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Last week, in a combination confessional and gambling advice post, I talked about my online sports betting.

The point then — and now — was that DraftKings provided so many promotions for things such as table games it made it possible for someone like me to be terrible betting on sports and still make money on the site.

Fast-forward to Friday and famed investor Jim Chanos was out publicly with word that he’s shorting the stock of DraftKings. To be short a stock is to be betting on a decline in its price so the shares you borrowed to sell now can be bought back later at a lower price, giving you a profit.

One downside of shorting is your potential losses are infinite, while your potential gains are limited to the price of the stock – it can only go to zero.

And DraftKings stock predictably dropped Friday on the Chanos news, closing at $28.37 a share, off $2.93 for the day. Chanos reasoned that DraftKings spends too much on its marketing and can’t be expected to make money until that changes.

I’m no genius, but I had wondered often about a business model giving away so much money. Chanos seemed to be thinking the same, but I’m doubting he came to this conclusion by eking out $10 in promotional profit dollars as I often did.

I will note that DraftKings has cut back of late on the no-brainer table games incentives, so maybe they had gotten the message prior to the Chanos declaration.

Regardless, Chanos is a bit late to the party with his short. DraftKings stock traded over $71 a share as recently as late March of this year.

Also, lest you paint Chanos as an investment genius, he publicly claimed to be short Tesla stock in May of 2016. By January of 2021, Tesla stock was up 1800. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch

DraftKings can only dream that Chanos will be as wrong on this short bet.

This whole Chanos-DraftKings matter is instructive on several levels.

First, lest you think the experts you see on TV business shows are somehow superhuman, understand they make plenty of mistakes. They just are slow to revisit them.

It also occurs to me, with regret, it’s too late for me to pursue a career as a TV weather guy, for which I seem to be qualified in terms of results.

Allow me to expand. I’m consistently hitting maybe two or three out of every 10 sports bets, which is terrible. Many of my wins are like the situation I’m currently in, an opportunity pointed out to me by my son, where DraftKings offered two betting boosts on the Alabama-Georgia SEC title game, allowing one to lock in a profit by betting both sides.

If Georgia were to win by 7 or more points, I’d get a bigger profit. But even if Alabama covers, I still make more money than I spent on betting on both Georgia and Alabama.

Should Chanos be reading this – about as likely as me running off 50 consecutive correct sports bets – you’re right, Jim, about the DraftKings marketing costs, but . . .

Back to the weather guy angle – they are lionized for being right maybe two or three times out of 10.

At our local station, the Armageddon Severe Weather Stormwatch We’re All Going To Die reports are, more often not, exercises in spewing weather doom porn.

Afterward, if they have overstated things, which is most often the case, they show up in subsequent broadcasts telling the viewers how lucky we are to have dodged a bullet.

And if they actually got it right, there is an orgy of self-congratulation that threatens to tear both rotator cuffs from excessive patting on the back.

Chanos likely will exhibit this behavior down the line. If DraftKings stock continues to tank, he’ll show up on shows to take some bows.

But, if the DK stock soars like Tesla, the Chanos short will be relegated to the dustbin of bad investment decisions and discussion of same will be avoided in pleasant company.

Unsolicited advice to disgraced CNN anchor Chris “Fredo” Cuomo: If the bosses offer you a fishing trip on a small boat, don’t go.

On second thought, do go, and take disgraced big brother Andrew Cuomo with you. Swimming with the fishes sounds like fun.

Smug and arrogant, Fredo Cuomo not inexplicably had a prime time gig with CNN, AKA Fake News. Fredo sometimes used this electronic soap box to spar verbally with, but always end up fawning over, Andrew.

The COVID-19 crisis was the pinnacle for the Brothers Cuomo. Andrew won an Emmy for his COVID-19 press conferences even as charges mounted against him — from killing elderly in nursing homes by mandating that those facilities take in COVID-infected patients, to being all hands and lips too often when females were around.

Andrew eventually got drummed out of the New York Governor’s office on the sexual misconduct allegations. Fatally mismanaging nursing homes apparently is OK.

