UF/UF 199: The Stupid, It Burns

Brace yourself people. Lots of stupid this week. We respond with lots of vulgarity. From the #metoo movement going full dumb-ass to the Trump-ettes or deplorables as they prefer, going full anti-constitution while defending the constitution, the stupid abounds.

As usual we break it all down for you. All you gotta do is click the link.

UF/UF 199: The Stupid, It Burns




NY Attorney General – beating women while leading the charge to defend women.

UF/UF 196: Kneel-less in Seattle

The most famous quarterback/activist is still not in the NFL. Refusing to stand during the anthem Colin Kapernick lost a chance to work out for the Seattle Seahawks. Look just between me and you, he sucks. How do I know that? Because if he didn’t suck he’d be playing. Michael Vick went to jail of two years for making money off of killing dogs. Guess what he did after he got out – played 4 more years in the NFL.

Anyway click the link to hear my rant on why Kapernick is really not back in the NFL and it has nothing to do with the anthem. We talked about other stuff too.

UF/UF 196: Kneel-less in Seattle





Killed dogs – still played – didn’t suck


UF/UF 176: Weinstein’s Hollywood

Some dark days in Hollywierd these days. And by all accounts there is more to come. I’m not sure what’s more sad, the crimes perpetrated by this monster or the people covering up for him all these years,or the people running for cover now.

It’s not all dark here at UF/UF. T-Nak is back!

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So click the link you crazy loyal bastards.

UF/UF 176: Weinstein’s Hollywood


Oh My God. The creepy! It burns!

UF/UF 175: The great and terrible gun debate.

Well it was inevitable. Not the shooting in Vegas, but the political football it has become. Or should I say the political football it was made into by conservatives who won’t relent one bit on gun control and liberals who want every item that fires a projectile of any sort banned from the universe.

Is it any wonder Sandy Hook, where a school full of little kids were murdered, has had zero effect on guns and gun crime in this country? But you can forget blaming the guns. And stop blaming the shooter for that matter. This issue rests squarely on the two sides who only want to score political points instead of solve anything.

Click and we’ll explain.

UF/UF 175: The great and terrible gun debate.

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Flipping off the Vegas shooter during the rain of gunfire. This is the hero America needs.



UF/UF 174: Protestations

Kneeling, standing, sitting, prone, no matter your preference there is a protest position for even the laziest of patriots. What there seems to be a lack of is a clear message. Are the bigger groups of players protesting the injustices in America or are they protesting the President cause he called them sons a bitches?

Who knows?

We do, that’s who!

Click and we’ll clear it all up for you, or Hupp will be your house boy for the rest of the year.

UF/UF 174: Protestations

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You’re welcome America!


Very high tech. Hupp only lets me look. I’m under strict no touch orders.


UF/UF 135: TRUMP! and Synchronized Swimming

The Republican circus finally has their monkey. The question is can they keep his feces tossing under control till November. God this is going to be fun.

Also, were you aware synchronized swimmers at the Lympics suffer head trauma akin to NFL and NHL athletes? Me neither. We do a deep dive on that tonight. (See what I did there) Click the link you crazy monkeys and get an up close and personal of your new overlord.

UF/UF 135: TRUMP! and Synchronized Swimming

Synchro Swimmers Lives Matter. (SSLM)

Synchro Swimmers Lives Matter. (SSLM)

The Night Before Trump-mas

For your entertainment, my annual defiling of

“The Night Before Christmas”

‘Twas the year before the election, and all through the land,

Politicians were stirring, and starting to glad-hand,

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that special interest groups would fill them there;

The candidates were nestled all snug with their pacs,

With visions of donors filling up their sacks;

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,

We were settling down in front of the tv for a long winter’s nap,

When on all the media there arose such a clatter,

I flipped on my big screen to see what was the matter.

Through all the channels I flipped as fast as I could,

Such a commotion, I thought, this can’t be good.

The high-def picture on my new 72-inch screen

Gave the lustre of the bizarre to the political scene,

When, to what to my wondering eyes should await,

But an election season, and too many candidates,

And then one candidate, with his hair piled in a lump,

I knew in a moment it must be Donald J. Trump,

More rapid than eagles his challengers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

“Now, Bush! now Rubio! now, Fiorina and Christie!

On, Huckabee! on Carson, on Cruz and Paul,

To the top of the polls! I will not fall,

Now dash away, losers! I’ll build a wall!”

As illegal immigrants before the border patrol fly,

I’ll build a wall, it’ll reach to the sky,

So up to the top of the polls he flew,

With a sack full of money, and a big ego, too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard him exclaim,

If the Republicans don’t like me, I may change the game,

He was dressed in his clothing line, from his head to his toe,

And his buildings were all glittery gold, you know,

With bombastic statements he flung here and there,

He said I don’t need anyone’s money, I’m a billionaire,

His eyes — how they twinkled as he went state to state,

“I’m leading all the polls, I’ll make America great!”

With his great big mouth as wide as a bow,

There was almost nothing he wouldn’t say, you know.

With a broad proclamation he stated so strong,

I’ll stop Muslims at the border, cause what the hell’s going on?

These politicians all have a yellow belly,

Somebodies got to do something, but they just shake like jelly.

His campaign was like reality tv, a giant comb-over elf,

And I laughed as I watched it, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon let me to know there was plenty to dread;

He spoke many words, mostly lacking tact,

And filled all the space; without using much fact,

And when he was challenged he threw insults to foes,

Giving a thumbs up, up the polls he rose;

He sprang place to place,

to Iowa gave a whistle,

And away he flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew to the next state,