Kristi Kremed

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“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.

R.I.P., Brian Wilson

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A classic.

Now it’s dark. And he’s alone. But he won’t be afraid. Peace to Brian Wilson, his family, friends, and many, many fans.

Give us your favorite Beach Boys tunes in comments. This is one of mine.

For some reason I had “I Get Around” stuck in my head the other day. Maybe because I did. Always looking for a place where the kids were hip.

Cowabunga!

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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. …