And that same series of sexual indiscretions with females that brought down Andrew also snared Fredo, who violated just about every aspect of the so-called journalistic code, then lied about it to the public and to his bosses regarding the ways he was helping his brother combat allegations.

CNN looked the other way for a very long time, but finally has announced that Fredo is suspended “indefinitely.” Many are presuming that means he’s gone, at least from CNN.

No doubt the garbage dump of MSNBC, the same cable “news” operation that had an operative tailing the jury bus in the Kyle Rittenhouse trial, will be eager to add Fredo to the Rachel Maddow misinformation stream.

But for now Fredo twists in the wind. The official CNN on-air announcement of Fredo’s suspension spoke volumes about the network. Anderson Cooper delivered the news while CNN legal analyst Jeffrey Toobin was on the set with him.

That might provide hope for Fredo. If CNN is willing to put Toobin back on the air, after he very famously masturbated during a Zoom call, in the view of colleagues both male and female, then maybe Fredo’s lapse won’t prove fatal to his career.

But if Fredo is gone, we must pause a moment and observe that karma is, indeed, a female dog.

Now if only karma can catch up to Hunter Biden, another Fredo-like character whose chief talent is monetizing the family name.

Welcome to the era of Ready, Shoot, Aim! or its sister school of thought When In Doubt, Panic!

Thoughtful deliberation these days brands one as a dinosaur. To be measured in one’s response is to be timid, labeled a denier and, most importantly, subject to legal action by the Monday Morning Quarterbacks who now all seem to practice ambulance-chasing law.

Better to be quick and be wrong, than to wait and be proven correct, even if that can take some time.

We have another variation of COVID-19, which perhaps you have read was Nu, now updated to Omicron.

Initial reactions were to overreact as if the barbarians were at the gate and the police force had been de-funded.

Investment markets cratered on the initial news of the virus variation.

Politicians are in a mad dash to one-up each other in terms of draconian measures to limit travel and the like.

Just today there were dueling stories about where we go from here, with each claiming the high road of following “the science.”

In Germany, an expert from a biotech company advised the populace “Don’t freak out,” explaining that vaccines would work against the variation. Presumably it’s the same for herd immunity acquired from having had the illness.

Also, the guy said the Omicron symptoms should be mild, even if you become infected.

But a Moderna executive said the current vaccines likely won’t work and a new cocktail of such will be needed moving forward. It no doubt is mere coincidence that this will allow drug makers such as, say, Moderna, to sell a lot more vaccines.

Weighing against the Omicron panic is word from South Africa , the variation’s alleged epicenter, that cases declined by about 400, from 2,308 on Nov. 28 to 1,909 on Nov. 29. The total had been 700 higher two days before Nov. 29.

This is not the stuff of a raging epidemic, especially if the symptoms of the infected are relatively mild.

Also arguing against panic in general is the report from an Oxford professor that face diapers (masks) seem to make little difference regarding infection rates of COVID in general. England dropped its mask mandate in July while Scotland kept its mask mandate in force.

Remember when self-proclaimed genius Fauci said if one mask it good, two, three or more are even better?

There has been “no meaningful difference” since the policy change between the infection rates in the two countries.

Mammoth investment bank Goldman Sachs, which like Moderna also has a vested interest considering how the Omicron hysteria has punished investing markets, has come down hard on the side of this being yet more over-reaction from politicians eager for any way to push their ridiculous agendas.

Which side is correct? In the final analysis, you get to make the call.

Will you buy into yet more hype and hysteria; more doom porn?

Or, will you use your brain for more than packing to limit echoes in your cranium and wait to see what the “actual science” of real-world outcomes has to say on the matter of Omicron?

The fear merchants are betting on most choosing the former course of action. Prove them wrong.

Today’s subject is sports betting. But first there are some thoughts to be offered on the internal conflicts of life as exemplified by dueling platitudes and/or literary references.

Is it absence makes the heart grow fonder, or out of sight, out of mind?

