Host away...but honestly, it's forgettable hot bath music, and yet I still want to hire a Faceless Man to pay a visit to the %$#! duplicators for remastering the poor thing without asking/informing/telling me.

And yet he's babbling about keeping the lighting arches for the WH cage matches in place after the event, in perpetuity. On the lawn right in front of the historic structure. I mean, who's going to stop him? JFC...this timeline sucks.

I would think boycotting CBS entirely, along with indulging in some rather pointedly direct correspondence with a few of the big $ corporations that advertise heavily on CBS stating your intention to no longer purchase their products if they continue to fund this open, un-American butchering of journalistic integrity.

I stopped in the early '80s mostly because of the sketchy, occasionally dangerous people one had to go through in order to procure it. Once it became legal, though, in the mid-'00s, I felt compelled to make up for lost time, and haven't relented since. The local dispensary here is horribly over-priced, but as my tastes tend to run towards the boutique growers who do small batch soil grows, the price can be occasionally quite daunting.
Summers evenings here usually finds this old dead hippie sitting on the front porch, catching another Arizona sunset with a joint in one hand, and two fingers of Pierre Ferrand Reserve in the other.

If Idle Hands are the work of the Devil, then what will our traditional Me First! society become when 2/3 of our fellow working class travelers are given no place/purpose in that AI uber alles scenario? Let them eat 1's & 0's? It would appear the Word O'the Day is...Dystopian.

I tend to see both manifestations as inextricably tied, mirroring each other as his condition(s) incrementally deteriorate past what plausible denial smokescreens his few remaining acolytes can pull out of their Oh!-so willing nether regions. Plus I'm getting the idea Ol' Mr. Scratch ain't got all his money's worth yet, as we all nervously wait for the inevitable other foot to fall.

Is this low brow ugly spectacle being broadcast on network and/or cable "free," or is it exclusively PPV? Not that I'm at all interested in watching, but Trump's undeniable history is he never promotes anything he--or his mouth-breathing brood doesn't personally/directly benefit from financially, so I'm quite curious to see if my suspicion is correct...this is just another transparent payday for TrumpCo.

His putrefactionous corruption is manifesting visibly itself on his hands and neck, leading one to easily postulate that those two spots ain't the half of it. $20 says he's doing intravenous vitamin quackery believing he'll live long enough to spend all the sketchy cheddar he's brazenly grifting being our beloved CIC.

I found the show's close rather wistful, the Sullivan Theater inside a snow globe, the chime playing the show's theme song. If there is any real karma in this world, I hope this bites CBS/Paramount where it hurts most...greatly reduced viewership and the resultant loss of ad revenue. For those not paying attention, this sad episode of naked censorship will undoubtedly change broadcast television from this point on.

Ah...back in the day. I do still think about Brian from time to time.

I used to be...now I'm just old and cranky, but thanks.

Maher has caught the same disease that ended Dennis Miller's career...the malady inevitably happens when their core audience realizes they're just not funny anymore.

Hmmm...well, the glove did fit, and yet Cochrane cravenly used Furman's thinly-veiled racism to get Simpson the verdict that forever changed the cultural vibe in a town where a good 1/3 of it's population was itching to burn it all down had the jury done the right thing. The stupifying song being sung afterward was the Simpson verdict was payback for Rodney King. Had they seen the autopsy photos, they would have came to a much different conclusion. Then again, maybe not.

Re: #99...you know EXACTLY as to whom I was referring. Keep your vapors to yourself.

The Bronze Age keeps calling, and you %$#@! troglodytes keep answering the phone. When are you mouth-breathers going to learn that Women are not property?

Word is she makes a mean Sazerac. If it comes down to a bartender or a ethically-bereft, delusional TV celeb with a mango-hued combover and a propensity for pathologically lying about EVERYTHING, I'm picking the bartender.

Impecunious...triple word score! In my case, rather on the nose. I was shockingly unprepared for how quickly my nest egg vanished after I flipped the retirement switch. Especially when a simple loaf of bread for example, containing any semblance of real nutrition, now is over $4.00. I'm being priced out of my own life...again. In 2010, I realized I could no longer afford to live in Los Angeles, no matter how many side hustles I juggled. My current situation was somewhat affordable when I first landed in this little AZ burg, but ten years later my rent & utilities alone have more than doubled.

Womp womp...(too soon?) History will undoubtedly have a field day dissecting Trump's rather low-brow autocratic time in office. I confess I tend to have faith in his evergreen predilection to poison everything he touches.

I don't believe I'm alone when it comes to knowing I'll probably leave debt behind me when I pass. There was a time not all that long ago when I could buy two weeks+ worth of groceries for $40. Now $40 worth barely lasts a week, no matter how artfully I stretch it.

Ka$h should know all of this lawfare will rightfully end very differently than he invisions. Malicious Prosecution is still frowned upon I believe, or is that something else we can no longer count on?

$20 says he lives alone.

I would like to see a law enacted that requires any AI generated content that appears online to have a declarative bug in the upper right corner of the screen that clearly identifies it as being computer generated, as some people inexplicably cannot tell the difference.

Demonstrably, "thinking" isn't Bozo's forte. He's more a reactionary creature. Why think for yourself, when there's a whole "conservative" disinfo industry out there providing him daily with all the easy answers? Perhaps one day he'll grok that his politics might be simply a never-ending search for rational/plausable excuses for selfishness.

I look forward to the day I no longer see his face, hear his voice or his ugly, obsessively-branded name spoken aloud in polite company ever again. You just gotta know it's only a matter of time before he starts sporting epaulettes. And maybe a jaunty little short-brimmed cap with a gaudy giant gold "T" over the brim. Would the requisite mustache be a bridge too far? Can he even grow one?

Re: #6...nope...zippy EV bikes are notorious Distracted Driver magnets around here. The kid down the block is on his 3rd one now, as the previous two wound up under a car folded like origami swans. No thanks.