This one is popping up everywhere today, and with good reason: it perfectly encapsulates liberal shibboleths about open borders, feral nig-nogs, RAYCISSISSISM!™, and the innate superiority of violent, savage boogaloos imported from the Dark Continent and foisted onto an advanced civilization they are in no way, shape, or form either interested in or capable of assimilating into.
Too bad the original line-up sucked out loud also.
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— Adam Carolla (@adamcarolla)
Why? Oh, no reason, I just felt like saying it.
🚨 LMAO!! President Trump just dropped this absolute GEM: He's filling the newly improved Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool with leftist tears
Straight from the source 🤣🤣
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— Eric Daugherty (@EricLDaugh) June 4, 2026
Heh.
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1The Hut is back, baybeee.
Pizza Hut brings back its old-school restaurant features as nostalgic customers rejoice: ‘So excited’
Back to the good old days.2026 has proven to be the year of nostalgia. Youngsters are resorting to old-school tech like vintage flip phones and iPods. Others are returning to analog hobbies and activities.
Even beloved restaurant chain Pizza Hut is going back in time, reverting to its retro glory — red checkered tablecloths and all.
Tim Sparks, president of Daland Corporation, a Kansas-based company that operates almost 100 Pizza Hut locations across the country, is helping keep Pizza Hut alive by rewinding the clock and redecorating over 80 annoyingly modern, stark-looking locations to make them look like they did decades ago.
Red roof? Check
Red-checkered tablecloths, vinyl booths and Tiffany-style lamps? Check, check and check.
The beloved salad bar and red plastic cups will be back.
Even the old-school Pac-Man machines will return.
Unsurprisingly, customers are losing their minds over this massive change.
As well they might—although, as a few others in the NYP article point out, what WON’T be coming back is the original recipe for the various pizzas and such-like. FederalGovCo banned all the ingredients decades ago, see. For our own good, of course and as always.
Why, whatever would we do without them? Surely there must be some way we could try just to find out, isn’t there?
Re the death earlier this week of David Allan Coe, a Fakeberg friend of mine posted this and I just had to swipe it.
As someone else said in the comments over at FB, you see this photo and you just KNOW some crazy shit’s getting ready to start. Heh. Indeed.
The perfect country song.
BACKSTORY: At NYC’s great old dive-bar, the Village Idiot (the original on 1st Ave, that would be, not the later incarnation over on W 14th), whenever the above tune came on the jukebox, whoever was tending bar would crank it waaaay up, every fist in the joint would be raised high in the air in gleeful defiance of…whatever, and every hoarse, cracked, alcohol-dehydrated voice would sing along with every last syllable. I tells ya, it was some of the most fun I ever did have in my life.
My old roomie Lisa bartended at the Idiot on Wednesday afternoons, and most of those days she’d call me at home around 5 or so demanding that I get down there right away because she was lonely and bored to tears by then. Afternoons tended to be kinda dull at the Idiot; the place didn’t really start to approach escape velocity until around ten or so, see.
Which request for company I was always quite happy to oblige. This reminiscence might convey some of the cheap-beer-sodden ambience of that truly magical place.
THE VILLAGE IDIOT
When I was 19 years old, I got a job working at a bar on the Lower East Side in New York City. You would’ve thought I had gotten into Harvard by how happy I was. The place, The Village Idiot, was a popular hole in the wall on 1st Avenue and 10th Street – far from Harvard.The owner, Tommy, was a giant Irish guy with an afro. Tommy was from Queens, and his success came from the authenticity of the bar he opened. Everyone loved him and his bar. There was nothing self-conscious about The Village Idiot, or Tommy, for that matter. He was a generous, kind man who loved to party and everybody loved him for it.
So that was Tommy – he was the brand and the bar was his product. Just like any great product, it was honest. It was honest because it was exactly the kind of place Tommy would have hung out had he not opened it himself. It was not a concept, and the people that came there intuitively knew that, so they came back, and they always brought a friend.
The Idiot, as it was lovingly referred to, was a narrow, dank “box car,” but not as big. There was a juke box up front that was on from the moment we opened at 10:00 am until the time we closed – sometimes 4:00 am, sometimes 2:00 am. This was dependent on how drunk Tommy got that night. One of his “tells” was if he came in licking his lips, hide the money. If his lips were dry, you were probably going to be okay.
