legs were flailing in the air. Teddy could see him falling, falling, failing till he was out of sight. Teddy turned his head away as he began to see other people jumping or being blown out of the building. And Teddy knew instinctively that he would see that man falling, for the rest of his life.
Then someone to Teddy’s left screamed. Teddy turned and saw it. It was big and moving fast. It turned slightly and the way the sun hit it, it looked all black with wings and Teddy thought it was a huge, guided missile. as it flew right into the south Tower. There was a huge, massive black and red cloud that was expanding and coming right for their windows.
Teddy had a moment of sheer terror, and he yelled. “Get away from the windows!” But then the black and red cloud stopped expanding and began receding quickly. In the next moment Teddy turned into a block of ice. He felt nothing. He didn’t even hear the explosion. If anyone had asked him what had just happened, he would have said a guided missile went into the south Trade Tower and it didn’t make a sound.
Teddy hadn’t realized Nick was in the room. He must have just gotten to the office, but he saw him run right by. Nick’s wife worked in that building, the south Tower.
Teddy went back to his phone and dialed both numbers again, no answer. Teddy knew he should be anxious, scared out of his mind with worry over Livi. He realized he probably was, but he felt nothing. He was numb.
Teddy walked over to Fulton Street and waited between the two exits Livi would come out of after she took the 4 or 5 train.
Across the street he could see Nick at the foot of City Hall Park with his cell phone in hand. He was texting furiously.
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Teddy sat back at his desk. He could go back to his book about the Japanese bombing Pearl Harbor. It was quite an interesting take on the attack. All his life Teddy had read history books or watched documentaries that told how it was this great victory for the Japanese and this horrible defeat for America. But this guy’s take showed how the Japanese had sunk 4 Battleships, one Mine Sweeper and damaged another 12. The ships that hadn’t been sunk were all repaired and back out to sea in a manner of weeks. The Aircraft Carriers that they needed to cripple weren’t even there. They were all out to sea. So, the whole attack was an unmitigated disaster for Japan. Which was kind of astonishing to Teddy Green.
The other fact that hardly got any mention in the other books he’d read was why December 7th? Why not November or even January 1942? The American embargo on their oil, meant that Japan was going to run out of oil by the end of 1941. Their whole modern industrialized economy was going to come screeching to a halt. They were about to go dead broke.
He thought about that for a moment. It was all about the oil or the lack thereof. Or the wealth that the oil let their economy, and everyone else’s economy produce. He wondered for a moment if all wars weren’t fought over that. Not oil but what it let a country produce, its wealth. Had all wars been fought over that, wealth? If the British hadn’t tried to collect taxes would the Colonies have ever started The Revolution? And if some guy had figured out a cheaper way to pick cotton and tobacco than using slaves, would there have been The Civil War?
Food for thought but then he was just a clerk in a Housing Agency, and he hadn’t even been a history major. No, his Major had been English. So, what did he know?
There was only one other thing to do. He opened his lower drawer and took out the instant coffee and the powdered creamer. He didn’t want coffee and if he did, he would go downstairs to the coffee stand, not drink this crappy concoction. He had no idea of drinking it, so he just spooned in enough of the coffee and the creamer to make a half a cup.
No, he’d make a coffee because there was only one water fountain on this floor that had a hot waterspout. So, he made his way over to it. It was on the east side of the building where the offices looked out on the beautiful span of the Brooklyn Bridge. In fact, this row was so good that their Assistant Commissioner had her office at the far corner of that row. The closer you were to the Assistant Commissioner’s office indicated how important you were to this Division.
The hot waterspout was diagonally across from one particular office that was seven offices away from the Commissioner. But its nearness to the Assistant Commissioner’s office didn’t matter to Teddy Green. What was important about this office was that its occupant was the very beautiful, no more than beautiful, the stunning Marie Livette Henri. She was five foot eight inches tall, and she weighed 130 pounds, and she had curves in all the right places. She had the most beautiful coffee, colored skin tone anyone could ever wish for. Even though she was forty-eight years old, she still hardly even needed any makeup. Her hair was naturally just slightly curly, light brown and hung down to her shoulders. She was Haitian so she was always impeccably dressed. And, she had that slight French accent which also got men all steamed up. And, if Teddy could just catch a glimpse of her, it would make his last hour livable.
