America’s Froth of July

By Moristotle









Worshippers pump up his act of demigod,
rallying to bump him to an epilogue,
    playing their role assigned, his chumps,
    repeating loud his smashing thumps,
humping to install him two-term demagogue.

Copyright © 2019 by Moristotle

West Coast Observer: The comedy isn’t funny

By William Silveira

The persistence of local Trump support – that is, around my part of California’s Central San Joaquin Valley – is baffling. To write a whole column about it would be a challenge I’m not sure I could meet. Trump is our Comedian in Chief, and it is sad that too many people still find him entertaining, not to mention what an insult it is to the American taxpayer that his or her dollars go to pay for Trump’s road shows, like Monday’s in El Paso.

Boldt Words & Images: The Bronze Age of Comedy

Three golden anomalies

By Bob Boldt

Bert Kreischer (aka The Machine) is a comic I just discovered (I don’t get out much) who does his routine without his shirt covering his beer belly. In what I call “The Bronze Age of Comedy,” he now stands alone with my other two anomalies, Puddles Pity Party (Mike Geier) and Louis C.K. You can keep the tapes of all the MSC’s (mainstream comics) in the Carson vault awaiting the Alien Apocalypse: Colbert, Silverman, Fallon, Kimmel, etc. – boring. All the Progressive Left have to keep themselves amused are the hyperbolic Jimmy Dore and Lee Camp. (Also very boring.)