OK. What in the beer-battered fuck is going on here? I’m truly gobsmacked.

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Doesn’t it seem a little outrageous that they refuse to save our lives with healthcare and survival checks during a pandemic? And that we’re supposed to be eternally grateful they’ll dispose of our carcasses?

Logic dictates that if you keep people alive, you don’t need to pay to bury them. But let’s face it. It’s way cheaper to let us die than provide COVID relief, healthcare, housing, and decent wages. That’s the bottom line, and the bottom line is all that matters. It’s the American Way!

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Same product, different packaging. Photo by Gamecock.

All any of us heard in the weeks leading up to the 2020 election was, “we need to dump Trump first, then we can push Biden left!” This empty assurance was how a disturbing number of Fauxgressives were outed. They voted for a man who was a complete POS, but arguably less a POS than that other POS.

We’ll push Biden left!” was repeated like a mantra by establishment Democrats posing as Progressives, a phenomenon that became endemic after Sniffy McGropey beat the Orange Anal Wart. (But that’s a whole other article.)

Naturally, those of us possessing critical thinking skills…

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One at a time you guys. Please. Photo by Franciscan Media

Joan of Arc was a peasant girl from a small village in France. Yet, 600 years later, Joan has better name recognition than the reigning monarchs and religious leaders of her time. She only lived to be 19 years old before her gruesome execution. Her renown was not entirely posthumous. Joan held the stature of a mythological figure even in her own lifetime.

There was nothing to distinguish Joan from her peers except for her exceptional piety by all contemporary accounts. She began hearing voices and having visions of St. Michael, St. Catherine, and St. Margaret. (Now, we’d likely call…

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Photo by Heavy.com

I don’t even know where to begin describing how much this song bites, but let’s go with the obvious — the leering hornball trying to seduce his prey. Whenever I hear this seasonal salute to date rape all I can picture is a beer-breathed, pot-bellied aging Lothario trying to pick up an extremely uncomfortable girl half his age.

Cue skin crawling.

And this hapless and obviously clueless young lady is in deep doo-doo because she strongly suspects he put something in her drink.


Wait, what?

This dude should be doing time for assault, not trying to roofie the ladies…

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Photo by Daily Beast

Here's the deal.

From this point on, I won’t vote for any candidate seeking higher office running on the Democratic ticket. They will not get my support for any reason, no matter who the candidate is.

Yes, that includes Nina Turner.

“But why, Kathy? I thought you loved Nina?”

Because, sooner or later, you need to walk away from one-sided, abusive relationships. And it’s already way past later.

The Democratic Party cannot be rehabilitated.

I repeat, the Democratic cannot be rehabilitated.

Democrats wouldn’t know a fair primary election if it bit them on the bum. Your vote equals jackshit and…

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Photo by Smithsonian Magazine

After the Revolutionary War, George Washington eagerly awaited a quiet retirement as a gentleman farmer in Virginia. But this was not to be, as he was repeatedly called back to serve the needs of the infant nation he helped create.

When he was called to serve as the United States’ first president in 1789, Washington said on April 16 of that year, “my love of retirement is so great, that no earthly consideration, short of a conviction of duty, could have prevailed upon me to depart from my resolution ‘never more to take any share in transactions of a public…

“Let not your spirits be cast down, for I hope we shall see one another in a better place, where we shall be free to live and love in eternal bliss.”

— Sir Thomas More

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More’s cell in the Tower. Photo by the Catholic Herald

Henry VIII was notoriously volatile, and it wasn’t just Henry VIII’s wives that bore the brunt of his ire. His closest pals also met untimely ends for rubbing His Majesty the wrong way. One of the most unexpected was his lifelong friend, confidante, and champion, Sir Thomas More.

Born in London in 1478, Thomas studied Law after serving as a page to the Archbishop of…

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People died within a few days if they lacked tune-age to shake their booties.

Between the 11th and 17th centuries, countless people took part in manic bouts of dancing and unseemly behavior lasting for weeks on end. Referred to in the world of abnormal psychology as St. Vitus’ dance, it’s defined as group hysteria by those feeling overwhelmed by the many stressors of their times.

(Anybody feels like dancing?)

People would rip off their clothes and run naked through the streets, screaming, wailing, and laughing hysterically. Women would howl like wolves while making obscene gestures, and others would squeal like pigs. Some would roll in the dirt or beg to be hit on various…

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Just what in the silly senile fuck is the Brunch Bunch smoking?

To preface my rant(that has been simmering for weeks), let’s begin by reviewing what the word Progressive actually means, shall we? And before the Brunch Bunch goes into pissy-hissy mode, keep in mind this isn't my definition of what Progressive politics should look like; it’s the damn dictionary:

PROGRESSIVE: favoring or advocating progress, change, improvement, or reform, as opposed to wishing to maintain things as they are, especially in political matters: a progressive mayor. (Dictionary.com)


Got it?


Then you understand the non-biased, textbook definition of “progressive” is the complete antithesis of President-elect Biden’s promise to his corporate overlords…

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Helloooooooo. Avon calling. Photo by the Daily Mail.

Although the English Peasant’s Revolt in 1381 seemingly began without warning the seeds of discontent were sown many years beforehand. The Black Death during the earlier part of the 14th century caused a serious shortage of workers, giving the peasant class the option to choose where they worked — a freedom that was unheard of in feudal society.

Fearful that the serfs would refuse to work their lands, many lords gave the peasants their freedom and paid for their labor. …

Kathy Copeland Padden

is a political junkie and history buff randomly alternating between bouts of crankiness and amusement while bearing witness to the Apocalypse. Come along!

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