Of course, he did not want her to catch him gawking. That was not a good idea. So, he kept his head down as he let the hot water run into his cup. Her door was open, and he just gave a quick look, a glance, a peek really. He could see some guy go rushing in the door like he had something important to talk to her about. But Teddy knew better. Men were always doing that. Going into her office over one pretense or another. Like Honeybees drawn to a beautiful flower, hoping. When a man was foolish to actually ask her to go to lunch, she would just hold up her left hand with the wedding ring on it.
But then the men wouldn’t really mind when she said no. They just wanted to be in the presence of a beautiful, stunning, impeccably dressed woman. Even though they got shot down, they went out more intoxicated than when they went in. It was the Honeybees and the flower thing. Teddy couldn’t blame them he’d done the same thing himself.
Of course, Teddy knew she wasn’t married. She’d been divorced for years. She only kept the ring on so she could turn men down gently.
But he did catch a glimpse of her. The side of her head, the curve of her neck and her light brown hair falling gently on her shoulders.
When Teddy got back to his desk, he sighed as he sat down. The only difference between him and the other Honeybees was that at a little before four o’clock, just when he was getting ready to leave, the phone on his desk would ring. He’d pick it up and on the other end would be the slight French accent and the voice of the beautiful, stunning Maire Livette Henri. Then they would figure out if they were going to get some kind of takeout or if one of them, usually him because he would be home first, was going to cook something for dinner.
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“And when Jesus had gone forth into the way, one came running and kneeled and asked him. “Good teacher what must I do to inherit eternal life?”
Mark 10:17
Chapter 1 The Unit
Teddy Green leaned back in his chair and watched Zvi Mordeci or Zvi the Avenger as Teddy had named him and thought that today, could be the day. The day that Zvi the Avenger, just lost his nut.
Most people in their unit thought The Professor might lose it first but then Teddy had inside knowledge and knew that The Professor already had a meltdown. The Professor was medicated now. No, Teddy had his money on Zvi.
Zvi had dark, curly, red hair that was receding in a prominent widow’s peak. It was the kind of hair that was hard to comb so Zvi just kept it slicked back and not too long. Zvi also had a pencil thin mustache and very fair skin. The kind of skin that would sunburn easily. Teddy figured Zvi was about five feet ten inches tall but that was hard to be sure because Zvi was always leaning over forward, almost like a crouch. It seemed to help Zvi when he walked because he always walked as quick as he could and then the crouch resembled a sprinter in motion. But Zvi stayed that way in that crouch, even when standing still. In the little over a year that Teddy knew him, he might have seen Zvi stand up straight maybe five or six times. So, Zvi’s actual height was just an estimate.
One thing that wasn’t an estimate was the thing that made him, Zvi the Avenger, and that was the object of Zvi’s seething rage. And, that object was the woman who had been his wife. Her name, Zvi never mentioned. She was just that woman who was designated with a string of curses that either started with “bitch” or a string of curses that ended with “bitch”.
And, as Zvi would announce with one finger pointed to the sky. “The day would come…” What day and when, another mystery. As Zvi would stop right there nodding his head up and down and then a little smile would spread across his lips, turning his mustache up into an almost comical curve. No, it was more rueful, no, rueful and comical.
What had she done? This modern-day Jezebel? Well, they all found that out on their first day together nine months ago. Of course, Zvi did not mention her when they first met that morning because the meeting of their little group was headed up by their Director Michael McMullen a tall, thin man with a slight paunch that came from sitting behind a desk for years. His once blond hair was almost all gray now. But he still carried an air of authority about him as he had supervised programs and people for most of his adult life. Teddy had known him or of him since he had first started working for the Agency. And Teddy knew McMullen’s problems, but he still liked him. Teddy liked him because despite his problems, McMullen was always a Professional. Also, present was their Deputy Director Arthur White Aka the Professor, so Zvi knew better.