The juke box was stocked with a collection of country music that was vast, impressive, and perfect. “The Box” had to be full blast at all times. Tommy lived above the bar – and he would call down, “Turn the box up! I can’t hear it.” We sold Pabst Blue Ribbon in a can for a dollar, and Tommy would occasionally bite the middle out of a can of beer to thrill his patrons if things seemed a little slow.
All of the bartenders were women, and were encouraged to drink with the customers. I started making fake pitchers of kamikaze shots because I would get so drunk I couldn’t do my job. Literally – I could not function. I’d pour you a real shot and I’d drink watered down kamikaze mix. No one ever caught me or cared. We were not allowed to wear hats behind the bar because Tommy said that was bad luck.
Another thing I well remember about the Idiot was something the girls working behind the stick called “the Idiot Virgin Ceremony,” a privilege reserved for those lucky souls who were experiencing their very first trip to the seedy, smelly little joint.
See, the unsuspecting newb was required to sit on a barstool with his back to the bar, bending his torso far enough back so that his head rested atop the bar. The on-duty bartendress would then tuck a rolled-up towel around the victim’s neck below his chin to cope with any potential overspill, grab a fifth of bourbon and one of tequila, clamber up onto the bar, straddle the victim’s head, squat down, and turn up both bottles into the guy’s mouth, inevitably splashing raw booze all over said victim’s face, neck, head, and shoulders. The vic had been sternly instructed beforehand that he was NOT to raise his head off the bar, scream for rescue, or in any way refuse the “service” he was being provided as an Idiot Virgin, on pain of punishment most dire.
I learned about the IVC when my friend Joe came up to visit from North Cackalacky, and Lisa did it to him. They ended up falling in love L-U-V, whereupon she moved out of our cramped shithole on Ave B and down to NC and in with him, staying together for several years before the formerly happy couple blew apart like an A-bomb.
I checked the Morehead City PD’s Fakeberg page and no shit, it’s for real.
As I said to a cpl friends of mine earlier: I would drive a hundred MPH right through the middle of Morehead City just to get pulled over by that thing, then resist arrest so’s I could get a look inside. The cop-shop Wienermobile is not merely cool as some cucumbers, it’s fucking GLORIOUS.
Once upon a time, there was a lovely old song went a little something like this:
Now, down the years since it was written there have been many versions of this particular song cut by many artists, many of them females. I just used this one because, I mean, come ON, man, it’s Nat King Cole—of COURSE I did!
Which is not germane to the central point of this post; no, this remarkable story of marketing superdupergenius is.
Los Angeles Rams Cheerleaders
The Los Angeles Rams Cheerleaders are the official National Football League cheerleading squad representing the Los Angeles Rams team.History
They were established in 1974 during the team’s original tenure in Los Angeles and were known as the Embraceable Ewes. The cheerleading organization became known as the “St. Louis Rams Cheerleaders” when the team moved to St. Louis, Missouri. Beginning with the 2016 NFL season, the organization changed its name to the “Los Angeles Rams Cheerleaders” to associate themselves with the recently relocated Los Angeles Rams football team. They also have their own television show by the name of LA Rams Cheerleaders: Making the Squad.
Heh. Bold mine, because I absolutely love it.
And now, ladies and germs, are you ready for…Batgirl?
Yep, that’s the one, the only Yvonne Craig, also seen below.
Tally friggin’ HO!!! (Special thanks to Dave Dietz for the supercalifragilistic YC photo up top)
Update! Well how ‘bout that: Turns out the smokin’ hot Miss Y was also on ST-TOS back in the day.
Updated update! As promised/threatened, for SteveF.
Julie Newmar. Also Julie Newmar:
YOWSA!!!
Update to the updated update! Now THIS is what I’m talking about, people.
I repeat: YOWSA!!!
Gird your loins, John Ronald Reuel lovers.
If ‘Lord of the Rings’ Isn’t Quite Dead, This Guy Can Finish It Off
The Fellowship of the Ring — the opening chapter of Peter Jackson’s Lord of the Rings trilogy, one of the greatest achievements in movie history — turns 25 this December, and since then, Hollywood has inflicted one indignity after another on Tolkien’s masterpiece. The worst may be yet to come.What’s it called when the greedy mining company takes the tailings from its strip mine and runs them through the smelter one more time with all the reckless abandon of Gollum diving after the One Ring into Mount Doom?
