WHAT NOT 2014-2016
WHAT NOT 2012-2013
WHAT NOT 2009-2011
WHAT NOT 2005 2


Our resident cineaste, E. Basil St. Blaise, has begun work on his sure-to-be dispensible guide to classic cinema entitled The Auteur Limits. This magnum opus will include his pithiest and pissiest capsule reviews of the greatest films of our finest directors, many of which he has actually seen. He will also consider the misfires of these masters' canons in the interest of providing subsequent generations with the fullest portrait of their oeuvres, and the opportunity to experience schadenfreude at the highest possible level.

Alfred Hitchcock, the much-heralded Master of Suspense, is the first subject of these rough cuts. As St. Blaise explains, "When I first took in Psycho I was a relatively green film critic, mostly because all that violence made me sick to my stomach. And believe you me, I couldn't take a shower for a year, which explains why I still insist on a bidet in my mobile home. I had to slip my original review into a letter to Popular Hostelry Magazine when I pretended to be describing a stay at the Bates Motel and I summed it up as 'Shower scum.' Once I trained my Affenpinscher, Josef, to stand guard at the bathroom door, I gradually got over my ablutophobia (a fear of bathing, not of Popeye's nemesis), and softened my opinion somewhat.

Hitchcock began by making silent films and early talkies in England, with titles like The Lodger: A Story of the London Fog ((1927) –– Err B&B.), Blackmail ((1929) –– Has a familiar ring.), and Murder! ((1930) –– On my backside!), but who would waste time critiquing those? The only thing American audiences hate more than having to read subtitles when actors are chattering away is having to read them when they are not. Or having to read, really. So I begin with a 1934 thriller of which Hitchcock was so proud, he felt compelled to remake it in 1956.

One could admire Fred (as his really good pals called him) for his cleverly-crafted persona as much as for his films, if admire was something one did. Droll and portly, he hosted the long-running anthology TV series Alfred Hitchcock Presents looking like a Rod Serling who had quit cigarettes and given up on the Twilight Zone Diet. And he regularly made cameo appearances in his own flicks like some prediebetic Stan Lee. In his later, stouter years, I marveled that he wasn't called the Master of Suspenders.

But ya gotta love any entertainer who has his own theme song and I kept humming Funeral March of a Marionette ((1872) –– No strings attached.) as I composed the following McGuffin-free notices."

The Man Who Knew Too Much (1934) –– A Brit dodgy.
The 39 Steps (1935) –– Pace offering.
Secret Agent (1936) –– Spyin’less.
Sabotage (1936) –– Spotted plant.
Young and Innocent (1937) –– Dull raw.
The Lady Vanishes (1938) –– Disappearing link.
Jamaica Inn (1939) –– Smuggly customers.
Rebecca (1940) –– Dead of deWinter.
Foreign Corespondent (1940) –– Press: The Panic Button.
Mr. & Mrs. Smith (1941) –– Hitched cock.
Suspicion (1941) –– Hunch backed.
Saboteur (1942) –– Lam stew.
Shadow of a Doubt (1943) –– Stuff your faith.
Lifeboat (1944) –– Desolation row.
Spellbound (1945) –– Ice shrink.
Notorious (1946) –– Reich place at the wrong time.
The Paradine Case (1947) –– Beyond bailiff.
Rope (1948) –– Case he strangle.
Under Capricorn (1949) –– Crappy corn.
Stage Fright (1950) –– Curtains.
Strangers on a Train (1951) –– Snuff said.
I Confess (1953) –– Mea gulper.
Dial M for Murder (1954) –– A close call.
Rear Window (1954) –– Peep thrills.
To Catch a Thief (1955) –– The Cat in the spat.
The Trouble with Harry (1955) –– Obstacle corpse.
The Man who Knew Too Much (1956) –– Oy witness.
The Wrong Man (1956) –– ID card.
Vertigo (1958) –– Dizzy or doesn’t he?
North by Northwest (1959) –– Grant slam.
Psycho (1960) –– Offs his rocker.
The Birds (1963) –– Pecking disorder.
Marnie (1964) –– Klepto conclusions.
Torn Curtain (1966) –– Tears for fears.
Topaz (1969) –– Spy da man.
Frenzy (1972) –– Tie die.
Family Plot (1976) –– Do in what comes naturally.



Illustrated by Tom Hachtman

The little-known Bureau of Prevision, a division of the State Department's Office of Budget and Planning is tasked with foretelling events in the United States. In the course of identifying major geo-political trends the 'crystal ballers' at Previz end up foreseeing a wide range of events in all aspects of American Life.