That first meeting was held in the big conference room with the big windows, that looked out onto City Hall Park, and you could see the World Trade Towers clear across that park. The funny thing Teddy always thought was he would see the Towers whenever he walked out of the front of the building, and they loomed over everything around them. They were about a quarter a mile away and yet they would just sit there looking somehow, close. So close, it seemed as if he could just reach out his hand and touch them.
But somebody must have had big plans for their little group or more likely there just wasn’t anyone needing the big conference room that morning. They were handed different pamphlets on Accounting and Auditing. Michael McMullen talked quite a bit about how important an Audit was. Then how, there were going to be training sessions for the next two weeks conducted by an Accountant/Auditor from Price Walters and Jones.
After lunch they found the large conference room was in use and their Director Michael McMullen was in a meeting. The Deputy Director Arthur White told them to meet in the smaller conference room near their new desks as if he would be in there soon. But then Arthur White soon to become The Professor never showed up. So, there were no authority figures just Teddy Green, Mimi Hersch, Nicholas Tafaro and Zvi Mordeci about to become Zvi the Avenger. And there wasn’t even a table there that day for some reason. So, they were just sitting in a circle, almost like it was group therapy or some Kumbaya meeting when Zvi cleared his throat and, said.
“She…”
And Teddy swore he had that rueful comical smile on his face or was that something that was in his memory now because he had seen it so many times since. But Zvi started off calling her She. She was not the bitch as yet. That would come later.
So, Zvi started with “She…” and then he went into his tale of woe. Since Zvi was an Accountant Teddy liked to think of this tale as an addendum to the Canterbury Tales. This one, The Accountant’s Tale. But Zvi started off slow, his voice almost in a whisper at how he had come home after work like he did every day. How he put his key in their apartment door that opened into the living room and then when he opened that door, the living room was completely empty. Everything was just gone. All the living room furniture, the pictures and paintings on the walls, the drapes, the carpet, just all gone. Even the wood parquet floors were mopped and spotlessly clean.
For a brief, moment Zvi thought he’d walked into an empty apartment. That was not unreasonable because his parents owned the building, and he was also the Handyman, the Porter and the Renting Agent for the building. So, he could have the keys to a vacant apartment. He even looked at his key ring, and it said 4C. But he still couldn’t believe it, so he went to the front door and checked. The door said 4C. He lived in 4C. Then he wandered through the empty apartment, the kitchen, the two bedrooms and the bathroom, nothing, not even any dust on the floor. It was as if some evil force had swept through his life leaving nothing in its wake. It was all swept clean. She had left and taken everything, everything.
The only thing he could find was a note tapped on the bathroom mirror. He did not tell them what was on the note. No one dared ask as Zvi was upset enough, and everyone figured it was just some kind of goodbye.
Then Zvi put his head down and just shook it. He looked as if he might even be crying. Everyone just felt terrible for him. Mimi even reached over and patted his shoulder. No one knew what to say.
They all felt really, bad for him and that lasted two days. Till Mimi got the rest of the story from someone who knew Zvi from his neighborhood. And Mimi had found out that incident had happened just the way Zvi had told it, but it had happened fifteen years ago. The wife had remarried and had a son who was about to have his Bar Mitzvah.
Of course, the first day Zvi had not spoken of revenge that would come later in his many retellings of the tale. She or the “bitch” as she would become had not only taken everything, but she’d maligned him, belittled him ruined his good name and reputation.
Mimi explained that too. Zvi and his wife came from some small Orthodox Sect in Brooklyn, and his wife needed a religious divorce. Something that couldn’t be obtained without some claim of adultery or some other old, classic reason for the dissolution of a marriage. So, the wife had made those claims. And, they had only been married for a year which as Mimi pointed out wasn’t much in the marriage department. In fact, it was just a little more than going steady. Mimi had also found out what was on the note. Just one word.
‘Whoremaster.’
Then Mimi added.
“Okay I get it what she did was nasty. I could see him being upset for a couple of years. I’ll even give him two years, maybe four max but fifteen? Time to get over it. Time to move on.”
