For me the nobility of the message is overshadowed by the annoyance of yet another Scorcese production casting Leonardo Di Caprio.

For me it was the time he had his Pussy Posse jump Elizabeth Berkley’s boyfriend when he objected to Di Caprio hitting on her in front of him.

Johnny Cash once sat at the table next to mine at the Bottom Line on night. He had the courtesy to not pester me the entire evening. I remember giving him a grateful nod as I left.

You can bet Alex Jones is going to have a nightly show.

Canada wants something. I don’t know what, but the definitely want something.

I hear the entertainment is very good.

I’m curious to see which Republican member of Congress will shout “DEMON!” during Hillary’s first SOTU address. My money is on Tom Cotton.

President Sniffy.

Option 2: He gets hired by Fox&friends. That way Doocy won’t have the headache of having a chick co-host.

But then she defended Rush Limbaugh using the R word because satire!

Any R seats lost in congress will be taken by Trump supporters as more evidence the election was rigged. Remember, when conservatives win it’s (the will of the people/God’s plan), when liberals win it’s (a rigged election/voter fraud/sheeple).

I bet Watters shows up wearing a kimono.

Does it matter that Trump actually believes he looks like Jason Momo?

Hey, I remember you!

Old man Carvel and his horrendous line delivery made me vow to never buy his ice cream, a vow I proudly honor to this day.

“This is like Medieval Times, where you get a turkey leg with a side of terrorism.”

Have you read Jon Voight’s comments? He’s really pissed at De Niro and excusing Trump’s comments since they were made in his younger years, i.e., his very late fifties.

The thing is my comment is actually a fairly accurate rendition of what Baio actually said. The phrasing is slightly different but overall it is a faithful retelling.

Listen up, ladies! Scott Baio has finally spoken out about Trump. Basically, the Trump tapes are just how we guys talk, and the sooner you gals understand that the happier you’ll be. It’s no different than chics gabbing at your white wine get togethers, after the fondue, before the pillow fight, when you talk about…