The Grouchy Editor

Turning Point?

This woman scares me. And I’m on her side.

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I was not a big fan of Charlie Kirk. I was on his team politically, but personally there seemed to be something vaguely off-putting about him. He reminded me of those earnest Mormons who come to your door hoping to convert you. I don’t exactly dislike them, but I wonder how they can seem so certain about everything.

But Kirk’s murder was shocking. I can’t help but believe this is some sort of “turning point” in the culture wars. We do indeed live in interesting times — but not in a good way.

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Kash Patel — I’ve wondered why this guy has such ardent supporters, like podcaster Tim Pool. From the Epstein files to his early bungling of the Kirk-killer manhunt, he doesn’t inspire much confidence. Plus, he has a perpetual deer-in-the-headlights look:

Please prove me wrong, Patel.

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The shooting of Kirk made me angry. I don’t want revenge on leftists in the streets. I do want a strong response from Trump. I have no faith in our hapless congressmen and congresswomen.

I hate to say this, but this seems like civil war and, as the saying goes, all’s fair in love and war. So go ahead and bend some rules, Donald; even break them, if you have to. It’s what the left does.

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The gleeful celebrations by leftists on social media —

If I’m honest, there were times the past five years when I’ve wished Joe Biden dead. I thought if he was killed, or just died, the world would be better off. I think this is human nature. So, I can’t get too worked up over the leftists and their tasteless, often odious, celebrations.

But I’d like to think that those feelings are temporary, and that they won’t transform into something tangible. But obviously, sometimes they do.

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“Let’s just admit that both sides are guilty of this.” No, let’s not. There are exceptions, but 90 percent of political violence comes from one side, and it’s not the right.

And let’s not forget the non-political violence that stems from Democrat policies (below).

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Pet Peeve

It’s a slow news week (not really) so I thought I’d take the opportunity to vent about a pet peeve.

People I admire and/or respect keep committing this sin. These people are usually well-educated. They are famous, published writers, or acclaimed public speakers. People who ought to know better do this in print, they do this on TV, they do it on social media.

They say “unconsciously” when they mean “subconsciously.”

I rarely see this mistake the other way around.

I am posting the explanation below, taken from a grammar and English usage site:

Please get it fucking right.

You’re welcome.

There is nothing approaching the importance of this matter in the news this week. That completes the “Weekly Review.”

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If I wrote the headline about the Taylor Swift-Travis Kelce engagement:

Dumb Jock Lands Mid-Looking Feminazi

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In theory, I should love The Thursday Murder Club. The novel is a “cozy” mystery, with elderly protagonists, and I dig cozy mysteries by Agatha Christie with older heroes like Hercule Poirot and Jane Marple. I also enjoy the 1960s Miss Marple flicks with Margaret Rutherford.

But I was bored by Thursday the book and I was bored by the Netflix adaptation.

Being an old person doesn’t automatically make you interesting. Being Pierce Brosnan or Helen Mirren doesn’t mean you get to play interesting characters.

If you subscribe to the school of comedy in which older people cursing — or expressing an interest in sex — strikes you as hilarious, this movie is for you. I call it the “oldsters acting like teenagers” genre. That sort of thing was mildly amusing in 1971, when Ruth Gordon starred in Harold and Maude. Today, it’s an uninspired cliché.

I watched Thursday with cautious optimism. I thought British star power might overcome a weak story. After 20 minutes the movie became background noise as my thoughts drifted elsewhere. After 45 minutes I turned it off.

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“Woman Spreading”

In the old days, young women went to finishing school, where they learned modesty and other old-fashioned virtues.

Today, we have girls like Lauren on Big Brother (below), who apparently likes to advertise her availability to a national TV audience:

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I’ve been watching season two of Wednesday. The show’s either lost some of its charm, or it’s in a sophomore slump. 

The script relies too much on Jenna Ortega as the title character. She’s great, but a series needs more than that. The problem, as usual, is a weak script. The mystery is pedestrian and the subplots are nothing special. Wednesday has gone from quirky delight about a weird girl invading a Hogwarts-like school to “Nancy Drew Mystery of the Week.”

