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Trump says he had “nothing to do” with Epstein. New Mexico opens a probe. Public hearings demanded. Totally normal. Nothing to see.

Trump demands half of Canada’s bridge and threatens hockey extinction. A dark comic take on geopolitical absurdity and authoritarian theatre

Hazel’s false pregnancy turns our home into a nesting zone while Eazy treats it like an Easter egg hunt. Hormones, and pink leopard panties.

What happens when you try to reintegrate into a high-stress corporate role while your body is still recovering? Add AI screening tools, recruiters suspicious of long tenure, and a job market that worships hustle culture. This satirical Office-style episode explores illness recovery, corporate pressure, and the absurdity of proving you’re “back” while still healing.

When power hides behind redactions, transparency becomes the real scandal. Full disclosure isn’t partisan. It’s basic hygiene.

Cancer doesn’t rewrite history. When an estranged parent returns, boundaries matter more than blood.

Procrastination isn’t laziness. It’s exhaustion, burnout, and a brain that needs buffering. A funny, honest look at creative paralysis.

Dog in heat chaos: diapers, drama, accomplices, odors, and a washing machine on strike. We’re only halfway through. Pray for us.

Job hunting over 50 feels like standing outside an exclusive club while an AI bouncer scans your résumé and silently shakes its head. Too old. Too experienced. Too expensive. After re-entering your CV for the hundredth time and collecting Workday accounts like Pokémon, the silence becomes personal. Is it AI? Is it ageism? Is there a blacklist? A cynical look at modern hiring, ghosting, and waiting to be let back in.

I started this blog to write about dogs, cancer, work, and life’s small disasters. Instead, I’ve become an unpaid, non-American crisis correspondent tracking Donald Trump’s daily chaos. This post is about Trump burnout, political exhaustion, and why staying vocal still matters even when you’re tired, overwhelmed, and desperately in need of a break from the constant “what the hell just happened now” news cycle.

The Super Bowl halftime show delivered flashing lights, cultural whiplash, and a unifying message that definitely ruined someone’s evening in Florida. Watching Bad Bunny perform felt like an Adam Sandler sketch that accidentally became iconic. Chaotic, joyful, confusing, and oddly powerful, this halftime show proved once again that the Super Bowl isn’t just about football. It’s about vibes, identity, and collective national overreaction.

rump’s Greenland “deal” follows a familiar pattern: create a fake crisis, threaten escalation, declare victory, and end up with exactly what already existed. In this Daily Show–style monologue, the Greenland saga is compared to a taxi ride Trump never needed to hijack, exposing dealmaking as theater, diplomacy as collateral damage, and “I won” as a substitute for actual results.

When a federal official dresses like authoritarian fan fiction and throws chemical agents at protesters, the outfit isn’t the problem.

Satire on Trump’s “Board of Peace,” featuring global power players, villain vibes, and the eternal question: what would Batman do?

A satirical, absurd account of dental implants, plastic teeth, braces, and body betrayal. Medical chaos, tight bites, and dark humor

Gynecology, but make it sci-fi horror comedy: floods, biopsies, zero dignity. Tamoxifen sucks. Being a woman is an extreme sport.

At Davos, Trump’s speech unraveled into a chaotic monologue of misnamed countries, racist stereotypes, invented dependencies, and economic absurdities. Greenland became Iceland. Allies were told they would not exist without the US. Immigrants were smeared, facts were discarded, and threats replaced policy. The room offered no applause, only silence, as the speech collapsed into incoherent belligerence.

Officials now insist the ICE shooting video is “misleading.” Kristi Noem claims agents were freeing a car from snow. JD Vance echoes the line. The footage shows neither a stuck vehicle nor a visible threat, just a shooting. Protests followed. Snowballs came later. Pepper spray came fast. Now officials are floating limits on filming ICE agents, because when evidence contradicts power, the camera becomes the problem.

A woman is killed by a federal agent. Before her body is even cold, the state brands her a “domestic terrorist.” Local authorities are pushed aside, scrutiny is treated as hostility, and accountability is framed as a threat. This is state power over people in action: lethal force first, narrative control immediately after. When the state owns the crime scene and the story, justice isn’t delayed. It’s deliberately buried.

Today I acknowledge that silence is a choice, politeness is not a virtue, and “carefully worded statements” have never stopped a single bastard in history. I will not confuse restraint with courage. I will not mistake concern for action. I will not be impressed by people in suits doing nothing very professionally. If the world insists on sleepwalking, I am allowed to be awake, angry, and correct. Breathe in clarity Exhale bullshit.