Mimi had said that when it was just Teddy, Nick and herself having lunch in their conference room that now had a table, and they had all laughed. And Mimi had also discovered one other thing about the bitch, her name. It was Miriam. And, that kind of took the edge off the stream of adjectives that ended or began with “bitch”. Because Miriam, well everyone had an aunt or a neighbor named Miriam and most probably, no one ever met a woman named Jezebel or “bitch”.
Of course, he was still not Zvi the Avenger that came a few weeks later after another retelling of The Accountant’s Tale. It was just Teddy, Nick and Zvi this time. It was Teddy and Nick because they were checking on a company, and they had gone to this aluminum bookcase that had all the phone books in it and that bookcase was twenty feet behind Zvi’s desk.
Zvi took the opportunity to go into another rendition of The Accountant’s Tale. While Zvi did talk about other things, like work and the building his parents owned, he could just jump into The Accountant’s Tale at the slightest provocation. This time had to have been the two dozenth rendition of The Account’s Tale. Zvi had also expanded the inequity of it all to include the things she did in the marriage. Like when she decided no more sex. What was he supposed to do? Then there were the lies, the slander, the defamation of his character. And then of course, “The day would come…” And, then Zvi broke into that rueful, comic smile with his hand pointing towards the heavens.
Teddy couldn’t help it he had always been a wise guy who usually had something smart to say. So, he just couldn’t help but ask.
“Hey Zvi when you were married did you like maybe do something wrong? Like maybe just one thing, one little thing.”
At which point Zvi turned purple with rage. He stood up, went over to the bookcase, raised his hand over his head and then making a fist, he slammed that fist, down onto the bookcase. The blow made a loud thud as the metal bent under the blow, leaving a two-inch dent in the top of the bookcase. Then Zvi exclaimed.
“I am not an Adulterer! I am not a Whoremaster!”
Then Zvi grabbed his hat off his desk and ran out of the building.
Both Teddy and Nick were so shocked they ran into Mimi’s office, shut the door and told her what happened. There was a moment when they were all shocked and genuinely frightened. Then Nick decided to show Mimi, and he stood up, shaking his head up and down trying to show how angry Zvi had been. Then Nick raised his hand above his head, made the fist just like Zvi had and then brought it down on the table. But he wasn’t going to hurt himself, so he slowed it down and just let it land on the table without any force. But then he let his body bounce up and down conveying the force of the blow. Then Nick announced in a harsh, emphatic whisper that gave the impression of a yell.
“I am not an Adulterer. I am not a Whoremaster.”
Then all three of them started laughing hysterically. Maybe it was the term Whoremaster as they all knew that was on the note. Maybe it was just from the stress of having to listen to Zvi over and over again. But for the next ten minutes they were just laughing helplessly.
Of course, they all knew that Zvi wasn’t going to actually do anything. He hadn’t done anything but harangue other people for fifteen years. It was all just bluster from some middle-aged Accountant.
But Teddy began to think at that point that a man with that much rage all bottled up in himself might just have a real meltdown. That’s when Teddy gave him the title, Zvi the Avenger.
Then they all laughed some more.
And today just might be the day because Teddy could see Zvi’s mouth moving, his head nodding and his hands making gestures to an unseen God. A God Teddy realized, who for the last sixteen years, just wasn’t listening.
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62 year old Celebrity Chef Valentino Lucin robbed three banks in one day! Thus breaking the Dalton Gang’s record of two banks in one day. But better than the Daltons’ back in Coffeyville Kansas in 1892, the 62 year old Chef did not get all shot up. He even got to hold onto the money for a while, till the Police tracked him down. Why would he do this? Well his big restaurant went bust, he went chapter 11 and then he couldn’t make the payments. What do you do when you need a mortgage or a loan? You go to a bank because that’s where the money is. What if you’ve gone bankrupt and your credit score is like 399? You got no credit. You can’t borrow. So now you know why the 62 year old Celebrity Chef, robbed the three banks. He needed the money.
Just in case you’re wondering what happened to the Daltons, well two of the brothers along with two of their cohorts were killed at the scene. The last Dalton, Emmett got all shot up too. But he survived his wounds, did his time and went on to be a early day Hollyweird Screenwriter. Hooray for Hollyweird!
