Author: Elise Patkotak

If you are looking for a rant about gun ownership and how it needs to be sensibly regulated, you’re preaching to the choir. But that’s not the real issue. The real issue is how gun regulation can’t get a toehold in Congress despite the overwhelming support of Americans of every political party. I guess most Americans have come to the realization that mass murderers don’t ask for your political affiliation before they shoot you. Being a 2nd Amendment conservative Republican won’t protect you from a bullet.

So if Congress represents us, the people, then how come their position on gun Continue reading →

Not only did she apparently have to at least once have slept with that jiggling tub of lard she is married to, but when she tries to actually say or do something nice, he just gets thrown in her face anyhow. So today when she tweeted about it being ‘do a nice thing” day or some such shit, she gets slammed for not making her husband nice first.

I’ll bet she thought she won when she bagged him. Now she realizes it makes her one of the biggest losers in the history of mankind.

Maybe we need to start a Continue reading →

The current occupant of the White House has some fairly fanatical supporters who wish we could just go back to the good old days of the 1950s when America’s economy was thriving, women were secretaries and men ruled. Well, let me clarify that. White men ruled. It seems that now that their hegemony over the rest of the world is being challenged, they are getting more than a little nervous. I totally understand their concerns.

I grew up in that world of the fifties. There was an order to be followed and everyone followed it. Maybe not all were following Continue reading →

I don’t see what all the fuss is about. We have at least one school shooting a week. Isn’t that our new normal? I mean, aren’t all Americans entitled to all the guns they might want no matter how powerful or deadly or meant only for killing other humans? Isn’t that the NRA stance? And isn’t that what all the pussy-assed politicians are kissing NRA butt to keep legal because their powerful position is more important than the lives of any teenager? Continue reading →

Thoughts on an early Thursday morning…

According to resident black magic witch Kellyanne Conway, if a woman is strong and intelligent, she can’t be abused. Hmmm… I guess that makes me a weak idiot. Because I was in an abusive marriage. Not for long, but for what now seems like a brief five minutes in my life, I learned that someone you think you love can be unbearably cruel both physically and mentally to you. And what that happens, the initial confusion makes rational decisions difficult to impossible.

I had never seen abuse growing up. My father and mother had Continue reading →

No, I did not listen to it. The sound of his voice makes me want to start cutting myself. The snippets I’ve read haven’t changed my mind on this POS. And I think the look on Melania’s face as she stood in the audience tells me that she is not a happy camper at all. Waiting to see how long before she moves back to NYC.

We have got to take back the Senate and House. This disgrace to our country simply can’t continue. Continue reading →

Can’t listen to tonight’s speech by the POS currently sullying the White House. My ears are too sensitive. I fear they would start bleeding before he finished his first pack of lies, let alone his second and third.

Nope, I think I’ll just watch Big Bang reruns and dream of the time when we actually had a literate, intelligent gentleman as our president. It seems so long ago… Continue reading →

The POS currently sullying the White House thinks he might get an invite to the royal wedding. Really? They want a buffoon at their wedding? Only way they invite him is if he’s the comic relief. Continue reading →

Apparently the POS currently sullying the White House was not invited to Davos. He just went because he wanted to. Suddenly I have a lot more respect for Davos. Even they know he a fool. Yep, rich apparently doesn’t cure stupid. Continue reading →