Kristi Kremed

“Senator, schmenator, assume the position, wiseguy.” Photo: Etienne Laurent (AP)

Sen. Alex Padilla (D-Calif.) took one for the team today, disrupting a presser by Kristi Kreme and getting the bum’s rush from her goon squad.

An old campaigner who was a field rep for Sen. Dianne Feinstein, and the son of Mexican immigrants, Padilla had to know exactly what he was doing when he acted out for the cameras — most of which, typically, remained focused on Reichstag Barbie as he got hustled out of the room.

Nevertheless, he found an audience, both in the press and at the Senate, where many Viewed With Alarm. Well, a little less than half of the senators, anyway. Outraged Democrats took to the Senate floor to deliver more than a few “Harumphs!”

I mean, my man didn’t light up a Waymo or nothin’.

The bar is mos def getting lowered. Either that or lifted, and aimed at some uptown noggins instead of the rabble downtown in L.A., ese.

Cowabunga!

Hey, kids, why should L.A. have all the fun?

If your idea of “fun” is having Cadet Bonespurs go all Rolling Thunder on you for having an overly noisy barbecue, that is.(Sorry, Waymo.)

“Let a hundred Stooges bloom!” as our Dear Wiseguy, Chairman Moe, has taught us. While that fat toddler plays with his (our!) Army men in DeeCee this Saturday, there will be a No Kings rally in The Duck! City. And judging by the map of scheduled events there is probably one in your neck of the peckerwoods, too.

No torches, no pitchforks — just a nationwide woo woo woo woo woo. A virtual finger-poke in that toddler’s piggy little eyes.

If he tries to get tough we’ll break out the big guns: The Groucho Marxists.

And remember, kids — when you’re smashing the State, keep a smile on your lips and a song in your heart:

Hello … you must be going. You cannot stay, I came to say, you must be going. It was a shame you ever came, you best be going. …

All hats, no cattle

A hat for each of his horns.

Famous sperm donor Elon Muskhat is returning to fucking up his companies instead of fucking up the government, according to The Atlantic.

And not a moment too soon.

Nobody is compelled to deal with this asshole’s companies. But it’s kind of hard to avoid dealing with the government. It’s always telling you where you can’t hike, or fucking poor people while blowing the Pentagon, or shipping your neighbors off to the Sheik of Yerbouti for challenging new careers as rare-earth miners and/or sexytime playthings.

He’s got his own town in Texas, I hear. Let him fuck that place up for a while.

Mayday!

The Soma Pescadero rocks.

We didn’t smash the State yesterday.

Herself had just returned from a nine-day trip, so she got caught up on her trail running and weight training while I settled for smashing a few climbs on the Soma Pescadero in my best socialist-red cycling kit.

I feel some remorse over not making our local May Day march, which drew either hundreds or thousands of people, depending upon your news source.

But I’m certain there will be other opportunities to hit the streets for a cause instead of just ’cause. I mean, fascists gonna fascist, amirite? We will not lack for opportunity.

Case(s) in point:

West Coast ports are bracing for a tariff-related dent in import volume:

This means that Beelzebozo’s recession has already begun:

And businesses are already planning to share the pain with their customers as tariffs start nibbling away at their bottom lines:

One thing I keep seeing in stories like these is the shock — shock! — among Beelzebozo Believers that they will be among those assuming the position as his “deals” go down.

Consider Michelle Hall, a 48-year-old secretary in Snohomish, Wash. She found shopping online with Temu “addicting and fun” — until she noticed the “import charges” piling up.

See you on the barricades, Michelle. I’ll take a day off the bike if you’ll take a day off from shopping.