Is it, as written by the poet Robert Browning, “A man’s reach should exceed his grasp, or what’s heaven for?”

Or is it more accurate to cite the line uttered by the Dirty Harry character in the movie “Magnum Force,” that being “A man’s got to know his limitations.”

What this has to do with wagering is, for a guy who spent three decades covering sports, I’m awful at sports betting.

I’m terrible. I know it. I should avoid it – know my limitations so to speak.

Instead, I’m looking for Heaven by trying to have my reach exceed my grasp,

Today, my initial thought was Ohio State would crush Michigan in a college football showdown. But I didn’t like the 7.5-point spread — the victory margin the Buckeyes would need to surpass for me to win my bet. I also checked the weather for Ann Arbor, Mich., which was forecast to be cold and snowy, and liked the line even less.

The decision was made to avoid the game altogether. In hindsight, for the reasons cited, I should have taken Michigan and the points. Alas, I didn’t. I’m terrible at betting, remember.

Instead, I withdrew some money from my Draft Kings account to boost my mood.

How do I have money in the account if I’m so bad at betting? Glad you asked.

I employ the small-ball strategy. I look for promotions, such as bet $25 on blackjack, or roulette, or some other table game, and get incentives such as $5 of free casino credits, or a free $5 sports bet.

When I get two free bets, I bookend a game, taking both sides thereby guaranteeing one win.

Table games such as roulette or blackjack or baccarat, if played correctly in terms of decisions you make, should come out with the player winning just under 50 percent. Then you make the profit with the free credits or bets.

Net $5 here or $10 there a few times a week and it adds up. That’s if you do not give it back with poor sports bets and while I keep betting on sports, I keep it really small – talking maybe $1 a bet, $5 max.

This was turning into a nice part-time job until Draft Kings just about did away with the promotions I like.

So, I’m taking out $140 today and leaving $101.40 in the account. Pay yourself first like the financial planners say.

As I write, Michigan is up by seven points late in the fourth quarter, so even if Ohio State somehow pulls out a win, it’s virtually impossible to cover the 7.5-point spread. And now Michigan has scored again. Game over.

Just to keep life interesting, I do have $1 on the Penn State-Michigan State game, a single-game parlay. I read on ESPN, that a flu outbreak is worsening among Michigan State’s players. This raised the spread from 3.5 points to 5.5, with Penn State favored.

Although I think Penn State’s team and coach are both severely overrated, I took Penn State giving 5.5 and parlayed that with a bet on the combined points under bet of 51.5 for the game.

My $1 wagered would pay $3.60 if I got it right. Likely I didn’t, although that game has yet to start.

I also would have liked to have gotten down on Alabama vs. Auburn, but I didn’t like having to give 19.5 points to take Alabama. I’ll just watch that one and save my buck.

Now, come on Nittany Lions.

We awoke Friday to a strange, Nu world, as in another COVID variation designated Nu and the customary hysteria that this one is worse than all others, possibly immune to vaccines, etc.

Wash, rinse, repeat.

Anyone else recall Delta?

I find the Nu timing striking since just yesterday I wrote in celebration of a family holiday gathering that refused to buy into the fear porn being spread about COVID in general. I also had noted how people around the world were getting fed up with restrictions and losses of freedom in the alleged pursuit of COVID protection.

Can it be coincidence that the people operating the levers behind the curtain have come out with a fresh variant to herd the sheep back into line?

Reaction to the latest scare has been predictably nonsensical. For example, gold quickly traded up markedly, to the range of $1,818 or so an ounce. Silver was up to the $23.70 an ounce range.

Precious metals tend to be canaries in the coal mine, indicating problems dead ahead. Their price rises made sense.

Your masters know this and act quickly to stem rallies. Witness today gold crashing quickly to a low of $1,780 before rebounding a bit to close just over $1,790.

Silver was bludgeoned down to $22.90 an ounce before rallying a bit to just about $23.09.

Some might think I’m paranoid about this. But the evidence is there. Just Google JP Morgan and precious metals manipulation settlements and you will find multiple entries showing the bank paying fines and admitting wrongdoing in the trading of precious metals and other assets.

