Category: President Trump

Gold Stars

By Mickey Friedman November 12, 2017 God Bless those whose anger against Washington still brings their blood to a boil; whose hatred of Obama keeps them up at night. Who, every day, with undiminished yearning, live to see Hillary behinds…

Bend Over

By Mickey Friedman November 2, 2017 One man told us the meeting was great; the other was so concerned by what happened he called him a moron. Which isn’t so unusual considering how many of us are morons, and how…

If The Shoe Fits

By Mickey Friedman July 7, 2017 What I know about women’s fashion you can cram into a walnut. So, I’m probably not the best critic when it comes to evaluating what Ivanka Trump has to offer the women of the…

Trumplexa

By Mickey Friedman June 23, 2017 I recently moved and had to give up DirecTV. And surrender my remote control which knew how to skip commercials. Now with Time Warner I’m seeing TV commercials I never knew existed. Like the…

Putin v Penguins

By Mickey Friedman May 25, 2017 It’s not just John Podesta and the Dems. Or the French who’ve been hacked. Putin is after my penguin friends. For months, the website of Penguins United has been targeted. Hackers are trying an…

Paging Princess Ivanka

By Mickey Friedman April 28, 2017 Thanks to Prince Eric of Trumpovia and the United Kingdom’s Telegraph, we know Princess Ivanka, she of the large heart, prevailed upon King Donald to almost, but not quite, shed tears for the poisoned…

THE POTUS PROTOCOL

April 14, 2017 By Mickey Friedman Most Americans watch football. So they know about the concussion protocol. Football is a brutal game – I know because I’m a devoted New York Giants fan – and football players routinely smash into…

My Head Hurts

March 17, 2017 By Mickey Friedman I don’t know about you but my head hurts. My brain is bruised. Too much tapping. I survived McCarthyia, that bizarre American world of Senator Joe McCarthy and the Dulles Brothers, with a Commie…

The Bug Ban

March 3, 2017 By Mickey Friedman You never know who you’ll meet at Fuel. I was writing about my friend Frank and The Deli when this guy asked to use the outlet beneath my table to charge his phone. I…