UF/UF 207: When a #shero comes along…

Yeah you read that right. Shero, as in women heroes. Folks we need em, the sheros.  A crisis has emerged.  A civil war has broken out and it’s not Trumpians vs Liberals.  It’s not Avengers vs Justice League. It’s the… It’s… I can’t believe I’m typing this.

It’s the Lesbians (#sheros) vs the Transgenders (no hashtag, indicating their lameness) over the right to womanhood.  As in who are real women and who aren’t.  The first shot was fired by the #sheros at the pride parade in London, England. They wanted the Trans folks out of the parade and more importantly out of the movement for equality. This isn’t getting much play as you might imagine.

All joking aside this may have serious implications in the issue over the rights of Transgenders in this country.  Stay tuned.  More on this in the future.  Until then revel in the glory that is the greatest hashtag since #feelthebern

As for me and my house we are team #shero.

We talked about other stuff too. So click and listen.

UF/UF 207: When a #shero comes along…





The #shero we need!


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!

Also we are changing providers soon. Keep checking here on what you may need to do if you’re a faithful subscriber.

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!


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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,



All this over little Britt?


Go get em, Britt-britt

If you’ve not seen the video by now, ESPN reporter Britt McHenry is seen saying some nasty, personally demeaning things to the employee of a tow truck company. I watch ESPN regularly, but I don’t specifically remember Britt McHenry.

I’m not feeling outraged like most Americans seem to be. Here’s just a few of my thoughts.

The video is edited. We don’t know all that was being said to her, or what had happened previously.  I’d like to know the other side of the story. Would that justify what she said? I don’t know, maybe. So, you’ve never been screwed and told anyone off?

Mary Katherine Ham started her own twitter stream by tweeting the following:


Apparently this towing company has had quite a  few better business bureau complaints, with many of them specifically concerning the lady McHenry was talking to.  They reportedly have even towed cars that were not in no parking zones. For more information, read the article linked from the Post.

My son had his car towed once. He parked downtown in a “no parking” zone that was specifically designated that so the cops could write tickets and the contracted towing company could tow cars. Do I have any evidence of that? No, but if you saw it, a no parking sign on what’s essentially a deserted street, you’d agree. This was probably 12 years ago. When I went to get the car, the towing fee was 90 dollars. It was four blocks away from where the car was parked. It was legalized robbery sanctioned by the city. The people were rude and nasty. What I said to them would make Britt McHenry look like a pre-schooler.

You’ve never had someone take your car and then screw with you?

I’ve had some epic rants. There was the guy from the water utility, the roofer who worked on our house after the hail-storm, but I’m actually most proud of chewing out the cop that incorrectly filled out an accident report. After going bombastic on him for several minutes, I demanded he change it to accurately reflect the incident (It was an insurance thing). He did. I have just realized, however, that based on current public sentiment, I would have lost at least four jobs in the last 10 years. (At least if I was a low level sideline reporter for ESPN).

What amazes me most is how everyone is the judge and jury of Britt McHenry based on about 40 seconds of video tape. People are calling for her job? Really? Congratulations, you’re all better than her. Which means you think you’re better than someone else, which is what Britt McHenry thinks. But you’ve never said those kinds of nasty things, right? So, yea, you’re better than her. Which is what she thinks. Don’t think about this too long unless you’re smoking weed, in which case, get some Doritos first.

If that doesn’t send you in a circle, try this. People are also calling her the dreaded “B” word, “bully.” But, what if she was being bullied by the tow truck company? Huh, who’s the victim now?

It wasn’t nice, but it’s not a crime. You’ve never told anyone off? Never? You ever say anything that you’re glad wasn’t recorded and put out for the general public? Maybe you’re just pissed that Britt McHenry has more balls than you.

I mean, I’m on social media, and 75% of the people routinely post the nastiest, personally demeaning comments to anyone whose politics differ from theirs. I hear people, men and women, swear without thinking about it in the grocery store. You can’t get away from the F-word these days. But let a pretty little sideline reporter show her mean side and suddenly, everyone’s a Sunday School teacher.

The whole thing was a minute long, for goodness sake. Buck up a little. Does everyone live in gilded cages these days?

To quote President Obama, “Maybe you should get off your high horse.”

McHenry looks exactly like the kind of person who’s probably stuck up and has an attitude. Young, pretty, college graduate, on tv, and not afraid to tell some uneducated, fat women with bad teeth working in a nasty trailer that she’s an uneducated fat women with bad teeth working in a nasty trailer.

Sometimes people need an ass-chewing. I’m not going to critique her style. I thought she was rather calm, but a little more personal than I would have been. She was all down with that sort of “mean girls” act. (Which everyone loves when it’s in a movie). I prefer to go more loud and bombastic. Dude stuff. Launch those swear words like mortar rounds.

This is a lot of nonsense over nothing.

Yes, we should all be better people. I wish people would remember that other than when something like this happens and people can express their outrage and feel better about themselves. Maybe Britt McHenry’s not a nice person. I know some people who are not nice. Some of them are even my friends.  As for the rest of you, as we say in East Tennessee, “bless your heart.”



The night before a mid-term Christmas


‘Twas the night before mid-terms, when all through the Senate,

The Democrats were stirring, wondering, “can we win it?”

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

Hoping that lobbyists would fill them up there.

The representatives were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of voters danced in their heads,

And Michelle in her nightgown and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I thought another intruder had jumped the fence, for that matter.

Away to the window I flew in a blur,

Yelled for the secret service, and wondered where they were.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below;

When, to what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a republican sleigh, they’re going to get me, oh dear!

With a little old driver, curly hair and not tall,

I knew in a moment it must be Rand Paul.

More rapid than filibusters the politicians they came,

And he whistled, and pontificated, and called them by name:

now Christie, now Bush, now Jindal and Perry

On Rubio, on Ryan, of your gaffes be wary,

“To the top of the house, to the top of the Senate!

Now campaign, campaign, we’ll be there in a minute!”

As dry chad before the Florida winds fly,

We’re running for president, we’ll make the dems cry

So to the top of the mid-terms the republicans flew,

With the sleigh full of victories – and some minorities, too.

And then MSNBC I heard on the news

They cried and they cried, “What next? Ted Cruz?”

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

McConnell took Kentucky, new sheriff in town,

A victory speech he gave, with his wife looking fancy,

“Take a seat, Harry Reed, go visit with Nancy”

A bundle of issues was flung on his back,

And he looked like an old white dude, coal dust on his back,

His eyes – how they twinkled! his dimples how merry,

“Just wait till I take over the Senate, young Barry”

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

“You’ve had it your own way too long, you know”

With the reigns of the senate held tight in his teeth,

“We’ll change your climate, commander-in-chief”

Now you want to sit down, have a bourbon with Mitch?

The times have changed, no more bait and switch,

Your term is corrupt, a crooked administration,

Hope and change is gone, it’s left the station.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon let me know, I’m a lame duck with dread.

And gathering the Senate, he went straight to his work,

Filled my stockings with issues, probably called me a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose.

He said, “You’ve got a pen and a phone, we’ll see how that goes.”

He sprung to the senate, to his colleagues gave a shout,

“I’m not sure what we can do, but we’ll see the man out,”

But I heard him exclaim, not allaying my fears,

Happy Christmas to all, except these last two years.

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