Director Sybil Merwin, nicknamed the Oracle of Philadelphia, has held the post since '89 (she was appointed by President Benjamin Harrison), and she still takes pride in her department's work. "I see our mission as being above politics, we merely part the mists of time, peer deeply, moan, and discern the shape of things to come no matter the consequences. Look, it doesn't matter if the entrails we spill and inspect come from an elephant or a donkey. 'Que sera, que sera,' as they say. Though, actually, the future is ours to see."

Here are the Top 10 predictions from their 2019 Seer's Catalogue. Reports that the Trump Administration redacted all mentions of environmental catastrophe, economic collapse, and civil war have not been confirmed.

1. Foreign Affairs: Kinda Saudi Investigation
At the request of the White House, Saudi Crown Prince bin Salman will conduct a 'definitive' investigation into the disappeance of dissident journalist Jamal Khashoggi. Agents will not merely comb the premises of the Saudi Embassy in Istanbul, where the professional bad-mouther was purported to have visited (says the Turks!), but they will also poke around the homes and offices of foreign media outlets in Riyadh and the capitals of Arab allies.

They will, incredibly, find Khashoggi's left ear at NBC News in Dubai, the second knuckle of his right index finger at the New York Times Bureau in Cairo, and his sacrum at the apartment of the Washington Post's correspondent in Bahrain. Shockingly, the DNA of CNN newsman Jim Acosta will be found on all of the recovered body parts. Arrests will ensue.

2. Business: Plugging Away
President Trump will greatly expand the merchandising arm of the Executive Branch and launch an online co-venture between the Trump Organization and the White House. The e-commerce site will be spearheaded by the narrow-skulled Eric Trump and be called prezents.gov. The other white Trump says the site will offer a "fun and unexpected selection of unique collectionables for the White House nerd in all of us. But no hunting stuff, even though me and Donny argued for it. And no, we won't accept Bitcoin. But you'll still totally love it."

Featured items in 2019 will include:
1) Navy-blue Donald J. Trump cashmere Snuggie with detachable, over-sized red tie
2) Deluxe Pima Peepee Sheets Bed Set
3) Rocket Man Personal Vibrator
4) MAGA Hat with Plastic Turd on Brim (autographed)
5) Giant Red 'Nuclear Button' for Your Desk
6) 'A Very Stable Genius' novelty socks
7) Inflatable 'I Heart Trump' do-it-yourself stent
8) Tiny Plastic Doll Hands with 3 oz. tube of baby oil
9) Germaphobe Joy Buzzer with Fun Mini Taser
10) 'The Base' adult coloring book
11) Poseable 'Trump Acting Like Typical President' Action Figure
12) The anal plug pictured below

3. Transportation: Branson's MO
Virgin Galactic will send customers who have paid up to $250,000 into space. It has now been confirmed that the substellar tourists traveling in state-of-the-art rockets, will themselves be fueled by some absolutely mind-bending hash Chairman Richard Branson copped from Rolling Stones' guitarist Keith Richards while on vacation in the Britsh Virgin Islands. The hallucinogen will allow them to imagine that they are aboard the Millenium Falcon approaching Tatooine at 0.5 past light speed rather than orbiting the earth like John Glenn did in 1962.

Elon Musk's Los Angeles Loop Tunnel which purports to propel drivers at 150 miles per hour will employ comparable psychotropics to convince commuters they are on the Indianapolis Motor Speedway rather than putting along a claustrophobic one-mile HOV lane.

4. Sports: Taking a Knee
President Trump will escalate his war against unpatriotic NFL players by appearing at the half-time show at Super Bowl LIII in Atlanta, Georgia. He will be escorted by the Cleveland Browns canine mascot Chomps and the US Marine Corps Marching Band playing Elton John's The Bitch is Back.

At midfield, the band will switch to the National Anthem, and the 6'1" Labrador will attempt to take a knee. The Reprimander-in-Chief will then pretend to engage Chomps in an argument over his lack of respect for the American way of life, before bodyslamming the 'dog' to the turf as though he were Vince McMahon of the WWE. He will then partially shave the mascot's head before directing security to escort the beaten beast off the field.

Trump will then bellow to the crowd "Get that son of a bitch off the field right now," initiating a call and response with the appreciative throng, alternating "son of a bitch" and "off the field." After a final, triumphant "You're fired!", the President will strut to the sideline to a thunderous roar.

