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  • Mr. Trump, Do You Play Chess?

    From a Rust Belt Worker to the President Sir—do you play chess?Ever checkmate a Russian?(I hear they’re good.)Or that young kid Fischerin some pre-arrangedElon-made Grok stew? Was Magnus tough?Did you unbox himlike flat-pack furniture—extra screws left over?(I know IKEA’s Swedish,but you get my meaning.) Did Big Blue foldwhen you played “bigly”?Your Cupertino pals—they set the

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  • “Dead Man Blogging”

    “Dead Man Blogging”

    I just wanted to start writing, but the internet gods were clearly conspiring against me this morning. Here I am, almost 30 minutes later, after Windows decided to throw a tantrum with an update, and the Monarcha Bakery, home of my beloved café tres leches, declared me public enemy number one by blocking my login.

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  • “Unity in Diversity: The 2025 Inauguration’s Historical Harmony”

    The 2025 Presidential Inauguration: Where History Met Hope On a crisp January morning, coinciding with Martin Luther King Jr. Day, the nation assembled to witness the inauguration of its 47th President. The Capitol Rotunda, a symbol of America’s enduring democracy, hosted this historic event, its majestic dome overseeing a gathering that encapsulated the diversity, resilience,

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  • TikTok, tick tock, and other worn out scenarios

    Okay, haven’t we seen this movie before? It’s the one where Rocky goes up against that big Russian dude. But this time, we’ve got Jackie Chan squaring off with Rocky, which, honestly, might be a decent fight. I’d pay Netflix to host this one – it’s got to be better than their last debacle with

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  • Walmart, Michelle Obama, and fighting Irish

    “The stock market took back a little today, and the gambler in me shoved shares into quantum stock. Monday’s highlight: Trump’s swearing-in, MLK holiday, and football. But all this celebrating after every play? Junk.”

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  • Trumped up- Charges (lol)

    The Glossy Black Crow There’s this glossy black crow, sleek and sly,  Squawking and strutting, a discordant tune,  With feathers like night, he claims the sky,  A feast he insists is his alone to consume. * Before a motley court he pleads his case—  A squirrel, two pigeons, dog, and wise old cat—  Their eyes

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