Basically, bullion banks create false “spoof” sell orders and owing to their massive computing power and co-location close to exchanges, they can withdraw those orders just as you try to act. But this gets sentiment and momentum moving in the direction the bullion banks want, creating selloffs.

Another trick is to have un-Godly large amounts of paper bullion contracts sell in seconds, overwhelming the supply-demand factors and dropping the prices.

The reverse of this is the so-called Plunge Protection Team, which rushes into stock and bond markets in the midst of crashes to buy, buy, buy and stem the tide.

You can Google that one, too. Apparently the decision was made to let the stock indices founder on Friday’s shortened trading session. The boys will be watching intently market action in Asia Monday (beginning about 6 p.m. Sunday our time) and European trading that follows, as well as futures prices for our indices, to decide how much liquidity will be pumped into our markets once trading opens here

Oil was among the commodities hit Friday because of course going forward no one will ever again travel and economies will be put into yet another deep freeze in overreaction to COVID news.

It makes little sense, but panic seldom does.

Even as all this virus-related asset dumping was unfolding, a pair of interesting stories moved that likely will be ignored by the LameStream media.

In one, a New York ER has had to close because so many of its medical employees refused a mandate to get a COVID vaccination. Customarily, such refusals are blamed on uneducated conservatives. But I’m thinking nurses and the like in an ER are educated and have a fairly good feel for potential risks and general ineffectiveness of so-called vaccines, which are really gene therapy.

Also, a whistleblower has come forward with claims of fraud by Pfizer in its vaccine trials.

Recall how any supposed “whistleblower” critical of Donald Trump was to be believed without question, even lionized for bravery in going public.

I suspect the Pfizer whistleblower won’t get the same velvet glove treatment from the Lapdog media.

Bottom line: The psychological operation continues regarding COVID, an early Christmas gift to all of us that we might like to return.

Thanksgiving was particularly enjoyable this year as the extended family gave a collective middle finger to the people who would use COVID-19 to control our lives.

Members of the daughter-in-law’s family drove in from Minnesota, CROSSING STATE LINES as the Rittenhouse critics would scream, to visit for the holiday. Some arrived by plane, also from Minnesota.

A get-together was held in a rented meeting room at a hotel. Food was prepared. Much contact within six feet was observed. Masks were eschewed.

We did all the things that would horrify Clueless Joe Biden and Flipflop Fauci. At least they would express horror for public consumption regarding such get-togethers as ours, while exhibiting maximum hypocrisy by flitting about mask-less and in close proximity to others as long as they felt insulated from public view.

Media cretins, such as those at CBS, would profess horror, too. They were suggesting on the eve of the holiday that hosts should quiz guests about vaccination status and even do rapid tests before admitting visitors to the celebration.

Some members of our family are vaccinated. Some are not. Many of us have had COVID-19, so if you follow the science, we have herd immunity.

It’s both amusing and sad to think that such family gatherings are frowned upon by the powers that be and their media lapdogs. But, increasingly both here and among the traditional sheep-like populaces of Europe and elsewhere, the public is rising up to just say no to arbitrary restrictions on travel and mingling.

Take a moment now to think of all the absolute BS we’ve been fed. First there was a supposed two-week halt in intermingling to slow the spread of the virus. Then there were masks, or multiple masks.

Next up was a vaccine shot. Then two shots. Then boosters. Then papers, please, to prove vaccination to shop, travel, work at your old job.

If you think this will end any time soon, well, check yourself into the gullibility ward.

The details change, but the bottom line is your freedom is being taken from you with each more intrusive escalation of restrictions under the guise of fighting COVID-19.

As we ate, we talked. It was what used to pass for normal Middle-American conversation, but now would have us branded as racist domestic terrorists by the mouthy, radical left.

Example: There was agreement Kyle Rittenhouse deserved his exoneration in court. Also there was agreement that the killers of Ahmaud Arbery got what they deserved in the form of guilty verdicts.

