The Democrat Party’s logo is no longer that of Jackass – no matter how appropriate that may be. It now symbolizes what the party is today, that of Hate America DemocRATS.

The latest painting by Jon McNaughton

According to TTPer Mike Guidone, the Dems in Vegas had a dwarf-tossing contest featuring Mini Mike Bloomberg. Here’s an exclusive photo of what it looked like.

This like Sour Cream and Onion Pringles or grandma’s chocolate chip cookies, no way to eat just one. There’s no way you can watch this just once. So much fun you can stop watching.

The following took place last Tuesday, January 21, 2020.

A guy goes into the Artificial Intelligence Bar in Sunnyvale, California where there is a robot bartender.

The robot asks, “What will you have?”

The guy replies, “Whiskey.”

The robot brings back his drink and asks, “What’s your IQ?

The guy says, “168.”

The robot continues to talk about physics, space exploration, and medical technology.

After the guy leaves, the more he thinks about it the more curious he gets, so he decides to go back.

The robot asks, “What’s your drink?”

The guy answers, “Whiskey.”

The robot returns with his drink and asks, “What’s your IQ?”

The man replies,“100.”

The robot talks about Nascar, Budweiser, and the 49ers in the Super Bowl this Sunday.

The man finishes his drink, leaves, but is so interested in his “experiment” that he decides to try again.

He enters the bar and, as usual, the robot asks him what he wants to drink.

The man replies, “Whiskey.”

The robot brings the drink and asks, “What’s your IQ?”

The man answers, "70.”

The robot leans in real close and asks, “So . . . Do you folks really think you’re going to impeach Donald Trump?”

Dear Donald,

Wishing you a joyful holiday season and I'm looking forward to kicking

your ass next year!

                                           Love, Nancy

Donald's response:

My Dearest Nancy,

I see you have started your Holiday celebrations much too soon!

You're drunk and you misspelled kissing.

                                        Your pal, Donald

Yesterday (12/05), there was this news story:

Emma Thompson Delivers End-Times Climate Prophecy: Foretells ‘Pets Eaten, Crop Failures, and Ruined Lives’

Climate Hairshirts with their apocalyptic warnings have become laughably boring. What will come to mind to any normal person is this famous scene from Ghostbusters. Please consider sending this to any Climate Hairshirt you may unfortunately know. It may get them to see their hysteria is hysterically funny.

Every American needs to heed this warning,  Do your part to make sure they do – spread this far and wide.

While last Saturday, October 12, was Columbus Day, America celebrated it as a holiday on Monday (10/14).

For an enlightening perspective, please read TTP’s Columbus Day Is a Celebration of Western Civilization (October 2017).

Meanwhile, enjoy:

This is the true story of how young Bobby O’Rourke got his childhood nickname.

Robert Francis O’Rourke was a silver spoon baby with wealthy parents in El Paso.  His father, Pat O’Rourke, a local Irish-American politician, married into one of El Paso’s wealthiest families, with his wife (maiden name Melissa Martha Williams) running the business.   As you can see following in the O’Rourke and Williams genealogy, there is not a drop of Hispanic blood in Bobby.

Born in 1972, Bobby grew up in El Paso being taken care of by the family’s Hispanic servants who nicknamed him “Beto,” short for Roberto, Robert in Spanish.  It was a joke among them, for the servants also spoke English, the language of the O’Rourke-Williams  families.

Bobby’s parents never got the joke, nor noticed their Hispanic staff quietly laughing among themselves by addressing young Robert as… “Master Beto.”

So his folks started calling him Beto themselves.  But for the servants, he’ll always be Master Beto, as he should be for all of us.