5. Politics: Maalox Mystery Tour
Bernie Sanders will inaugurate his 2020 Presidential campaign with a 1960s-style VW Microbus tour through all U.S. states that have rest stops situated no more than 90-minutes apart, and offer Early Bird Specials. Inspired by Ken Kesey's Merry Pranksters, the near-octogenarian, will enlist surviving Hippie icons like Cheech and Chong, Joan Baez, Janis Ian, Peter, Paul and various Fugs to barnstorm on his behalf. The vehicle will run on CBD, creating fumes which will mellow out rally-goers without that harsh reality check the Bern, Baby, Bern crowd does not dig.

Sanders will express confidence that it is best to confront the age question head-on like a drunk in an SUV, and that his appeal to simpler, higher times will resonate with voters of all ages. And he'll insist he's unconcerned that no one on board will drive at night.

6. Entertainment: Stormy und Drang
Adult star Stormy Daniels will expand her porn empire to include a dirty magazine entitled Potus which will feature photo spreads of her engaging in naughty acts with Donald J. Trump impersonators. This will inspire a series of X-rated videos with titles like Make America Grind Again, Takin' It in the Trump, Eatin' His Magic Mushroom, Short Don Silver, Stormy Wetter, Saturday Night Covfefe, Boobs on Boob Action, and Hole to the Chief.

7. Law: Potty of Lincoln
It will not be the precarious health of progressive judicial icon Ruth Bader Ginsburg that will present President Trump with yet another opportunity to name a Supreme Court Justice, but, instead, the surprise resignation of fellow liberal Steven Breyer. He will be forced out by female Democratic legislators over his inappropriate remarks concerning Lady Justice, and replaced with "Squee", the high school drinking buddy Judge Kavanaugh referenced in his confirmation hearings.

X-ray imaging will determine that the granular remains of Republican President Abraham Lincoln will have turned over in his tomb in Springfield, IL.

8. Medicine: Steve Maddened
The sample of a grotesque cutaneous anomaly from the face of former presidential advisor Steve Bannon will lead to a stunning series of medical breakthroughs. Once the throbbing, dermal mass is subdued and subjected to a wide battery of tests at the CDC, it will be determined that the alt-right avatar is patient zero for 21st-century outbreaks of flesh-eating bacteria, ebola, swine flu, bubonic plague, halitosis, greyscale, DTs and bad karma.

9. Equality: Team Tag
By presidential decree, teams in both the NFL and MLB will be forced to drop names judged offensive to Native Americans, and replace them with more appropriate slurs. The edict will state, 'Now that so-called 'Native Americans' are contained on reservations and pose little threat to 'Real Americans', (and the casino owners who wisely got out of the market when they did) it seems unnecessary to denigrate them further. The Cincinnati Reds may retain their name so long as it is clear that it refers to the Republican Party rather then a heathen skin tone.'

The Washington Redskins will become the Shitholes, the Kansas City Chiefs will be called the Bad Hombres, the Atlanta Braves will be renamed the Beaners, and the Cleveland Indians will be redubbed the Infidels.

10. Collusion: Dread Red Redemption
On May 9, the Annual Victory Day Parade in Moscow's Red Square will feature a salute to Russia's Foreign Intelligence Service's crack cyberhacking corps. President Putin will announce, "It is time for Motherland to acknowledge patriotic service of all loyal Bears, whether Fancy or Cozy or Wiki, in striking fear into hearts of adversaries. What will enemies do? Get off Facebook?"

President Trump will be invited to attend and be lured by the promise of really, really big missiles. And an offer of asylum at the same location as Edward Snowden, providing the NSA snitch gets to keep the room with a window.


Christmas is coming, and it's time to feel the strains of cheery ditties and stuff your stockings. Thus, we contacted E. Basil St. Blaise, our slightly fruity Panettone of music criticism, whose pan o' Tony is legendary, (Snowfall: The Tony Bennett Christmas Album (1968) –– Flakes out.) and asked him to review 2018's crop of Xmas tunes before they disappear into thin airs.

Holiday music always warms the heart of St. Blaise and his trusty canine companion. His patented Nogasaki Fat Man cocktail takes care of the other organs. From his mobile HQ, currently parked in Santa Claus, IN (he claims) the Christmas Grouse explains, "I put on a cotton beard and fur-trimmed red cap and place foam antlers and a red clown's nose on Josef, while playfully calling him Rudolf. That get-up stays on for about twenty seconds. If I'm in a mellow mood and feel warmly disposed to the little brute, I pop Ella Fitzgerald & Louis Armstrong's Ella & Louis Christmas ((2016) –– Scat fancy.) in the CD player. If I'm feeling more Satan than Santa, I choose the tinnitis-inducing Christmas Bells by Carillon Bells ((2015) –– Una-pealing.) and make Josef listen with headphones. If I can't decide, it's Elvis' Christmas Album ((1957) –– Blue suede snooze.) on the Radio Shack Hi-Fi with peanut butter, banana and bacon sandwiches."

