What’s on Ron’s mind today?

Threw a basket of socks ‘n’ stuff into the washer, then sat down to read the news. Not a good idea . . . the news, I mean. Like, America . . . where people on welfare check their foodstamp balance on their $800 cellphones and complain about being oppressed.

And Christmas. We’ve managed to turn December 25th from a religious celebration to a deadline, or a contest to see who can be the most gravely offended by something other people are just having fun with.

And once you’ve offended a leftista, or a gay, or a lesbian, or Heaven forbid a tranny, you’ve committed a mortal, unforgivable sin which demands eternal punishment. Instead of a red letter A on your forehead, you get H, or T.

Kneeling at the pagan altar of Political Correctness . . . crouching tiger, hidden snowflake . . . these days only certain people can be targeted for shame or criticism or condemnation . . . mostly gun owners, Trump supporters, Southerners, White guys, Conservatives, Christians.

Obviously the classic liberal twit gets up each morning with a categorical imperative clamoring in his tweaked and twaddled little mind to seek out and condemn some new and exciting way to be offended

Long Jim Comey, the man with the photographic memory, sat in questioning by Congress for 3 hours about his behavior while FBI Director . . . and said over 300 times “I can’t recall” or words to that effect.

He has worked tirelessly over the past 2 years to expose the FBI as a thoroughly biased agent of the Soros-funded left and working full-time to delegitimize and unseat an elected president. That same left who work tirelessly to scrap the 2nd Amendment. “Common Sense gun control” my butt.

Oh, yeah . . . Billary’s vaunted “Evening With” tour. It is to laugh. They’re drawing smaller audiences than a cow-chip-tossing festival in Calgary. All it’s accomplishing is focusing people’s awareness of the rapist and his enabler’s inability to grasp their own anosognosia, or unawareness of their own unimportance, their denial of the reality that their sell-by dates have long since expired.

They’re not touring and inspiring people with a charity-fund drive, or to channel awareness for some noble cause, or to combat racism or misogyny. The tour is in no way inspirational in the manner of Billy Graham or Jerry Lewis or even Al Gore; it’s just to make money for them and keep their faces on the front page of the Tweety-Bird cage liner.

No one is terribly interested in hearing has-beens brag about their past activities, often magically converting misdeeds into good deeds and foxpaws into folklore. The reason Hillary’s face became so glum and cold at Shrub I’s funeral was that it finally dawned on her that it wasn’t Slick in the coffin. Had nothin to do with DJT’s arrival.

HRC seems happiest when she’s either lying or getting away with something criminal. And she wants to run for president? Yeah, right . . . during the last campaign she couldn’t even walk unassisted.

And DingleBarry . . . taking credit for the economic reversal that began as soon as he left office. I think the guy has slipped back into his old choom and crack habits. As a president, he was more wasted than a liberal arts degree from a community college in Arkansas. He seems to genuinely enjoy being wasted.

Also seems to me that over 90% of the Democrats he campaigned for in the mid-terms, LOST. Kinda like Hillary – who’s a shoe-in for the award for sustained and exemplary meritorious service in the tradition of how not to run a political campaign. Certain inductee into the loser hall of fame.

Oh, and speaking of awards, there’s Jimmah – poor guy. SO-O-O depressed over losing the WUSPY trophy to DingleBarry (Worst US President Yet).

Ah, well . . . it’s as The Regg often tells me – “Times have changed.” She spent hunnerts and hunnerts of bucks in the past week . . . not on Xmas gifts, but just food and household stuff, like TP and soaps.

And I was readin an article just a few minnitsago . . . guy complainin about prices of sports tickets and pay-per-view for “big games.” Way down at the bottom of his article was a compilation of prices on various stuff. Here’s one:

Movie ticket: $25 – Drink — $15 – Popcorn — $12 – Junior Mints — $10 – bottled water — $5 – parking the car for 3 hours — $4. (That’s over $70, for just one person.)

Jay-Zeus! I can remember gettin up before dawn, workin 10 hours for some farmer, makin $5, goin home, havin a quick bath, and takin my current girlfriend to the Avon theatre, some popcorn and a Coke and maybe a candy bar, then goin out to the drive-in restaurant at the edge of town for some burgers, fries, and a shake for each of us . . . and comin home with at least a dollar in my jeans.

Yep! Tempi cambi. And I gotta put somethin in my belly. And get them socks outta the dryer.