In each case, we believed that the legal system had worked. Now, in one example, that hadn’t been enough and protests erupted to dispute the outcome.

In the other case , as far as we know, there has been no violence from those who would deny that justice was done.

This speaks volumes about the partisan divide of this nation, one leadership from the likes of Biden, Fauci and lapdog media only helps to widen.

Dare we dream that by next Thanksgiving these purveyors of fear porn will have been rebuffed totally by a populace fed up with their propaganda?

It is with amusement that I observe the national penchant for demonstrating bad attitude has spilled into online selling.

I am aware of this because in the past year and change I’ve bought three cars that I first saw listed online (all three on Facebook Marketplace although I also check Craigslist religiously). While my experience with these three sellers has been good, I’ve also had a run of inquiries regarding other cars that produced bizarre results.

And while I haven’t contacted directly some of the other, most moronic posters that I’ve seen, I can deduce from their listings that they would be trouble with a capital T.

A common ad from those with attitude cramps runs something like this: I’m selling the car, but don’t ask for specifics. I know what it’s worth (despite reputable online pricing sites such as Kelley Blue Book quoting a much lower price) and won’t give it away. To repeat, don’t ask me a lot of questions (Such intrusive inquires as service records, ownership history, any known problems are out of bounds.) If you message me, I might get back to you. Or I might just ignore you. But if you show up and force the money into my face, I might be willing to sell you the car.

Another variation goes like this: Yes, I’m listing the vehicle for sale, but I’m just testing the waters to see if anyone is interested and what they will pay. I don’t need to sell the vehicle. I’m just curious. Don’t lowball me. Don’t waste my time asking a lot of questions about the car. If you show up with cash and ask pretty please, I might let you sniff the exhaust. Or I might slam the door in your face. You have to take your chances.

And then there is this variation: No joy rides. Won’t even talk to you unless you have money in hand. I know what I have and what it is worth, so bring stacks of hundreds and we might talk. Did I mention you need to bring piles of cash?

I wonder, and perhaps you do, too, about someone who proposes a potential sales situation with such attitudes.

Asking questions about the car’s history and usage is perfectly reasonable in an arms-length transaction such as buying a used car. Also, insisting on someone showing up with thousands of dollars in cash to meet a total stranger demands trust from them that you are obviously not willing to reciprocate.

There also is the matter of routinely withdrawing and possibly redepositing large amounts of cash in one’s bank accounts raising the antenna of our friends at the federal government and flagging you as a potential criminal.

I missed some warning signs in trekking to the extreme southwest part of West Virginia (Nitro) to look at a Mustang. The car was listed by a female for her older parents.

The give and take over the phone with the parents was difficult, but eventually I made arrangements, rounded up my son and we drove down to look at the car. It had charging codes in the electrical system that the owner had understated, making it a coin flip as to whether we’d be able to drive it home successfully.

But the kicker was, when I eventually decided the risk was not worth taking, the guy celebrated because he hadn’t wanted to sell the car anyway and was only listing it to keep peace with his wife.

That hadn’t come up in our conversations, or I might have saved myself a considerable trip,

I’ve also inquired about car listings and had people tell me they were busy so I couldn’t come and look at the car that day, only to check back the next day and find they’d sold it the previous night.

Me being me, I found myself obliged to point out what poor form they had displayed.

I’ve also had people blatantly misrepresent the car’s history, which sometimes can be checked for free online and otherwise can be confirmed with paid services.

There have been times I’ve driven to look at cars only to find them in much worse condition than represented. I’ve also arrived only to have the seller refuse to let me drive the car.

I bought one of my Mustangs from such a guy, but only after I told him no dice on the no drive and he decided I could drive the car after all.

Only once in my life have I bought a car, new or used, without first driving it. And that was because I trusted by brother to look at and purchase a 1967 Mustang fastback for me in 1979 because I needed to work that night.

At that time, the car was listed in a newspaper classified, which meant the owner had paid to advertise it and wasn’t just checking the market or looking to placate his spouse, but not really looking to sell the car.