And a Florida Nurse Alexis Von Yates was sentenced to two years in prison for having sex with her 15 year old stepson. She and her stepson were watching a horror movie and they got scared. Next thing they knew they were clutching each other. Von Yates then explained to her stepson that she hadn’t had sex in two weeks and she was horny. She also thought her husband who was at work wouldn’t be back till morning. But the husband came home early and caught them in flagrante delicto. The boy ran out of the room with his pants around his ankles. Von Yates tried to cover herself but the deed was done. She knew it was wrong, so she took the plea deal and got the two years.
Now you may ask why would someone do something like this? It’s beyond stupid. The kid is 15 how is he going to keep his mouth shut? Not to mention that by any standard, it’s immoral, illegal, incestuous, unconscionable. So why? Why? But then Von Yates explained it best. She was needy.
Now we save prayer for really serious things but this is starting to get real serious and fast. As we head into the NFL’s third week, both the New York Giants and the New York Jets are 0 and 2. The Giants are facing the Chiefs who are also 0 and 2. The odds of the Chiefs going 0 and 3 are not good. The Jets are facing the Buccaneers and the Buccaneers are 2 and 0. That’s not good either. So like we said maybe praying is a little too strong. Maybe hopes or well wishes? No, 0 and 3 is too ugly to bear. Let’s us pray. Like it says at the top here. This is about the needy.
Elon The Richest Man In The World and Donald Trump POTUS are feuding! OMG! It could even be double OMG or as readers of this column know it as OMG!! which is the absolute end of it all. But that’s only if it is real. Right now it seems too much like the WWE. Maybe it will end with Trump hitting Elon over the head with a folding chair. Maybe it will end with Elon writing a book ‘My Struggle’ detailing how he was humiliated and denigrated during his tenure at the White House. How Trump is a meanie and how Elon endured the “slings and arrows of outrageous fortune”. Then again, there has been a whole lot of those books and it might not sell at all. Better to go with the folding chair over the head. If they do it right, Elon won’t feel a thing. If they do it wrong, it will only hurt Elon’s head. His ego will be intact.
BTW this all begins when Elon loses his job as the head of D.O.G.E..
Then there is Karen Jean-Pierre she was Old Brains Biden’s Press Secretary. She’s writing a book about how she is no longer a democrat but an Independent. That’s the name of her new book, ‘Independent’. And ‘Independent’ will tear the cover off the Old Brains Biden Administration, supposedly. Some have speculated that there is no way she could have written a 300 page book between election night 2024 and now. There isn’t enough time. That presupposes that she wrote it. We mean there are a whole lot of books out there with authors names on them that were written by someone else. So maybe someone else started writing it as a plan B. Plan A was Old Brains or Harris wins and she still has a job.
And many of you may be wondering why a 41 year old Aaron Rogers signed with the Pittsburgh Steelers, for one more season. We mean he’s a multi-millionaire and a shoo in for the Hall of Fame once he retires. His last two seasons due to age and injury were nothing to write home about. So why? Why risk a season of mediocrity after so much excellence? Why risk painful injury more prevalent with age? Why?
Well, he’s an NFL Quarterback and now he has a job. And as we know now, it’s the job. It is always the job.
Now a whole lot of articles and even a few books are coming out about how the vaunted members of the What Once Was The Main Stream Media aka the WOWTMSM, missed the mental decline of Old Brains Biden. Most of these articles and books are written by the vaunted members of the WOWTMSM. Now we didn’t miss it and neither did you but they did.
The first hint, might have been when Old Brains in front of all the cameras said. “I can sum up America in one word .”Asufutimaehaehfutbu.” Then in case anyone missed it, he repeated it “Asufutimaehaehfutbu” for effect. We noted it at the time. The What Once Was The Main Stream Media aka the WOWTMSM missed it. Of course there were other times, like when he thought his wife was his sister. Then there were all the times he fell. Then all the times he appeared to be sleepwalking and didn’t know which way to turn or where to walk. And the Asufutimaehaehfutbu was hardly the only time he mangled a word or words. He mangled a lot of words. And they missed all that too. We didn’t and neither did you. But that leaves us with this one question. Should they be writing this stuff?