Here are this year's Grinch-worthy releases for your listening pleasure.

Legendary Christmas / John Legend –– Legends of the Falalala.
Happy Xmas / Eric Clapton –– Snow hand.
Shatner Claus: The Christmas Album / William Shatner –– Cheap Trek.
This Christmas Day / Jessie J –– JJ what?
It’s the Holiday Season / Martina McBride –– Runaway McBride.
Christmas Party / The Monkees –– Ho ho hosed.
Winter in the Air / David Archuleta –– Nippy slip.
Warmest Christmas Wishes / Engelbert Humperdinck –– Hummer stink.
Warmer in the Winter / Lindsey Sterling –– Tuner melt.
You Make it Feel Like Christmas / Gwen Stefani –– Bah! relief.
Christmas (Take a Ride) / Mitch Ryder –– Sleigh, lady, sleigh.
Emmet Otter’s Jug-Band Christmas / Paul Williams –– Otter nonsense.
Season of Peace: The Christmas Collection / Michael McDonald –– Cold McDonald.
Christmas Party / RuPaul –– Glad drags.
It’s Christmas, Eve / LeAnn Rimes –– Eve of destruction.
A Merry Little Christmas / Mormon Tabernacle Choir –– Carol chanting.
Reason for the Season / Mike Love –– For the Love of mic.

'Tis also the season for artists to repackage and resell their once-upon-a-time popular music in shiny, new packages to sonic Boomers with short memories. Here's hoping you live in a state that has legalized Maryjane which should help you remember and/or forget, as needed.

Legacy / Eagles –– Soar losers.
This Was: 50th Anniversary Edition / Jethro Tull –– A Tull roar.
Unzipped / Whitesnake –– Put it back in your pans.
Solo Anthology: The Best of Lindsey Buckingham / Lindsey Buckingham –– Buckingham ballast.
Every Move You Make: The Studio Recordings / The Police –– Stingeroo.
Chris Cornell / Chris Cornell –– Boxed set.
…And Justice for All / Metallica –– Din of iniquity.
Roxy Music Super Deluxe / Roxy Music –– Airy-Ferry.
The Girl From Chickasaw County: The Complete Capitol Masters / Bobbie Gentry –– Landed Gentry.
Down the Road Wherever / Mark Knopfler –– Dire traits.



Leaves are falling, screams are rising, and the scent of artifical pumpkin flavoring is in the air. All Hallow's Eve is fast approaching and E. Basil St. Blaise has fired up the ol' VCR for his annual Blood Feast ((1963) –– Red red whine.) wherein he binges horror classics until he feels Braindead ((1992) –– Smarts.) "And then I'm ready for FOX News," he reports.

Sipping a Zombie, of the cocktail variety, our reviewer went on to explain, "Lon Chaney Sr., the Man of a Thousand Faces, gave us two of the iconic monsters of Hollywood's Silent Era, the grotesque Hunchback and the horrific Phantom. Those were my kind of leading men –– extremely threatening, but not as romantic leads. They were the kinds of suitors that made you feel good about your chances at romance. Later, one became a Disney song and shuffle man à la Nathan Lane, the other a skulking, crooning ad for Proactiv. "

The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1923) –– Never gets over the hump.
The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1939) –– Dead ringer.
The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1956) –– Quasidodo.
The Hunchback of Notre Dame (1996) –– Gargoyle interrupted.
The Phantom of the Opera (1925) –– Erik addle.
The Phantom of the Opera (1943) –– Disaster aria.
The Phantom of the Opera (2004) –– Webber gruel.
The Phantom of the Paradise (1974) –– Rocky horror picture slough.

And, as a bonus, the vertically-challenged St. Blaise scales the heights and plumbs the depths of sci-fi flicks that feature terrors awfully small or terribly big.

The Devil-Doll (1936) –– Shrinking violence.
The Incredible Shrinking Man (1957) –– Mini camp.
The Incredible Shrinking Woman (1981) –– Minute maid.
Attack of the Puppet People (1958) –– Wee whackers.
Fantastic Voyage (1966) –– Micros cope.
Honey, I Shrunk the Kids (1989) –– Teeny boppers.
Honey, I Blew Up the Kid (1992) –– Shoulda used dynamite.
War of the Colossal Beast (1958) –– Jumbo scrimp.
Attack of the the 50 Foot Woman (1958) –– Econo-large.
Attack of the 50 Ft. Woman (1993) –– Stun size.
Village of the Giants (1965) –– Mega what?



