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Last week, I told the Tale of Carlos and his utter lack of pop culture in not knowing one single Janet Jackson song. This week, out shopping as  we’re walking through a department store, music is playing, and he says to me:

“Oh this is Michael’s sister, Janet.”

“No, sweetie, this is Whitney Houston.”

At the next stop, he heard the music playing and said:

“Ah, Janet.”

“It’s Rihanna.”

“Beyonce?”

“Rihanna.”

“Is she Michael’s sister?”

I thought it was going to be a long weekend until I saw the smirk on his face and knew he was messing with me.

You gotta be a special kind of stupid to rally behind a man who claims to be rich but makes you foot the bill to run  this country while he pays not one dime.

It’s become increasingly clear that Democrats are sexier than Republicans. I mean, has anyone ever heard anyone say, “Man, that’s a fine piece of elephant?”

The other day I received a notice from Twitter for my post about the spat between Large Marge and Bobo:

“We put a warning message on these Tweets because they might have sensitive content—like nudity, sexual content, violence, gore, or hateful symbols. We know we don’t always get it right. So if you think we flagged your Tweet by mistake, you can appeal the warning by clicking on each Tweet. Keep in mind, this doesn’t guarantee it’ll be removed.”

This is the Tweet:

“I want a cage match in Congress

#LargeMarge And #Bobo Taking Their Infighting Public https://t.co/ypjjHWyAXt”

I challenged the blocking of the Tweet asking if it was the “nudity, sexual content, violence, gore, or hateful symbols” that caused the removal since there wasn’t any.

Sidenote: every single time Junior Tweets one of his homemade videos, I reply with:

“Do another line, and then fuck off, Junior.”

And that has never been flagged. The lesson is: tell Junior to fuck off and you’re golden, suggest two morons in the GOP take their high school mean girl spat to a cage match and that is just too much.

PS Twitter put the Tweet back up.

I was told the office Christmas party was fun, and that I had a really good time, but it all still seems a blur.

Speaking of GOP infighting, Ronna McDaniel, chair of the Republican National Committee, has some explaining to do about money spent last year while she was in charge: more than $500,000 in private jet expenses, $64,000 for clothes; $321,000 in floral arrangements; $400,000 for event tickets, including $30,000 for a private box at a Raiders game; $13,000 for Broadway shows, $9,400 at Madison Square Garden, and $43,000 at Top Golf. In addition, under McDaniel’s, the RNC spent $150,000 on non-essential office expenses, like $25,000 on Commonwealth Joe coffee, $7,000 on cupcakes, $7,000 on candles and diffusers, and $75,000 at Pottery Barn, West Elm, Restoration Hardware, and Crate & Barrel.

Hey Ronna, how does this help the party, or is this just making life richer for you?

I wrote a letter to Santa to see if I had been Naughty or Nice this year, and he wrote back saying I was more Mentally Disturbed. 

But at least it’s not Naughty and he promised he was bringing me a big package.

Believe it or not, but supermodel Tyson Beckford has just turned fifty-two years old. Now, 52 today ain’t your Daddy’s 52, but, c’mon, this is hot, which begs the question: Would You hit It?