I’m officially in ‘the productive cough’ phase of my ick, so let’s slingshot this shit around the sun!
Former RNC chair Ronna McDaniel has been kicked to the curb by NBC News—even before she started.
Her de-hiring happened after her new coworkers went scorched earth on her pasty ass by quoting chapter and verse on how incredibly unfit, delusional, and dangerous she would be as a paid contributor for NBC.
Ok, let’s look at this: Ronna McDaniel, who was also the main squawker for the RNC, constantly criticized the press for reporting the facts about the 2020 election and spreading the Big Lie, was offered a job at NBC a few days ago, then lost said job before she had to watch those videos about company culture and why sexual harassment is bad (I like to think that vid is hosted by Matt Lauer). Who knows what’s next for her, and most importantly, who the fuck cares.
BUT, I like to imagine there’s a list of entities who would hire this #BossBabe, and it goes something like this:
—Fox News
—The Heritage Foundation
—Koch Industries
—Vlad Putin
—Nutley Erdogan
—Manager of a KOA Kampground
—the Waffle House up on the interstate
I’ll keep adding to the list as I see fit or until I get bored with her, which is right NOW.
Oh, another fun fact: Creative Artists Agency (CAA) dumped her as a client.
Maybe NBC News can hire Candace Owens. I hear she’s looking for a job.
Diddy deep-sixes himself
Ridley Scott is super pissed off because he can’t go home, thanks to the Feds, aka The Department of Homeland Security, bitches. Oh, and Sean ‘Diddy’ Combs.
See, these two gents are neighbors, and when the Feds raided not one but two of Diddy’s homes (LA/Holmby Hills and Miami) on Monday, cacophony ensued, meaning no in-zees or out-zees for residents on both blocks.
But, why oh why did the Feds hit Diddy? I mean, he seems like such a stand—fuck, I can’t finish that sentence without laughing, which normally is great but remember: Julia’s in the productive cough phase of her flu.
Turns out the Didster is into trafficking women for sex—allegedly. Diddy’s ex-galpal R&B Icon Cassie, in late 2023, accused him of rape, sex trafficking, abuse, and all that comes with that whole bag of horrors.
The Feds removed phones, computers and people, apparently from both homes. And, by people, I mean two of his kids, sons Justin and Christian Combs, were handcuffed along with another unknown dude at Diddy’s LA manse.
But where is Diddy? Oh, he pulled a Polanski and high-tailed it out of here on his PJ to some Caribbean island with, I’m guessing, lax extradition laws.
Gag me with a SHUTTY
A New York judge has FUCKING HAD IT with Donald Trump running his hamberder and ‘I get more ice cream than you because me the president’ chute, so the judge barred the fat bastard from yammering on and on about witnesses, the court, the judge, the prosecutors, the court staff and all things court/case related before his upcoming hush money criminal trial.
Simply, Judge Juan M. Merchan told Trump to SHUTTY HIS YAP YAP.
Of course, Trump’s acolytes are pissing and moaning that this gag order goes against Dingus’s First Amendment rights.
Butttt, they don’t. The judge was careful to add that the official shutty is for the trial & those directly involved in it. There’s no shutty for campaign rhetoric. Time will tell if Dingus will shutty or not. I’m guessing he won’t shutty because he can’t shutty about anything.
Now, this is a great headline. By the way, POTUS candidate RFK Jr. chose a running mate. I initially thought this choice could hurt Biden, but naaah.. it won’t. But that won’t stop the upcoming onslaught of think pieces penned by self-important pundits.
Oh, for FUCK’S SAKE!
How can any doctor think menopause is herpes? How, on Dog’s green Earth, can a doctor with eleventy billion hours of training mistake menopause for herpes? HOW HOW HOW?
Well, it happened to actress Halle Berry. See, she and her man were about to engage in some humpin’ when she felt intense pain in her vagina. So, natch, she went to the doc who said, ‘THIS IS THE WORST CASE OF HERPES I’VE EVER SEEN!’
Ms. Berry shot back (paraphrasing here), ‘I DO NOT HAVE THE GIFT THAT KEEPS ON GIVING, GOOD SIR! I DON’T HUM THE HERPES SONG WHEN I FEEL PAIN IN MY NETHER REGIONS!’
Long story short, it worked out for Ms. Berry because she was able to use her status and, eventually, her platform to talk about the joys of perimenopause. See, the big pic here is that many in the medical profession don’t know dick about menopause, and many in the same medical profession ignore us women when we have symptoms that we believe should be checked out. AND many in the medical profession IGNORE WOMEN OF COLOR WHEN IT COMES TO THEIR HEALTH CONCERNS. Don’t believe me? Ask, well, Halle Berry, Serena Willams, Allyson Felix, Beyonce, and Michelle Obama—to name a few—AND the scores of other women of color who’ve experienced hellish medical care but were either shushed, ignored, OR were lucky to have an advocate. It’s infuriating.
Anyway, I’d love to wax rhapsodic with Ms. Berry about hot flashes, which really add to one’s glow and the ever-present brain fog, making you kookier to your friends and family, along with all of the soul and body-killing perimenopause goodies that all women will experience—if we’re lucky enough to live this long.
Sigh. What a good time we coulda had. Sigh.