FOX News is the AIP of cable stations –– a schlock outfit pumping out scary stories on the cheap that prove inexplicaby popular. American International Pictures was a production company active from 1954 through 1980 that released exploitation films of every sleazy stripe, under the aegis of cigar-chomping vulgarian Samuel Z. Arkoff (a sort of Roger Ailes, but with far more class.) They gave us classics like I Was a Teenage Frankenstein ((1957) –– A total zitshow.), The Ghost in the Invisible Bikini ((1966) –– Sun scream.), and The Thing With Two Heads ((1972) –– And half a brain.) Although FOX's demographic is decades older than AIP's horny teens, this House of Horrors has brought us far more terrifying monsters like O'Reilly, Palin, and Trump.

To celebrate FOX talent in this spooky season, E. Basil St. Blaise, our all-seeing Dr. Cyclops ((1940) –– Dedicated to the one-eye love.) of film criticism, focuses on the slasher flicks that arose in the 70s and 80s and spawned numerous damaged offspring that haunt us to this day. St. Blaise claims not to have been a fan of the gory subgenre. "Most of them are about as exciting as a lumberjack contest with all that chopping," he laments, "I usually end up sawing wood. And those poor teenagers –– getting impaled for the first time oughta' be fun. And not with a fireplace poker."

"The baddies usually have as much personality as a Cuisinart blender. Freddy Krueger changed that, but old pizza face would never shut up. I prefer my horror with a touch of classy menace and a Continental accent. Like that truly scary Sebastian Gorka on FOX. Couldn't you just see him glowering in a red-lined cape in a remake of Count Yorga, Vampire ((1970) –– Bit fit.)?"

Halloween (1978) –– Stab hunter.
Halloween II –– 6 (1981-1995) –– Cutting class.
Halloween H20: 20 Years Later (1998) –– Watered down.
Halloween: Resurrection (2002) –– Raises a stink.
Friday the 13th (1980) –– Boo camp.
Friday the 13th Part 2 –– Jason X (1981-2001) –– Expiration dates.
Freddy vs. Jason (2003) –– Freddy the 13th?
Friday the 13th (2009) –– Who’s axing?
A Nightmare on Elm Street 2: Freddy’s Revenge (1985) –– Like Montezuma’s.
A Nightmare on Elm Street 3 –– 5 (1987-1989) –– Sleeping bogey.
Freddy’s Dead: The Final Nightmare (1991) –– Dead to rise.
A Nightmare on Elm Street (2010) –– Creep’s up.
Childs Play (1988) –– UpChucky.
Child’s Play 2 (1990) –– Babble head doll.
Child’s Play 3 (1991) –– Gamy face.
Bride of Chucky (1998) –– Raggedy angst.
Seed of Chucky (2004) –– Daft spunk.
Curse of Chucky (DVD 2013) –– Cussin’ It.
Cult of Chucky (DVD 2017) –– Sect’s fiend.



Facebook exposed 50,000,000+ users' personal data to the firm Cambridge Analytica which allegedly used it to influence a number of political outcomes including the UK's Brexit vote and the 2016 US election. This extraordinary carelessness and the bumbling reaction of Facebook's founder to it inspired Thomas Kerr to produce the following paean.


I met a web-surfer from an antique LAN,
Who said — “Two sneakered and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. … Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose glasses,
And curly red hair, and sneer of smug command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions face recognized
Which yet survive, stamped on social media,
The post that mocked them, and the 'like' that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Zuckymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Facebook, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

–– With apologies to Shelley ... none at all to Zuck



At what point will Donald J. Trump issue the executive order to officially change the inscription on the Great Seal of the United States from E Pluribus Unum to Magnitude Rerum? He judges reality entirely in terms of quantity over quality and the proportion that obsesses him most is that of Dong Jr. He finds metaphors for his manhood everywhere, from skyscrapers to bank accounts to missiles to men's heights to Marco Rubio's dick. Surely this phallocrat would love the precept Size Matters thus enshrined on a scroll held in the beak of a bulked-up blond, coiffed eagle with two large testicles hanging beneath the striped shield.

North Korea's Kim Jong-un bragged in his New Year's day speech that, "The entire United States is within range of our nuclear weapons, and a nucler button is always on my desk."

