UF/UF 167: New Sheriff in Town?

Now that the West Wing yard sale on staffers is over, for the time being, can a new sheriff in the form of another retired general get control? Can anyone get control of the current White House communications staff? Does anyone really care? These questions and more answered tonight on UF/UF 167!

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UF/UF 167: New Sheriff in Town?

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kelly

Can he be the overseer Trump needs?

UF/UF 166 – Reince and Repeat: Another Trump staffer bites the dust.

Well, this one we called a while ago. Six months ago in fact. You always hate to be right about someone losing their job but I think we all knew it was coming. The question now is, how long until his replacement eats it? Click and find out.

UPDATE!

Since we recorded this episode Reince Preibus, Trump’s Chief of Staff, was given the heave hoe by Trump. We called this one too.

Reince and Repeat: Another Trump staffer bites the dust.

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sean and reince

The long lonely walk.

 

Uf/UF 165: Octopussy

From Russia with Love

 Or something like that. Just when you thought Boris Badenov and Natasha Fatale weren’t real. Well, the Trump administration can’t shake the Russia stuff because, well, this time it’s actually their fault. Hey, just grab em by the Octopussy. The bigger question is; why would you need to go to Russia to get dirt on Hillary? Also, there’s a few things aggravating us here at UF/UF. We clear the air. Take heed.

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vell, hello Jr., how are you dahlink? Vee should talk, yes?

UF/UF 160 Media Meltdown

UF/UF 160 Media Meltdown

 

This week, we will look at the journalistic concept of “I hate you, but hey, I can still be fair.”  Yea, maybe not so much. Listen for yourself.

Man down! The Pope had commitments this week and the Bully goes solo.  It’s not the same but I did what I could.

Who’s bungling what?

I just don’t know how a robber as dumb as the one the murdered Seth Rich (in what the authorities call a ‘bungled robbery’) is smart enough to elude the authorities for over a year. But hey, just call me crazy.   

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Well, at least they love each other.

UF/UF 146:From Russia with Love

“Better dead than Red!” Well that was the going phrase when I joined the military in the 80’s. Now looks like everyone wants to be a commie. V-Put is the man apparently. And our man D Trump is crushin hard.

I know I know, it’s all so confusing. But have no fear comrade, we at UF/UF are here to get you to the truthiness of it all. Plus we have a new addition to the studio gallery. We think you’re gonna like it. And Alexa is back to tell us how she will assimilate Hupp in his sleep and begin the take over of the world.(she already controls his stairwell lighting)

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UF/UF 146:From Russia with Love

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Who says there is no God!?!

Who says there is no God!?!

Twas the Night Before an Election Christmas

Twas the Night Before an Election Christmas

 

‘Twas the night of the election, when all thro’ the land
All the people were stirring, with a scotch in their hand,
The votes were being counted in polling places with care,
In hopes that a new president soon would be there;
The democrats were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of bloated programs danced in their heads

And Hillary in in her ‘kerchief, and Bill in his cap,
They’d just settled down and thought, we’ll win this, it’s a snap!‌
When into the night there arose such a clatter,
Voters sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.
Away to their big screens they flew like a flash,
Grabbed the remote, punched the on button in a dash.
The screens they lit up with a news-worthy glow,
Giving high-def luster to what result would show,
When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a new president, not who they expected, oh dear,
With their cheers falling silent, they felt like a chump,
They knew in a moment, it was Donald J. Trump.
More rapid than eagles his nominees they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now Sessions, now Carson, now Mattis and Ross,
“On Kelly, on Price, on Chao and Devoss;
“To the top of the cabinet! To the top of the wall!
“Now dash away! Dash away! Get confirmed all!”
As liberals before micro-aggressions would fly,
When they lose an election, they bitch, moan and cry,

So up to Trump Tower the nominees they flew,
With the sleigh full of ideas‍—‌and Ivanka, too:
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of a communist hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney came Vladimir Putin, with a bound:
He was dressed all in fur, except for his chest,
He told the Trumpster, “pick Tillerson,” he’s the best,
The Donald had a bundle of people in his tower,
And he loved the attention, and enjoyed the power,
His eyes‍—‌how they twinkled! His visitors so merry,
They were happy coming in, Romney left a little wary,
Madow’s mouth was drawn up like a bow,
She cried like a baby, stuck her head in the snow,
The threat of the electors dems held tight in their teeth,
And the idea encircled their heads like a wreath.
They tried to show a bold front, and said “the ruskies hacked our mail,”
And Preibus laughed when he heard it, and said “you’ll never prevail”
Reince was named chief of staff, a jolly republican elf,
And I laugh’d when I saw him in spite of myself;
A wink of Kellyanne’s eye and a twist of her head
Soon let me know I had nothing to dread.
On a thank-you tour, Trump went straight to his work,
And tweeted a lot, sometimes like a jerk,
To appear at Trump Tower, even Kanye arose,
and stopped on his way out, striking a pose.
The Donald sprung to his plane, to Trump Air gave a whistle,
And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:
But I heard Alec exclaim, ere he disappeared from sight‍—‌

LIVE FROM NEW YORK, IT’S SATURDAY NIGHT!

santa-trump

I want you…for Christmas

UF/UF 141: President Donald J. Trump

Ok so sometimes you do life and sometimes life does you. We at UF/UF have been experiencing the latter. But we’re back and boy are we… are we… well, we’re back. And while we were gone the Cubs won the World Series and y’all just went ahead and elected Donald Trump President of the United States. What the F*ck!

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UF/UF 141: President Donald J. Trump

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UF/UF 141: President Donald J. Trump