Round Up the Usual Suspects Exactly who do they think they’re kidding?!?! Between their fancy-pants cocktail parties, cocaine orgies and bleeding-heart red carpet oratory, the Hollyweird Elites want you and me to see the world via the same distorted funhouse mirror perspective they have. So they pack their films with subtly slanted messages. First cousin … READ MORE
I’M MADDER THAN A HIPPIE IN A SHOWER FACTORY! Now I hear there’s a new breed of swamp-scum slithering through cyberspace: CRYPTO KIDNAPPERS. That’s right, folks—these pixel-pirates are snatching folks right off the digital highway and demanding their ransom in pretend money. Not dollars. Not gold. Not even good ol’ fashioned Chuck E. Cheese tokens. … READ MORE
Folks, it’s your ol’ pal Ed Anger, and I’m so steamed I could fry an egg on my forehead and serve it with a side of righteous fury! The eggheads in Washington and Silicon Valley have gone and cooked up a doozy this time. And I’m here to blow the lid off their latest scam! … READ MORE
Folks, I’m madder than a wet hen in a hailstorm, and if you’re not, you ain’t paying attention! This country’s going to hell in a handbasket, and the latest proof is that music mogul Sean “Diddy” Combs is turning Tinsel Town into a one-man crime spree! I’m telling you, this guy’s got Hollywood shaking in … READ MORE
Folks, I’m so steamed I could boil my own head in a pot of clam chowder! Just when you think the world can’t get any dumber, those pointy-headed Eurocrats in Brussels go and prove me wrong. Word on the street—and by street, I mean the patriotic pavement of Main Street, USA—is that the European Union … READ MORE
Folks, I’m so steamed I could fry an egg on my forehead! Airline travel these days is a one-way ticket to Miseryville, and I’m sick and tired of it! Back in the good ol’ days, flying was a treat—stewardesses in sharp uniforms, legroom you could stretch a horse in, and meals that didn’t taste like … READ MORE
Well, slap my hide and call me a patriot, folks! The day I’ve been hollerin’ about for years has finally come, and I’m madder than a wet hen that it took this long! President Donald J. Trump—God bless that beautiful head of hair—has signed an executive order that’s gonna make America’s showers great again, and … READ MORE
Well, folks, I’m madder than a hornet in a windstorm, and it’s all because of these blasted tariffs that President Trump just slapped on the world like a big ol’ “Made in America” sticker! I’m telling you, I’ve been steaming ever since I heard about this “Liberation Day” nonsense—10% on everything coming into the good … READ MORE
Folks, I’m madder than a wet hen in a tote sack, and you know why? Paper straws! Those limp, soggy, good-for-nothing excuses for drinking implements have been shoved down our throats—literally—for years now by the tree-hugging, granola-crunching, save-the-planet nitwits who think they’re smarter than the rest of us. Well, I’ve had it up to my … READ MORE
Listen up, you green-beer-guzzling, shamrock-waving lunatics—I’ve had it up to my eyeballs with this St. Patrick’s Day baloney! Every March, the whole country turns into a bunch of giggling, emerald-clad nitwits, prancing around like leprechauns on a bender, and I’m madder than a wet hen in a hailstorm about it! This holiday is nothing but … READ MORE