The President of the United States tweeted the following measured response: "North Korean Leader Kim Jong Un just stated that the “Nuclear Button is on his desk at all times.” Will someone from his depleted and food starved regime please inform him that I too have a Nuclear Button, but it is a much bigger & more powerful one than his, and my Button works!"

Will the acrimonious comparison of the magnitude of their comparative mushroom clouds be the 'inauguration crowd controversy' of this year?

Update: Porn star Stormy Daniels released her memoir Full Disclosure on October 2, 2018. In it she recounts her alleged affair with Donald Trump in 2006 and helpfully describes the President's mushroom-like member. Boom.



Let us set the scene as The Yuletide Trust announces its 2017 Top 12 Wishes of Christmas List just in the Saint Nick of time. It's X-msk Eve in balmy Omsk (only -15º C), and Wishfinder General Adesta Fidelis is standing at the podium in the festively festooned Rudolph Room about to deliver her remarks. Her audience is composed of her bodyguard Misha, two ham radio operators, four Yuletide Trust interns, two correspondents from the local newspaper Komsomolskaia Pravda, and a reporter from RT who wrote an insufficiently enthusiastic article about Vladimir Putin's personal depilatory engineer. Ms. Fidelis is attired in a GFK Ugly Sweater from the Ghostface Killah Collection and we are told the long-stemmed martini glass by her side is filled with pure melted Siberian snow.

With a broad, but nervous smile, the diminutive Ms. Fidelis begins, 'Welcome, one and all, to the most eagerly-awaited Celebrity List since Ranker's The Absolute Worst Actors-Turned-Musician. Every year we are one step ahead of the competition, including the NSA, in uncovering the most secret desires of the rich and famous and sharing them with the poor and anonymous –– let's hear it for our Jolly Bear cyber team! Extra bitcoins in your virtual stockings this year."

After a swig of 176 proof water she continues, "Now some of you might like me to address the elephant in the room, not the pink one doing the Cossack dance on Misha's shoulder –– and explain why it is I, not CEO Holly Ann D'Ivie, standing here at this momentous moment. First, let me dispel some fake news reports that have been circulating concerning our fine leader. A) She is not in the Boris Yeltsin Clinic "drying out". She is definitely not dried out. And #2, I shlipped her a Polonium cocktail and this is my All About Adesta moment. C'mon, you can't even get arsenic around here, for cryin' out loud."

"No," she insists after another cleansing shot, "no, the truth is she's in Washington, DC appearing before some Senate or House or Souse Committee on Russian meddling in the 2016 election. Seems like Ms. D'Ivie was alleged to be in a certain shecret meeting at Trump Tower last June translating between that fat record promoter and Don Jr. English to whatever it is he speaks. Well, that, and the accusations of money laundering here at the Trusht for that stalled Trump Siberian Resort Project."

"And yes, the escape attempt failed and Yul Tannenbaum, our original CEO, is back in Alaska's Goose Creek Correctional Center. Maybe he can tidy up a space in the cell next door for Ms. D'Ivie –- heck, they'd go at it like cats and dogs. Now you know my secret wish. And here are the next dreamy dozhen." With that Ms. F disappears behind the podium, presumably stepping down from her stool. We can still see the following list waving in her left hand, as though in surrender.

12) Kevin Spacey: Digit spinner.
11) Rose McGowan: "Hurry, cane Harvey!"
10) Kim Jong-un: Testes rocket kit.
9) Sarah Sanders Huckabee: An ounce of truth.
8) Sen. Al Franken: Double-D stress balls.
7) Roy Moore: Teen Wolf boxed set.
6) Meghan Markle: Royal prints.
5) Ivanka Trump: Tiffany watched.
4) Colin Kaepernick & Trump Cabinet: New knee pads.
3) Stephen Miller: What do you give the man who hates everything?
2) America, T minus 1122 Days: 190 proof water.
1) Santa Claus: A U.S. travel visa.Drawing © Rob Shepperson
For more of Rob's TGIF drawings visit robshepperson.blogspot.com



The year has simply flown by and it's time again to dispose of whatever income you have left on grudging gifts, while praying that you can still write them off as 'business expenses' after the Republicans pass their tax bill. Always remember to add 'LLC' after your name on the enclosed card, just in case. To help you select the perfect not-too-special something for that awfully average someone, we've enisted our Little Drama Boy, E. Basil St. Blaise, to review the best of the new crop of Holiday Albums.

