In this week’s Week:
Harris floats away,
The Swiss don’t miss a slay.
Rodents invade L.A.,
Meet black genius Tasshay,
And in Florida you’re DOA.
Yes, it turns out that my rat problem from earlier in the year is actually the entire county’s problem. We’re lousy with rats. Then again, we just got rid of George Gascon, the filthiest rat ever. We handed a defeat to George Soros of such magnitude, in terms of defeating Gascon and ending Proposition 47’s decriminalization of theft, Soros wishes he were back in fascist Hungary 1944. He was more appreciated there than he is today in L.A.
As I wrote back in 2020, “The greatest tragedy of the Holocaust is that the one Jew who deserved to die survived.” As much as I hate to see Soros keep on living like some unkillable demon, I’m genuinely glad to know that he lived long enough to see L.A. kick him to the curb.
Why not try dying now, George. I’m off the wagon and, bladder filled with booze, I could use a grave to piss on.
Of course, Monday night’s column will be my post-election wrap-up, but for today, enjoy The Week!
The Week That Perished
And if you get a laugh or two, why not buy your humble friend and author a beer?
These are happy times. Spread the joy!
I don't often throw out a hallelujah but it was deserved on Tuesday night when so many scumbags, like Gascon, got tossed out of office. Good riddance!
"The catalysts (or ratalysts) of L.A.’s rodent problem are nebbishy Westside Jews, who’ve been complaining to City Hall that feral cats were pooping in their yards, so the city rounded up and euthanized the ferals. Congratulations, Shmuley; you Holocausted the cats and now your backyard’s filled with reminders of what Goebbels thought you looked like." Maybe Art Spegelman can do an updated version of MAUS about it: "The Jews are the mice, and the rats are the, uh, rats!"