Ah, yes — it’s called The Lord of the Rings: Shadows of the Past, and lame-duck late-night host Stephen Colbert will co-write it with his son, screenwriter Peter McGee, for Jackson and Warner Bros, which now owns New Line. Variety reported late Tuesday that Colbert, “a vocal Tolkien fanatic,” and McGee will write a screenplay “from chapters of The Fellowship of the Ring that didn’t make it into Jackson’s 2001 adaptation.”
Or as the movie’s official logline put it, “Fourteen years after the passing of Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin set out to retrace the first steps of their adventure. Meanwhile, Sam’s daughter, Elanor, has discovered a long-buried secret and is determined to uncover why the War of the Ring was very nearly lost before it even began.”
So Shadows of the Past won’t really take us back to 2001 and fill in the missing parts of Fellowship. It will take aging versions of Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin and saddle them with an all-new girl-boss.
Fan reactions on X range from “I’d rather jump into the fires of Mount Doom” to “What is this need to mar great artistic works with slop fan fiction manglings?” Despite my best time-wasting efforts, I was unable to find a single positive response.
Maybe Colbert is a vocal enough Tolkien fan to make this work. Or maybe Jackson and his crew should do what Saruman couldn’t, and just leave the Shire alone.
A big, fat AAAAA-fargin’-MEN to that, Steve.
Update! Ace puts in his two cents:
Good heavens, what an absolute disaster.
We have the Hunt for Gollum coming up, directed by Andy Serkis, who just remade Animal Farm as a pro-socialism, anti-capitalism message movie.
And now Warner Bros. has hired this absolute assclown to write a draft of what is being called “The Shadow of the Past.” The concept of the movie is not terrible: A good part of Fellowship of the Ring was cut out of the Lord of the Rings movies because of time restrictions and also because it contains the character Tom Bombadil, who is just a big ball of plot questions. Like, given that he has godlike power that makes even Gandalf and Elrond envious, why doesn’t he just take the ring? (Tolkien’s lame answer: Because he’s flighty and would eventually just forget about the ring and let it go back to Sauron.)
The reason this section of the book is worth possibly making a movie about is the creepy, scary encounter with the Barrow Wights. If you know, you know.
So Colbert, I guess, pitched the idea of doing these four chapters of LOTR as a stand-alone mid-quel movie.
Couldn’t they just have said “Yes that’s an okay idea, here’s $20,000 as a finder’s fee, now fuck off”?
Sure they could’ve. But being shitlibs, they’d have never, ever, dreamed of doing such a thing, thereby offering tacit insult to one of their most iconic Trump-deranged heroes.
Our favorite Shamrock, Lakeside Joe Jackson, has a Saint Paddy’s Day post featuring a few old-school Irish pubs that’ll have ye pantin’ for a pint of stout, whether ye be a beer drinker or no. Yes, there are photos, and they’re awesome.
This Rock & Roar dude is a bona fide all-caps GENIUS.
That one’s gotta be my fave, but R&R has a crapton of these, including Judas Purrst, Slipkcat, Catallica, and this next one.
At last, something AI can do really, really well.
Update! ZOMG, just found this one. My new favorite.
Heh. Go, Angus!
The legendary Yogi Berra gives us all a demonstration of what greatness really is.
More than a decade after New York Yankees legend Yogi Berra passed away, his family has announced a deeply moving decision: fulfilling his last wish – auctioning off his entire Hall of Fame collection, estimated to be worth around $8 million, to raise money for charity.
This news immediately stunned the MLB community. Not because of the $8 million figure, but because of the meaning behind it. According to family representatives, Yogi Berra clearly instructed in his will that his awards, championship rings, Hall of Fame medals, and other memorabilia associated with his illustrious career should not be kept as family property, but should be used to “help those in need of opportunity.” A family member shared in a statement: “He always said that the rings and trophies didn’t belong to him alone. They belonged to his teammates, his fans, and his community. He wanted them to continue creating value.”
Initial estimates suggest the total auction value could reach or exceed $8 million. All proceeds will be distributed to various charities, including veterans’ support, youth education, and medical research.
As Lakeside Joe notes, in addition to the fame he earned on the baseball diamond during his illustrious career behind the plate as catcher for the gottdamned Yankees (gag), Yogi was perhaps even better known for his malapropisms, self-contradictory sayings, and random nonsensical gibberish. To wit:
Here is a sampling of some of the most famous sayings that have been attributed to the Yankees icon.
Perhaps his most famous of all: “It ain’t over ’til it’s over.”
“Baseball is 90 percent mental. The other half is physical.”
On posterity: “I always thought that record would stand until it was broken.”
“You can observe a lot by watching.”