With each fresh search of the online ads, I find myself getting a tad nostalgic for those days.

Hundreds of years ago, which most will concede was a less sophisticated time, author Jonathan Swift stirred the masses with an essay entitled “A Modest Proposal.”

Swift even then had the good sense to publish this tome anonymously, unlike the current-day twits who rush to prove their idiocy with offerings on social media, then duck the blowback by attempting (too late) to delete the foolish posts.

Swift specifically wrote that starving Irish might sell their kids to rich English who could eat them, thereby giving money to the Irish and lessening their financial burden.

Swift’s intent was satire, making a ridiculous assertion to illustrate a problem, that being starving Irish.

Satire continues to be used widely today with purveyors such as The Onion enjoying both acclaim from those who get it, and ridicule from those who do not recognize satire when they read it.

In defense of the latter group, it is getting harder and harder to separate actual news from tales of ridiculous exaggeration used to make a point.

Consider the revelation today that Penn State University, apparently not satisfied to keep donating millions to victims of the school’s sexual abuse scandal, will gift head football coach James Franklin with a 10-year contract extension worth $7 million or so per year.

Franklin critics, and they are many, can be forgiven for thinking this is all just a big joke. Franklin has won exactly none of the past nine games in which his teams have played Top 10 opposition.

The combined Penn State record of last year and this is 11-9. As hot properties go, Franklin would seem to be a bowl of lukewarm mush.

But Penn State feared someone might steal this prize coach whose teams can’t win big games, or barely win any games at all as it turns out.

For the sake of comparison, Alabama coach Nick Saban, he of seven national college football championships won, makes about $8.7 million a year.

Call me crazy, but I’m thinking Franklin might be worth $2 million a year. Or maybe Saban should be getting $14 million a year based on Franklin numbers.

Even as Penn State was donating to Franklin, Clueless Joe Biden stumbled to the microphone to bumble through his teleprompter cues and eventually announce a plan to release 50 million barrels from the strategic petroleum reserve.

That release is presuming other countries can be convinced to lubricate the oil market with similar amounts.

In a comical moment afterward, a reporter asked Clueless Joe’s energy secretary what the daily U.S. oil consumption might be. She didn’t have the numbers at hand. Why she didn’t know offhand, considering her title, is a legitimate question.

Well, it’s easily found on the internet that the usage is about 18 million barrels a day, meaning that 50-million barrel release would make up for three whole days of oil consumption, give or take.

If you are thinking that will meaningfully lower the price of oil, you probably believe Franklin deserves $7 million a year.

And finally, likely you have noticed that Biden policies of hamstringing domestic oil production as a way to kiss up to climate change types, then begging OPEC to pump more oil to make up for it, has resulted in gasoline prices rising more than $1 a gallon domestically during the Biden reign of terror.

Despite the ridiculous announcement today of the possible SPR release, U.S. benchmark West Texas Intermediate closed up at $78.50 a barrel, as did international benchmark Brent, which was up to $82.31 a barrel.

Warning, this next item is not satire, but brutal fact: Investment guru Marko Kolanovic was quick to rush out today with analysis that those skyrocketing oil prices actually are cheap on a historical basis.

According to Kolanovic’s calculus, prices could rise to $300 to $500 a barrel in the not-too-distant future and merely be in line with traditional norms.

I know, I know, that sounds ridiculous – almost as ridiculous as Franklin getting a 10-year contract extension at $7 million a year.

Let us engage in a role-playing experiment today, adopting the intellectually and morally bankrupt ways of the lunatic fringe left.

Even as the body count was rising in the Wisconsin Christmas parade massacre, the cretins at CNN were running with an editorial warning that “there’s nothing more frightening today than an angry white man.”

Would it not be freeing to be able to ignore reality and push agendas with such foolish timing?

Don’t let the facts get in the way of a good harangue.

Pictured was Kyle Rittenhouse. His sin was using a gun to defend himself against those who were eager to tell all at the time that they would like to have killed him.

Social justice warriors among the LameStream media need to have their vision re-calibrated. How easy it would be to practice their particular brand of blindness to the truth.

