While you goyim run outside to see a Mercedes with a big bow-tie on it (I assume that’s what you people do, it’s every other damn commercial during football), I’m inside looking at retailer stock prices and rubbing my grubby Jew paws together while cackling.

Something that gave me hope for America was having a bright young man over here last night who had been homeschooled, started college early, and was trying to figure out whether he was more of a minarchist or an an-cap. Good luck in college- they’re do everything they can to beat that out of you.

Sic transit gloria Lainie. My father used to drool over the younger version of her, but he was always a sucker for a large set of boobs.

There are old pilots and there are stupid pilots. There are no old, stupid pilots.

Pope Frankie lectures us all. Just curious, does Vatican City welcome immigrants? (BTW: my Honduran next door neighbor dropped in last night while we were all having drinks- and he brought multiple bottles with him. Yahweh bless our new citizens)

The Palestinian Arabs learned the Washington Monument maneuver from us. Well done, you killed commerce for your co-tribalists. Let’s see how the money-beg to the US works out for you. While we’re looking at news from the least important part of the Middle East, looks like Guatemala is moving their embassy to a better chunk of real estate. Rumor is that Romania is next, so I’m planting the suggestion in the Elders of Zion’s sidelock-bordered ears that they request Pie as the ambassador.

Old Guy music presents to you the best Christmas song ever written.