this week in stupid, June 20 edition

Jesse Watters shuns it, Preznit Fuckwit runs it, and so much more...

as another stupid week comes to a close here in America, let’s look back at the dumbest fucking shit that happened.

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monday: folks, is saying stupid shit gay?

Fox News found object Jesse Watters sure spends a lot of time obsessing over stupid stuff no one else does.

“it’s national fudge day but I thought it would be too gay, so I did pickle cake instead.”

the question must be asked: what the fuck is wrong with Jesse Watters? dude has way too many rules about how men should act. ‘don’t suck on a straw in public.’ ‘don’t cross your legs.’ ‘don’t go shopping.’ normal people don’t even think about stuff like this.

but then I started wondering, what if I’m wrong? what if fudge is the gayest thing ever, and I’m the only one who doesn’t know it? so I did the only thing a Responsible Journalist and Everything™ like myself could do, given the situation. I turned to Google’s janky six-fingered plagiarism robot, and asked it ‘is fudge gay?’ — and this is what it told me:

‘No, fudge is just a dessert.’

there you have it, folks. whew.

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tuesday: fore!

oh look, Christofascist pastor Dale Partridge has worked himself into Big Righteous Mad. let’s find out why.

“think about how much money our government and our culture has spent on supporting the efforts of people who hate Christ, all while the church in America can’t even afford a building. like, I pay rent for our church in a golf clubhouse.”

homey, let me stop you right there. that’s your complaint? that your clowntastic White Nationalist church is in a golf clubhouse? pal, you’re missing the obvious: that’s not a problem — that’s the premise for a hit movie.

it’s Caddyshack, but with a fucked-up, makeshift fascist Church. it’s Prayershack!

bro, that’s comedy gold.

here’s what you do: you get Bill Murray, stick him in a clerical collar, tell him to reprise his Carl the Groundskeeper character — except now he’s a priest — and just let him improvise.

so now you got that going for you. which is nice.

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wednesday: the further adventures of Greg, the littlest impaler

his fleeting run for the presidency may have ended just as quickly as it began, but everyone’s favorite microscopic Nazi is still making news.

Vlad the Impaler was the OG Border Patrol Agent of Romania. They called him ‘ruthless’ and ‘vicious,’ but he cared about his people and protected their borders.

I have to say that I don’t think any of us had ‘Vlad the Impaler had some good ideas’ on our Fascist Dipshit Bingo cards, but here were are.

so, for those of you keeping score at home: fudge is bad, having to have your church in a golf clubhouse is sad, but some 15th-century shit-kazoo who got his rocks off by jamming a stake into the abdomen of any jamoke who looked at him funny is totes awesome.

but here’s a fun thing I discovered while checking out the Bite-Size Nazi’s tweet: Obergruppenführer Greg has way too much free time on his hands. he spent hours responding to everyone who insulted him. he’s also not very creative with his replies.

now there’s a life well-lived.

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thursday: new Biden scandal drops

the MAGAverse has a fucked-up thing they’ve been doing for a while now: they’ll take a photo of Joe Biden doing perfectly normal stuff, and use it as proof that Sleepy McAutopen is a demented, drooling mess.

go fuck yourself blue in the face, New York Post. Biden wasn’t lost, or wandering — he was simply asking where his granddaughter was. stop making shit up.

look, you predatory assholes: it’s high time to leave Joe Biden the fuck alone. he hasn’t been in office for over two years seventeen months (you can all stop emailing me with corrections). he’s battling cancer. he doesn’t need this shit right now.

you want a genuine demented old man to follow around? there happens to be one right now who’s power-loading his diaper in the Oval Bordello. someone please go stop him before he empties it on his head again.

speaking of which—

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friday: the further adventures of Some Fucking Idiot™

on Friday, some fucking idiot woke up in full defensive mode.

We didn’t meet out of desperation, Iran did. They are FINISHED! We’ll play out the 60 days. They get no money, not ten cents!

oh, please. methinks the fucking idiot doth protest too much.

we all read the memorandum of a concept of a sketch of an idea of a notion of a preliminary plan to maybe have an agreement — the one that the fucking idiot scrawled his klan-hood signature on at the Palace of Versailles, of all places.

he gave away the store. Iran gets everything it wanted, and America gets bupkis. awesome job, dumb-ass.

some fucking idiot has also fully bought into the latest MAGA conspiracy theory: that his repainted Epstein Reflecting Pool isn’t currently choked with algae because the fucking idiot gave the job to some crony who had no idea what they were doing. no, the whole thing has gone to shit because vandals.

apparently, members of Antifa’s Water Terror Wing have been walking around with algae in their pockets, and when no one is looking, they sprinkle a little into the pool, here and there — and this photo is the fucking idiot’s proof:

does the fucking idiot really believe that if Antifa’s Water Terror Wing actually existed, they would label themselves so that everyone knew who they were? spoiler alert: yes he really does believe it — because he’s a fucking idiot.

the fucking idiot had just one public event on his Friday schedule: to show off that vulgar flying bordello that Qatar gave him as a bribe. apparently, the fucking idiot forgot where he was and started wandering aimlessly.

do you think the New York Post might be interested in covering that, or are they too busy shitting all over Joe Biden?

when the fucking idiot’s handlers finally got him in front of the microphone, he was an incoherent mess.

did you know that the fucking idiot is going to have a July 4 flyover, the likes of which nobody’s ever seen? it’s going to be a flyover like few thought possible. maybe even the greatest flyover of all time — a big, strong flyover, with tears in its eyes.

the fucking idiot fucked up the Space Nazi’s name.

of all the things that pilots have never done, asking for a raise in the middle of a flight just might be the one thing they’ve never done the most.

because why? because the pilot will crash the plane if the answer is no, killing everyone including themselves, is that the point of the fucking idiot’s anecdote? yeah, that makes perfect sense to me.

and even though all that dumbfuckery was happening right in front of their faces, not one reporter stood up and ask ‘what the fuck is wrong with you?’

how fucking idiotic is that?

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saturday: ?

hey, it’s still morning as I sit here writing this — but give it time, I guarantee you that some dipshit wingnut is going to do something stupid before the day is over. you can set your watch to it.

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it’s time for some Daily Claudia, isn’t it?

this first one isn’t a photo, but I do think you’ll enjoy this screen shot from July 1, 2023, when I texted Ms Spouse with a simple question — ‘do we want a bee house?’ — and got a very unequivocal answer.

and here’s Our Lady of the Restaurant on the Hudson River patio of Half Moon in Dobbs Ferry, NY, on August 25, 2025.

have a non-stupid Saturday, everyone. remember, you do not want a bee house.

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this is going to be my closing message for the foreseeable future:

practice self-care. do what you need to do to keep sane. if that means you need to disengage with my daily posts for a while, I get it. this community of ours will still be here when you return.

to all the people who have signed on in the days since the election, welcome aboard. settle in as we all try to deal with the shitfuckery that’s ahead of us.

we are all in this together, and we are all here for each other.