The suspect in the Waukesha massacre sure looks to be black in his mugshots, dreadlocks and all. His weapon was an SUV, which he is charged with using to kill and injure many more than Rittenhouse took down with his AR-style weapon.

Prepare for a wave of cries to ban SUVs, them being the deadly weapons that they are. Or not.

More to the point, the Waukesha suspect was not acting in self-defense. He also, unlike Rittenhouse, is a career criminal, a fact the LameStream media will be sure to ignore.

If the political right acted like the political left, the media would be full of cries about the dangers posed by young black men, with ridiculous suggestions about how to address the festering problem. It would continue for months.

Social media would be rife with similarly vacuous commentary.

It is there now, but from the left.

In a prototypical example of the brain-dead left using social media (megaphone for morons) to comment, one simpleton identified with the Illinois Democratic Party called the Waukesha massacre “karma” for Rittenhouse’s acquittal and “probably just self defense.”

Images of this individual, who rightly could be called a true testimony to idiocy, seem to show a woman with the face that looks like the south end of a northbound mule.

Were those on the right as simplistic as the left in their commentary, there would be armchair psychoanalysis about her obviously harboring feelings of inadequacy and lashing out due to having been shortchanged on the matter of appearance.

Blanket statements would follow: “There’s nothing more dangerous these days than ugly left-wing women.”

Idiot-in-Chief Joe Biden finally got around to acknowledging the Waukesha Massacre today. Biden condemned the deed in the most general terms, but reserved specific commentary because he and his handlers still are gathering facts.

Rest assured, based on Clueless Joe’s track record on matters such as Rittenhouse, had the perpetrator been white and the implied motive fit into the Democratic playbook of ridiculous accusations, Biden would have been eager to try and convict the guy in the media.

All of a sudden, Biden is waiting for facts.

While he waits for the facts, the rest of us can wait for some indication that the crazed leftists ever will return to some semblance of emotional balance. Good luck with that.

As my late, terribly politically incorrect father would have observed, don’t hold your hand over your butt waiting for the leftists to get religion, or you might die of constipation.

Evidence continues to mount of societal breakdown, coming soon to a neighborhood near you.

For now, the left coast seems to have a headstart on widespread lawlessness. Whether you’re talking yet another riot in Portland, Oregon, to a series of incidents in and around San Francisco where upscale retail outlets were raided by thieves emboldened by the decriminalization of such heretofore anti-social behavior.

Price inflation grows with each passing day, leaving the socialist apologists who dominate the media to attempt to put a positive spin on the debacle their patron saint Clueless Joe Biden has wrought.

The left-wing geniuses at The Washington Post were out with many suggestions to reduce the cost of the traditional Thanksgiving feast, including serving a smaller bird. That should go over well with the people left to suck on the wishbone when the white meat runs out.

I’m sure White House mouthpiece DisinJenuous Psaki will take to the lectern Monday to chastise any who would whine about not being able to afford the traditional Thanksgiving feast. Aren’t they grateful for free vaccinations and all the handouts being given to illegal immigrants?

The average American family should be thankful it doesn’t live in Illinois, which reached a significant milestone in recent days. The state’s governmental pension shortfall has hit $530 billion. That’s $110,000 per Illinois household.

I’m thinking not a lot of Illinois households have a spare $110,000 to kick in to keep public pension hogs feeding at their troughs.

But Hunter Biden’s ability to monetize the family name continues, with yet another deal made with the ChiComs. I’ll bet he’s not downsizing his Thanksgiving turkey this year.

Meanwhile, as many American sheep continue to buy the COVID-19 vaccination claptrap, often-violent riots broke out all over Europe this weekend and those citizens told their governments where to shove the shots.

And, most recently, a Christmas parade in Wisconsin was marred by a lunatic driving into the crowd Sunday, killing some and injuring many.

It sickens me to think how the LameStream media will spin this, depending on the eventual identity of the driver.

We observe Thanksgiving in a few days, with little to feel grateful about as far as the state of the nation goes.