Category: Humor

Two and a half centuries on, the few and the proud still storm the breach with grit, gallows humor, and zero hesitation to kick in the next door, whatever waits on the other side.

When devils start pricing snow tires and pitchforks double as ski poles, you know the ceasefire paperwork is real enough to fog a mirror, even if the lava in the background stays at a slow simmer.

Command squeezes inches from the ranks and calls it readiness while the real heavyweight, Waste, gulps taxpayer smoothies through a golden straw and rolls past running troops in a golf cart.

Like Axl howling into the mic back in ’91, you can feel the riff of this cartoon vibrating through the pavement—raw, unhinged, and begging the question of whether we really need another civil war and if we’ve already staged one.

You can smell the insincerity from a mile away—their grief isn’t real, it’s a performance polished over decades of double standards.

Slap a new label on the Pentagon and call it what you want—war by any other name still smells like cordite and tears.

When the nation’s capital needs Kevlar to feel safe, call it what it is—a war zone with better press passes.

The Grim Reaper leaned on his scythe, watching the so-called peace talks take shape, like a bartender who knows last call might finally be coming.

In a world where Russia bellows bravado and breaks treaties, the U.S. answers with silent, deep-sea patience—four to five Ohio-class submarines are lurking in the shadows, each armed with dozens of warheads, holding the still-fragile threads of deterrence tight as New START’s expiration looms next year.

The Justice Department talks a big game about accountability, but at this point, they’d need a GPS and divine intervention just to locate their own spine.

In Putin’s Russia, getting fired means exactly that—usually with a 9mm exit interview and a state-issued shovel for the cleanup crew.

When the ghost of Hitler starts sounding like the only guy in the room with historical perspective, you know the circus has pitched its tent in City Hall.