Blaise says, "I like to fire up the portable butane range here in my mobile HQ –– which is currently parked in a Wal-Mart lot in Safford, AZ (until after the New Year's Sales) –– and warm up some of my special Groggy Nog. Then I spin these disks and see which ones get little Josef, my somewhat deaf affenpinscher, to yap the loudest. His ear, the left one, is still unerring. Then I pray some of those homicidally cheerful carolers will come along so I can reach up through the hatch in the roof of my trailer and pour some of the tepid Nog down on them and pretend it's boiling oil like in my favorite Chas. Addams cartoon. Sigh. I love this season.'

Every Day Is Christmas / Sia –– Sia troubles.
Christmas Everyday / Smokey Robinson –– Smokey and the band did.
You Make It Feel Like Christmas / Gwen Stefani –– Black-eyed peace.
Christmas Christmas / Cheap Trick –– Snow mas!
Dear December / The Minus 5 –– Non-plussed.
Christmas After Midnight / Fantasia –– Wheeze hours.
Finally It’s Christmas / Hanson –– Present-day.
Let It Snow / 98 Degress –– Let it melt.
Christmas Back to You / Chanté Moore –– Moore the merrier.
The Christmas Wish / Herb Alpert –– Tootle eww.
My Kind of Christmas / Reba –– Air filcher.
Not So Silent Night / REO Speedwagon –– Noise to the world.
Christmas with Jon Batiste / Jon Batiste –– Dud of winter.
Christmas in Tahoe / Train –– Green sleaze.
Simply Christmas / Leslie Odom Jr. –– X-mas for Dummies.
Noël / Josh Groban –– No, Hell.

St. Blaise also dug through the teetering stack of non-fiction books on the night table next to his bed to find the ones that really put the 'Moi!' in memoir. Here are some gems from 2017 that you probably overlooked, but your unsuspecting giftee can look over.

Growing Up Fisher by Joely Fisher –– Joely old eff.
The Grouchy Historian by Ed Asner with ed. Weinberger –– Crank shaft.
A Good Life: Newspapering and Other Adventures by Ben Bradlee –– Special ed.
Endurance by Scott Kelly –– Gravitational bull.
We’re Going to Need More Wine by Gabriel Union –– Drinking out loud.
Sisters First by Jenna Bush Hager and Barbara Pierce Bush –– Bush babies.
An American Family by Khizr Khan –– Right in the Khizr.
A River in Darkness: One Man's Escape from North Korea by Masaji Isikawa –– Korea & Lives.
Going Into Town: A Love Letter to New York by Roz Chast –– Chast itty belt.
Standing Strong by Teresa Giudice –– Jersey cowed.
I’m Fine…and Other Lies by Whitney Cummings –– Cummings and goings.
It Takes Two: Our Story by Jonathan and Drew Scott –– Scotts freak.
Believe Me by Yolanda Hadid –– Does the dirty Hadid.
There Is No F*cking Secret by Kelly Osbourne –– Or point.
Kirk and Anne: Letters of Love, Laughter, and a Lifetime in Hollywood by Kirk Douglas and Anne Douglas –– Douglas circa.
The Secrets of My Life by Caitlyn Jenner –– Cait spayed.
Cravings: How I Conquered Food by Judy Collins –– Sweet Judy blew lies.
Judy and I: My Life with Judy Garland by Sid Luft –– Luft waffle.
Superficial: Andy Cohen –– Cohen bothers.
Around the Way Girl by Taraji P. Henson –- Jam Henson.



In anticipation of the inevitable Roy Moore win I began the first drawing below on Alabama's Election Night for inclusion in this week's Inx Package. It depicts Judge Dreadful as the driver of the GOP's new pedo van, scaring away young females. In the Age of Trump, extreme cynicism has become the default setting in all matters political, and I was dead certain that Alabamans would reject 'big city' critiques of Moore's antediluvian views (even Noah would think they were backward) and the painfully credible charges of his preying on underaged girls. I was sure they'd elect him as much out of cussedness as an embrace of his 'values'.

I've rarely been so happy to admit I was wrong. Doug Jones, a fairly progressive Democrat with a solid history on defending civil rights, edged out the reprobate, dealing a blow to Trump, Bannon and the Senate Republicans. Well, Happy Hanukkah and Holy Shit. I was thrilled to amend the original image.

Martin Kozlowski


It's once again that season when we don't know whether to laugh or scream. Come to think of it, that's how we've felt for the entire past year. Either way, we've set The Abominable Dr. Phibes ((1971) –– Price gouging.) of film criticism, E. Basil St. Blaise, to reviewing some ghastly Halloween favorites as an entire nation succumbs to hysteria.