“If the world were perfect, it wouldn’t be.”
About a St. Louis restaurant: “No one goes there anymore. It’s too crowded.”
About the effect of the sun in left field in the old Yankee Stadium during late-season games: “It gets late early out there.”
About Bill Dickey: “He learned me all his experience.”
“If people don’t want to come to the ballpark, how are you going to stop them?”
“We made too many wrong mistakes.”
“Pie a la mode, with ice cream.”
“I wish I had an answer to that, because I’m tired of answering that question.”
“You tell the stupidest questions.”
“Never answer an anonymous letter.”
On the great Sandy Koufax: “I can see how he won 25 games. What I don’t understand is how he lost five.”
On lining up for a Spring Training drill: “Pair ’em up in threes.”
On the 1973 Mets: “We were overwhelming underdogs.”
The recording heard on the Yogi Berra Museum and Learning Center’s phone: “This message won’t be over ’til it’s done.”
“In baseball, you don’t know nothing.”
“I’m not going to buy my kids an encyclopedia. Let them walk to school like I did.”
“All pitchers are liars or crybabies.”
On his hitting approach: “I can’t think and hit at the same time.”
“He hits from both sides of the plate. He’s amphibious.”
“When you come to a fork in the road, take it.”
On economics: “A nickel ain’t worth a dime anymore.”
“Always go to other people’s funerals. Otherwise, they won’t come to yours.”
And last but certainly not least: “It’s deja vu all over again.”
Heh. THAT’S telling ’em, Yogi!
Just gotta append this great pic of Yogi from his Yankee days:
Taken during spring training in 1957, that one was. God bless you, Yogi Berra.
The reliably-superb Titiana McGrath (that’s how she used to spell it way back when, it seems to have changed recently) lays some of her unique insight and wisdom on us dumbass plebes.
Communism is the only guarantee of human happiness. It has always worked wherever it has been tried. One need only consider the progressive reforms of Joseph Stalin in Russia in the mid-20th century. Those who refused to sign up to Stalin’s ideas tended to die young, which just proves that Communism saves lives.
Now that we’ve reached 2026, surely it’s time to try this system again. Our new era has already begun, with Zohran Mamdani taking over as Mayor of New York. For those who don’t know, Mamdani is a devout Muslim who has promised to make New York a “sanctuary city” for the LGBT+ community. It’s what the Prophet Mohammed would have wanted.
If it’s a choice between being warm or frigid, I know which I’d prefer
Some bigots have argued that homosexuality is incompatible with the Islamic faith. But in fact, homophobia is extremely rare in Muslim-majority countries. This is why there isn’t a single LGBT+ community centre in the whole of Afghanistan. Everyone is so tolerant that there is simply no need for them.
Communism is the philosophy of the masses. Whilst careerist right-wing politicians have wasted years studying for degrees in PPE at Oxford, all of the greatest left-wing leaders of history have been out there working in the real world. Nicolás Maduro was a bus driver. Nicolae Ceaușescu was a shoemaker’s apprentice. Mao Zedong was an assistant librarian. Zohran Mamdani was a rapper whose lyrics promoted intersectional social justice activism.
Who among us could possibly quibble with analysis as penetrating, as incandescently brilliant, as this?
11Okay, I gotta admit, this made me laugh.
Dunno if they’re supposed to resemble Zeros or not, but what they look more like to me is FW 190s, excepting the prop spinner. The accompanying textplanation:
Yes, it’s Bluto’s (John Belushi) now iconic gaffe in “Animal House” come true: “Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?” Those are German planes on the cover of Michael J. Clark’s history book for young readers about the sneak attack that brought the U.S. into World War II.
Just think about all of the careless, irresponsible boobs, including the author and the cover artist, who had to breach the ethical values of competence, diligence and respect for that book to be published and put on the market. How many must it have been? Then you can add to that List of Shame our pathetic, ruinous education system, which has produced such a nation of dolts that not even a humble secretary or passing clerk had the knowledge to point out, when they saw the book as it made its way through production, “Uh, aren’t those German planes?” Anyone who did, thus preventing this epic embarrassment, might have received a promotion or a bonus. Or at least someone would have bought him or her a nice lunch.
A history book? SRSLY?!? Just hilarity heaped upon hilarity, really, as far as the eye can see. I do believe this Clark feller’s cover artist probably needs to seek other employment for which he is better suited, lest all the pointing and laughing leave him disillusioned and depressed.
(Via Ed Driscoll)
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