Or maybe I just have no business watching a show aimed at teen girls.

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I’ve been arguing with an A.I. character. I don’t recommend it.

Debating with humans can be exasperating, but real people are nowhere near as obstinate as A.I. characters.

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I could mention something about the week in current events, but if we are all living in a simulation, the news doesn’t matter, anyway.

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Media Matters

I guess it’s not a done deal, but it looks as though Howard Stern’s days are numbered as a “shock jock” at Sirius.

I have mixed emotions. Back in the 1990s, Stern was indeed the King of All Media. He had a hit movie, bestselling books, and his radio show. I liked him because, as a dirty young man, I could relate to him.

I especially enjoyed his, uh, talent(?) for talking all-American girls out of their knickers for the omnipresent male gaze. (See “Butt Bongo Fiesta,” pics below, if you dare.)

Man offers his bare-bottomed wife, Marie, to Howard for a spanking, above and below. She seems to like it. Click on pics for a larger view.

But in recent years he’s tarnished, if not completely destroyed, his radio legacy. He’s become a modern Howard Hughes, holed up in his penthouse, fearful of COVID and the world. He’s just a bitter, cowardly old man.

Also, it’s hard to feel sorry for a dude who’s raked in tens of millions of dollars — or more. He should never have divorced his first wife. He should never have endorsed Hillary Clinton.

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I have no problem with South Park mocking Donald Trump and Kristi Noem. It’s what the show does. I DO have a problem with the lack of mockery for low-hanging Democrat fruit like Joe Biden and Kamala Harris. That’s the opposite of edgy; it’s cowardice. 

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Other than money to be made, I don’t understand the motivation of women who do small-penis humiliation. 

Maybe this explains it:

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I stand by my suspicion that I am a teen girl trapped in an adult male’s body. How else to explain my delight listening to songs by Harry Styles (“As It Was”) and Chappell Roan (“Pink Pony Club”)?

You, too, can become a teenage girl if you spend enough time listening to upbeat, bubble-gum crap on stations like the one I listen to (KDWB in Minneapolis).

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They say A.I. will be the end of us. By “us” I mean humanity. 

In the meantime, it’s offering some startling, borderline amazing, visuals. Like this video of a dog eating a woman’s face, which is not a face but a taco salad, or something, and … well, see for yourself.

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Speaking of fakes, are these pictures of a California woman attempting to impede ICE officers for real?

I am unable to grasp her strategy. Does she believe that by cavorting naked in front of the officers and giving them erections, she will somehow abort the deportations? Hell, I don’t know, maybe it worked.

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The Grouch was off last week attending to personal business. Above, Grouch and his brother-in-law in Minnesota posing for a poster for their upcoming film, Grumpy Old Men 3.

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What do Hulk Hogan, Malcolm-Jamal Warner, and Ozzy Osbourne have in common? Yeah, they all died last week, but what else? 

My answer: I’ve heard of all of them but was never a fan of any of them.

Next up: “celebrities” I’ve never even heard of who die.

Yes, I am old.

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Big Brother is back and, as usual, I dislike nearly all of the hamsters.

Also as usual, the female hamsters sunbathing in the backyard provide welcome eye candy. (Click on the pics below for a larger view.)

There are “nudes” of some of the female houseguests circulating online. But are they real or fake? You be the judge:

Katherine Woodman

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Lauren Domingue

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Ashley Hollis

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Morgan Pope

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Finally, lest I be accused of sexism (as if I cared), here are two screencaps of host Taylor Hale doing an eye bulge in reaction to hamster Zae’s apparent pecker bulge:

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Will be back next week. In the meantime, please enjoy some Big Brother ass.

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Credibility Down the Toilet:

Ben Shapiro, Mark Levin, Pam Bondi, Dan Bongino, Kash Patel

Credibility Hanging by a Thread:

Donald Trump

Credibility Rising:

Elon Musk

Word That No Longer Means a Thing and Should Go Down the Toilet:

“Racist”

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