Not anymore.
Not for everyone.
Add Goldie Hawn, once one of the cutest faces in all of celebrityhood (did I just invent another word?) to the list of desperate old buzzards clinging fiercely to their last vestiges of youth with beauty-destroying cosmetic surgery.
Artificial cheekbones.
Plastic skin pulled tight.
Duck lips.
Sad.
James Blair possesses a bachelor’s degree in finance from Florida State University, and has been appointed by President Trump to be his White House Deputy Chief of Staff and be the point man for the upcoming 2026 midterm elections.
But he is known in the press simply as a “Trump goon.”
His mother must be so proud.
Somebody will have to take the fall if the elections do not turn out favorably for the red side.
We already know damn well who will take the credit if they somehow win…
Do you know who your friends are?
No, not chums, amigos, pals, buddies, cohorts, running mates, or members of your posse…..
I’m talking about friends.
The ones that show up every time you need them.
Every time.
The ones that you would show up for every time they need you.
Every time.
At any given point in time in my life, I would tell you that I had a “few” friends.
Maybe 3 or 4.
But there would be about fifty others that would claim friendship with me.
Check out this song titled coincidentally enough, Friends. I wrote it in 1990 when I was fronting a rock band called Bad Intent.
Here’s a twist: some dude is breaking up his band due to “unprofessionalism” and “lack of accountability.”
Hell, I thought those were reasons for starting a band in the first place.
How times have changed…
If you actually read any of the daily horseshit that passes for news these days you just might get the impression that illegal aliens are the only criminals in our country.
Hmmm.
No wonder the president wants them out.
Right.
That little bald lawn gnome Vladimir Putin, the World’s Oldest-Looking Gerber Baby, is in the news again as his subordinates were found to be laughing after referring to our own Chief Executive behind his back as “Putin’s special fool.”
Now I am not a politician nor do I pretend to be, but even an old country boy like me knows that is not a flattering term.
Better not tell him.
Since he is so fired up about naming everything in his honor, the president will be elated to know that I just named my latest bowel movement Donald J. Trump.
So another “influencer” exposed when his toupee was pulled off his skinhead on camera…
Tres embarrassment.
That also goes for the numerous dipwads that “followed” and “liked” this douchebag and now want nothing to do with him.
And as bad as things might be right now, count your blessings.
I read somewhere that the president actually considered puppy-killer Kristi Noem to be his running mate before selecting JD Vance.
Stay well.