A lot of the stuff they’re writing are Mea Culpas which is always good, especially when you make a big boo boo. But if they missed all that, it kind of begs the question, what else did they miss? Are they missing anything now? Will they miss things in the future? What do you think?
And James O’Keefe late of Project Veritas, announced that he was not suicidal. Almost all of us are also not suicidal, so why make this announcement? Well, he now has a scandal he’s about to expose that will uncover billions that is billions with a B and even tens of billons in government fraud. There will be indictments! He exclaimed. And if he winds up dead, it’s because they killed him. He’s not going out like Jeffrey Epstein. It will be homicide.
Well one of the first things we learned in the News business is if a dog bites a man, it’s not news. It happens all the time. If a man bites a dog, then it’s news. Got it. So, we hate to burst James O’Keefe’s balloon but so far the D.O.G.E. people have found 160 billion dollars in waste and fraud. And, well, no one has committed suicide over there at D.O.G.E., certainly not Elon. And, no one has been indicted either or even arrested. So if Mr. O’Keefe has found a few billion or even a few tens of billions, well we’re sorry to say, it will be more like a dog biting a man. There will be no indictments, no arrests and hopefully, no suicides. That’s what we think. But what do you think?
Oh that’s a picture of the White House Correspondence Dinner at the top of the page. Those are the people who missed the mental status of Old Brains Biden and they are giving each other awards. It looks a lot like the winners at the Grammys, just the senior division.
Aaron Donald, Los Angeles Ram and three time NFL’s Defensive Player of the Year, has a Stalker. She is Jenelle Anwar. Usually the Stalker is a man and he’s obsessed with a woman but there are Stalkers who have been known to be female. So that’s nothing new. And celebrities have been known to have Stalkers of all kinds. Some who break into their homes and some who even cause harm to them. But Jenelle is a little different. She wants a divorce. Even though she’s never even been in the same room with Aaron Donald. She filed papers in court and she wants $1,500 a month in alimony. Nice work if you can get it and we guess you can get it if you try.* That’s a riff off of a line from an old song.
And Six time Jeopardy champion Andrew Hayes did not get final jeopardy in that sixth game but he was so far in front that the other two contestants couldn’t catch him. He had 28,800 going into final Jeopardy and he bet 8,800 so he lost that 8,800 and only wound up with 20,000. As opposed to 37,600 if he would have gotten final Jeopardy right or the 28,800 if he’d just bet nothing. But leave it to Ken Jennings to put things in perspective when he said. “Twenty thousand dollars for a half hours work, not too bad.” Andrew lost in his 7th game but his six wins gave him $137,804. Nice work if you can get it and you can get it if you try.
Now the Enchanted Six pictured above, took to the skies in their Blue Origin capsule and landed to a chorus of boos. Then came the memes making fun and the cruel jokes. We won’t repeat them here as we don’t do nasty, even if it’s funny. Well sometimes we do but we try not to. Also people pointed out that the Blue Origin craft didn’t go up that high and it looked like a chance to take selfies more than a Space flight. So they weren’t really Astronauts, as they claimed to be.
In response to the negativity Gail King of the CBS morning show said she was like Alan Shepard. Alan Shepard was the first American and only second man in Space. He rode into Space on a first generation ballistic missile and it had a tendency to blow up during its tests. Also Alan Shepard was a graduate of Annapolis, a veteran of WWII, a test pilot and one of the few men to walk on the moon. So, she might want to re-think that one. Also, Alan Shepard wore a helmet. All Astronauts wear helmets. The Enchanted Six did not wear helmets. It would have ruined their hair, in the selfies.
But don’t feel bad for Gayle King, she gets 12 million a year to read off a teleprompter, asks questions and talk about whatever. And that is nice work if you can get it and you could never get that, no matter how hard you try. Fugettaboutittitt!
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* ‘Nice Work If You Can Get It’ by George and Ira Gershwin
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