Chief source of our nervous titters has been the real-time remake of the Mel Brooks classic Young Frankenstein ((1974) –– The Igor Sanction.) currently being taped in the White House. St. Blaise claims, "Old Trumpenstein combines belly laughs with strangled cries for help in ways we haven't seen since Abbot and Costello Meet the Mummy ((1955) –– Tomb it may concern.) We're all so spooked by it that we're looking for explanations in the strangest places –– from evil Russian trolls to lead in the water to The Invasion of the Body Snatchers ((1956) –– Aiie!Pods). Personally, I blame white-as-a-KKK-sheet supernatural forces like the kind you'd find in these haunted features."

Blithe Spirit (1941) –– Common seance.
The Uninvited (1944) –– The school of horrid knocks.
The Innocents (1961) –– The turn of the screwed.
Carnival of Souls (1962) –– Bury-go-round.
The Haunting (1963) –– Home 'n' spectre.
The Legend of Hell House (1973) –– Habitat for inhumanity.
The Amityville Horror (1979) –– Bugger boo.
The Fog (1980) –– Like pee soup.
Poltergeist (1982) –– Hocus bogus.
House (1985) –– Ghost stories.
Ghost (1990) –– Bury the lead.
Ringu (1998) –– Tape dreck.
The Sixth Sense (1999) –– Chills Willis.
The Devil's Backbone (2001) –– Spine-tinkling.
The Ring (2002) –– Video killed the rounder-eye star.

As Mel Brooks snarked, 'It's good to be the King", and Castle Rock star Stephen has been having his hack-work translated into mediocre monster movies for 40 years. Here's a look back at some notable adaptations from the last millineum.

Carrie (1976) –– Promcom.
Salem's Lot
(1979) –– The shunshine boys.
(1982) –– Fright tracker.
(1983) –– Plymouth rot.
The Dead Zone
(1983) –– The Foresight Saga.
(1983) –– Sics sics sics.
Children of the Corn (1984) –– Scream of the crop.
Firestarter (1984) –– Corpus crispy.
Maximum Overdrive (1986) –– Garbage truck.
The Running Man (1987) –– Track scars.
Pet Semetary (1989) –– Father knows beast.
It (1990) –– Fears of a clown.
Misery (1990) –– Fan friction.
The Lawnmower Man (1992) –– Rotor ruder.
Thinner (1996) –– Diet hard.
The Shining (1997) –– Overlook.
Apt Pupil (1998) –– Fascist and furious.
The Green Mile (1999) –– Racking chair.



E. Basil St. Blaise, our Escoffier of critically seared pans, sampled several recent celebrity cookbooks to deliver the following distasteful menu. The sheer glut of these volumes makes one wonder how many chefs' d'oeuvres does the home cook really need? How many of these weighty tomes with their food-porn spreads and over-seasoned prose can a kitchen cupboard even bear?

And in the Age of Trump, who wants fancy recipes and elaborate preparations when you feel the desperate urge to eat your stress? Only the fastest, greasiest, cheesiest, sloppiest comfort food will do. Farm to table? More like microwave to mush.

Appetites: A Cookbook by Anthony Bourdain –– Pots unknown.
Cooking for Jeffrey: A Barefoot Contessa Cookbook by Ina Garten –– Ina Garten de veto.
Alton Brown: EveryDayCook by Alton Brown –– Hash Brownie.
Meathead: The Science of Great Barbecue and Grilling by Meathead Goldwyn –– Grate expectations.
Mario Batali--Big American Cookbook: 250 Favorite Recipes from Across the USA by Mario Batali –– Batali wacker.
The Red Rooster Cookbook: The Story of Food and Hustle in Harlem by Marcus Samuelsson –– When the cock croaks.
Damn Delicious: 100 Super Easy, Super Fast Recipes by Chungah Rhee –– Rheegurgitation.
Cravings: Recipes for All the Food You Want to Eat by Chrissy Teigen –– Chrissy hind.
The Seasoned Life: Food, Family, Faith, and the Joy of Eating Well by Ayesha Curry –– Dim Curry.
Essential Emeril: Favorite Recipes and Hard-Won Wisdom from My Life in the Kitchen by Emeril LaGasse –– Emeril shitty.
Martha Stewart's Appetizers: 200 Recipes for Dips, Spreads, Snacks, Small Plates, and Other Delicious Hors d'Oeuvres, Plus 30 Cocktails by Martha Stewart –– Non starters.
Jacques Pépin Heart & Soul in the Kitchen by Jacques Pépin –– Pépin seared.
James Beard's All-American Eats: Recipes and Stories from Our Best-Loved Local Restaurants by The James Beard Foundation –– Stir crazy.


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