I assume most everyone will agree that the first 43 days of 2012 have sucked. I mean sucked big time. Puxatawney Phil don’t know shit. There is so much hot air from the GOP that global warming is accelerating at an alarming rate. Whitney Houston is dead. Cry me a river – but I will always love you. Whatever. Bobby!! The news media have talked about her interview with Barbara Walters – a lot. But they haven’t mentioned that chinese cluster-f**k interview she did with Oprah over about 3 days and had the whole world wondering WTF??!!?? Things that make you go hmmm…. IJS. Now let’s go to the GOP. Yawn-fest. I thought it was so funny when Donald Trump endorsed Mitt Romney. Initially I said that Trump endorsed Romney – but his hair endorsed Newt. Then I said Newt donated the hair for Santorum a sweater vest. FMR. That’s funny. But what’s funnier – at a show that very Friday & Saturday night I said Trump induced Romney. induced. That’s hysterical to me. And who dresses Santorum? His mom? If he is elected to anything one of his sweater vests should hand in the Smithsonian – next to Fonzie’s jacket. Don’t you know Bachman and Palin are in a back room somewhere giggling their asses off? They straighten up and step up with a comment every now and then – just so we know they’re still alive. Blah blah handicapped children. Blah blah abortion. Blah Blah same sex marriage. Blah. . . Blah . . . blah . . .And the Kardashians and the “Real” Housewives of wherever. Please! They ain’t the “real” anything. Kim and Khloe can both bite me. Today it was 18 degrees in the ‘boro. Last week it was 68 degrees. Al Gore, Puxatawney Phil and Jim Cantore need to lay down. Just lay-the-f**k-down. No one gets weather right anymore. It is global warming? El nin-something? I have no clue. And quite frankly don’t care. Just be warm in the summer, cold in the winter and “nice” them other two seasons. It ain’t that hard. OK. I reckon I’m done. We’ll see what the next 43 days bring. Oh way – tomorrow is my special day – Valentine’s Day. I hope cupid takes a big ol’ . . . . .