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Which Corleone is Il Douche?
Tags: Il Douche
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January 4, 2020 at 9:22 am |
I keep trying to remember how the constitutional scholars and presidential historians tell us the USA’s democracy will be just fine/recover after Don the Con’s reign comes to an end, whenever that may be.
But when you think about climate change – there are no time-outs while this bozo’s ranting about clean coal and toilets and once wars start (like the mess he’s stirring up with Iran) they never end well. These things can’t be undone once this clown’s in jail, or at least just on TV shows where we can turn him off.
Gawd help us all if he manages to get another term.
Happy F–king New Year!
January 4, 2020 at 4:55 pm |
Dexter Filkins weighs in with his take on Don Corpulento’s latest hit.
January 4, 2020 at 9:37 am |
If this wannabe ass wipe was born into a mob family, he would have been swimming with the fishes long before now.
January 4, 2020 at 4:31 pm |
Dude thinks he’s Vito, acts like Sonny, and makes Fredo look like a double Mikey with a side of Hyman Roth.
January 4, 2020 at 10:59 am |
I wanted to post a photo. Unsuccessful. So I blather. Mention the POSPOTUS and The Godfather and I think oranges. The bright, juicy visual accompaniment to public and domestic death. Bucolic in a grove and garden; riotous pops of color in a restaurant; punctuating low lit domestic scenes; produce on a grimy street
The Don(s) as The Prankster; The Monster scaring children and men; The Crime Boss.
January 4, 2020 at 11:49 am |
Oh, that reminds me the blood orange (tarocco) season is coming soon here in Sicily 🙂
January 4, 2020 at 4:28 pm |
There was a lot of food in the original, no? I remember everybody eating all the time. Clemenza teaching Mike how to make pasta and sauce for a crowd. “Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.” “How’s the Italian food in this restaurant?” “We don’t discuss business at the table.”
January 4, 2020 at 5:53 pm |
You didn’t grow up in a Sicilian family, did you? (which explains my fascination with both food and lupara)
January 4, 2020 at 6:13 pm |
The lupara. Now that is a home defense gun. Not some plastic parkerized piece of shit. Nothing beats the sound of that external hammer being cocked. Even cowboys loved ’em. Called them coach guns.
January 4, 2020 at 10:10 pm
Racking a round into an 870 or Ithaca 37 is pretty impressive too.
January 4, 2020 at 7:31 pm |
One of my college bros was North Denver Eyetalian. Another was San Luis Valley Chicano. Boy, did we ever eat when we visited those households. It was nothing short of miraculous, the way food would fly out of those kitchens and into our faces.
January 5, 2020 at 2:14 am |
The wife’s grandmother used to talk about the North Denver Eyetalians. Sounds like most were from Sicily. It’s interesting how the food from a particular Italian region ends up defining “cucina Italiana” for your average ‘Murican – my mother used to go on about the “Italian” bread they had back in Buffalo, NY when she was growing up. I brought her a book once illustrating probably 100 different breads made in Italy – she gave it the “Livia Soprano” hand gesture with a typical, “Eh, what do they know?” I’d ask, “But Mom, is there only one kind of bread in the USA – WONDER?” but it was no use.
January 5, 2020 at 1:50 pm
Your mom was raised in Buffalo? What part of Buffalo? That’s where my mom’s family grew up. Foot of Main Street.
Both sides of my mom’s family were from the South. Grandma from Sicily and Grandpa from somewhere near Naples.
January 5, 2020 at 6:33 am |
The Brangoccios and Martinezes were a real eye-opener for a kid whose culinary history was written by Betty Crocker.
These moms would hit the kitchen like aproned Tasmanian devils, and the food didn’t stop coming until someone called an ambulance.
The boys learned how to cook too, something unheard of in my house. I opened cans and packages and spent a lot of money in restaurants before finally buying a couple of cookbooks and having a go at making, y’know, actual, like, meals, an’ stuff.
January 5, 2020 at 8:09 am
Same here. My mother was a Betty Crocker disciple to the point she’d buy the cake mixes and doctor ’em up rather than bake anything from scratch. The final straw (insult) was some gawdawful recipe that called for buying Fritos brand corn chips and smashing them up to make a sort of corn tortilla. Can you say bass-ackward, with a bunch of dough sent to Frito-Lay vs buying some corn meal (masa?) like a normal person?
The world of real food was an eye-opener for me, but I’ve never looked back while Big-Food USA continues to make a fortune hawking sugar, salt and fat to the masses. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salt_Sugar_Fat:_How_the_Food_Giants_Hooked_Us
January 4, 2020 at 4:59 pm |
I keep thinking the perfect Democratic candidate against tRump would be from my favorite Peter Sellers film (Being There) . Stay quiet, smile knowingly now and then and keep any spoken words simple and to a bare minimum. The exact opposite of Adolph tRump.
Let everyone else run around in circles, dither and babble endlessly while you ride the escalator serenely to the top floor.
January 4, 2020 at 7:37 pm |
All hail Peter Sellers. “Doctor Strangelove” may be my favorite, though the “Pink Panther” flicks were hysterical.
Of course, we are having another Strangelove moment as we speak. Alas, the sequel is rarely as good as the original.
January 4, 2020 at 10:11 pm |
When I started working at Los Alamos, my mentor gave me a copy of Dr. Strangelove and said it was required viewing before I started working in the bomb factory. I passed it along to my post doc.
January 4, 2020 at 7:05 pm |
I find it very strange the vehicle carrying the dead General is a Chevrolet. Who’s importing these to Iran? Are we also arming them?
January 4, 2020 at 7:32 pm |
That’s the way we earn the big bucks. Arm both sides, let ’em go at each other for a while, then bomb them flat and arm them all over again. They’ll also need food and medicine, so, yeah, win-win.
January 5, 2020 at 6:13 pm |
Also noticed that most of Soleimani‘s aides were wearing US brand fatigues and gear. Once folks start shootings, dealers win regardless of the outcome
January 7, 2020 at 3:02 am |
But isn’t that stuff (like all the MAGA crap) actually made in China?
January 4, 2020 at 7:53 pm |
It’s a very bad nightmare. Ahhhhh!
January 4, 2020 at 7:58 pm |
Thank you for your clear perspective and humor through this nightmare. I originally started as a Brain reader. I will always be following the Mad Dog. Thanks for your independent mind.
January 5, 2020 at 6:34 am |
Thank you for appreciating my feeble attempts to entertain, TJ. I don’t always get it done, but I keep trying.
January 5, 2020 at 6:16 am |
The world is burning, and these, I just don’t know what to call them anymore, morons are spending money and lives on killing each other. And they want to drag the rest of the world into it. The insanity of it all is truly unbelievable to me.
January 5, 2020 at 6:35 am |
Fighting over the last seat in a leaky lifeboat on fire in an oily sea full of mutant zombie sharks.
January 5, 2020 at 7:17 am |
January 5, 2020 at 2:32 pm |
Smoke from the Australian bush fires has reached NZ. This was Auckland yesterday.
https://www.stuff.co.nz/national/118600192/australia-bushfires-yellow-auckland-sky-could-return-but-wind-change-will-shift-it
January 5, 2020 at 4:08 pm |
Wowza. It’s always a surprise to find out how far smoke will travel. In Colorado and New Mexico we frequently gnaw on crunchy air from blazes in Arizona. Keep the respirator handy.