Mimosa, Bloody Mary, nice flute of champagne — or maybe a favorite tipple in your coffee. Make yourself one and, as Dorothy Parker once said, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, come sit by me.”

Happy Sunday, friends! I love this time of year and no matter how old I am, I’m thrilled to spot Christmas deco on homes, getting a fresh tree for the living room and planning the menu for Christmas dinner.

Mixed bag to review this Sunday, but I’ve ordered us some spiked eggnog and a plate of profiteroles to share. Let’s dig into last week.

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Same Old Race Hustle

Now any woman of pallor who wishes to $500 to dine with a couple of harridans who promise to spit in your face as part of the entertainment, well, it’s your money, honey, and you know what they say about fools and their money. But when a privileged race hustler shows up in Sacramento to demand $600,000 for every Californian who matches his Pantone Skin Color Number, it is far past time to put a final stop to this “reparations” scam.

A black California businessman demanded $600,000 from California taxpayers during the first meeting of the state’s reparations task force on Wednesday. (snip)

One of those who spoke at the public hearing was 35-year-old entrepreneur and the first black professional tri-athlete, Max Fennell who said that every person should get $350,000 in compensation to close the racial wealth gap and Black-owned businesses should receive $250,000, which would help them to flourish.

And the final coup de grâce from this street thug in CEO clothing is this bowl full of chutzpah.

Fennell added: ‘It’s a debt that’s owed, we worked for free,’ he said. ‘We’re not asking; we’re telling you.’

I’m telling you, Maximum-SFB, No. You never ‘worked for free’ and not one breathing human in California owes you one minute of their labor or one penny of their property.

Let me say this to Maxi-pad in the spirit of the season — May you be boiled in your own pudding and buried with a stake of holly through your heart.

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Nothing says “Merry Christmas” like being told to make yourself a target

Does the Left make its acolytes miserable, or were they just crotchety, meanspirited snivelers from the cradle?

Politico Playbook reported on a Christmas party held on Friday at the home of American Conservative Union leader Matt Schlapp and his wife, Trump White House Director of Strategic Communications Mercedes Schlapp. Kavanaugh was at the top of the guest list, among several other prominent names flagged by Politico.

Bloomberg noted that Kavanaugh’s attendance lends to concerns about his involvement in partisan activities, especially when the trust in the Supreme Court has been in a continuous decline, according to recent polls. Supreme Court justices are frequently critiqued for attending functions that coincide with their political views.

Oh dear lord, last I looked a Christmas Party during Christmas season at someone’s private residence hardly counts as a partisan activity. I realize that the Left has infamously demanded its base to harass heretic family members over the Thanksgiving dinner table and has worked for decades to turn family gatherings into Maoist struggle sessions. But it’s beyond ludicrous to demand that any non-left government official either “party” with people who will spill hot soup in his lap or stay home. Hot soup would be the least of Kavanaugh’s worries, indeed.

And of all the unfounded and slanderous accusations tossed in the Justice’s direction, it isn’t like he was partying with Epstein now, amirite?

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Poor George Orwell

I think we should dig the bastard up and salt the earth he was buried in for writing 1984, the How-To manual the Left has glommed onto as a pseudo-religious text.

Of course, I kid about George, he was trying to warn us. But I’m not kidding about the Left.

Samuel Johnson’s “Dictionary of the English Language,” first published in 1755, defines the word “woman” as, “The female of the human race.” And until October of 2022, the word “woman” was still defined as, “An adult female human being” in the Cambridge Dictionary. What transpired on the topic during the intervening 267 years? Not much. Science confirmed what men and women have known since Adam and Eve began talking past each other — not only do the sexes have immutable physiological differences, down to their genetic matter, but they observe, act, and think differently as well.

Yet Cambridge now says the definition of woman is, “An adult who lives and identifies as female though they may have been said to have a different sex at birth”.

Say, I’ve finished my eggnog and going to order a couple of shots of Tequilla. Want some? What’s to say, this is several square miles of hip-deep bovine excrement, and I will not accept it nor submit to the Newspeak. You with me?

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Your Sunday Smile

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Your Sunday Extra

Last week I promised you our family recipe for wassail. This became a tradition a little over 40 years ago in the Click household and has been spread far and wide. It’s great for home or workplace. Got a crockpot? While you can make it on the stove-top, to let this gently heat overnight on Christmas Eve really brings out the spices and makes the whole house smell wonderful as you first awake. YUM!!

2 parts apple juice to 1 part cranberry juice (approximate … fill to within 3/4 – 1″ of top of crockpot)
1/4 – 1/2 cup sugar to taste
2 Tablespoons whole allspice
5 sticks of cinnamon
1 medium orange studded with whole cloves
Dash or two of aromatic bitters

Combine in a crockpot (stir first 2 until sugar dissolves) and set on low 8 hours or overnight.

A cup of this will warm you down to your toes, even kids love it. For adults, spike your mug with some whiskey or rum.

Next Sunday is Christmas, dears. I’ll drop you a note here, with all my best wishes for you and your family.

Cheers!

featured image original graphic by Darleen Click