Where Have You Gone Kim Kardashian?

Where Have You Gone Kim Kardashian?

The State Of Colorado Turns Its Lonely Eyes To You

When I first noticed Kim Kardashian away from reality television and Entertainment Tonight, I found her to be an influence in the social contacts of former President Donald Trump. And then, much to the chagrin of all of my attorney friends, I found out she’s studying to be a lawyer.

My response, when questioned why you didn’t go to law school, has always been, “Because my parents were married.”

So, Jared Polis, no man’s fool, the smartest elected politician in Colorado since Ben Nighthorse Campbell became a Republican, cops one of the greatest, smoothest moves in the history of political infighting in colorful Colorado.

Now mind you, recently convicted Rogel Aguilera-Mederos killed four people and ruined the lives of many more, rightfully was sentenced to 110 years. Remember that Uncle Jared has his eyes on the same offices Uncle Don was in when he first copped a deal with Kim Kardashian.

So, watching the Jefferson County District Attorney’s office doing cartwheels to avoid the plague of social injustice, Jeffco DA Alexis King asked for a hearing for the Judge to reconsider to the mandatory sentence for the 28-car crash driver for losing his brakes coming down I-70. And the Judge agreed.

Enter the dragon. Jared Polis jumped in first and reduced the sentence to 10 years because, although he won’t admit it, he was heavily influenced by none other than Kim Kardashian.

As an elderly straight old man I’m sure Kim Kardashian could influence me to do almost anything. But still, I don’t think I would have walked him out with what former DA and my colleague George Brauchler says could amount to just five years in prison. So, divide four lives taken and countless other lives ruined into five years and what’s he doing, about 28 minutes a life?

Kim called Polis a good person. Now Jared has the Hollywood left, the national social justice warriors, the mainstream media, every two-bit hack in the Democrat Party, and the future locked in.

My prediction is Uncle Jared gets a second term with his eyes on the prize and will be presidential timber in 2024. Kim Kardashian thanked Jared Polis after he reduced the sentence to 10 years from 110 and then Polis denied talking to her. Is this a great country or what?

Keep your eyes on the road ahead. Tap your brakes. And remember according to Kim Kardashian, Aguilera-Mederos will now have an opportunity to come home in five years and be with his son and wife. So much for the people that he killed and the people he burned.

— Peter Boyles

‘In a wilderness of mirrors what will the spider do?’ – S. Eliot

‘In a wilderness of mirrors what will the spider do?’ – S. Eliot

The tradition of a boycott goes back to my people in the Emerald Island when they were being overrun and had their culture destroyed by imperial Britain — oh, by the way, the British managed to do that in about 85 percent of the known world. But the Irish struck back with a tactic known as boycotting, as they stole the name from a British captain by the name of Boycott. So now you get the idea.

Now suddenly after years and years of the world’s biggest multinational corporations removing the means of production from Pittsburgh, Gary, Birmingham, and any other industrial city in this country, into the People’s Republic of China, our woke culture decides they want to boycott the Winter Olympics. I’ve been doing some reading on Olympic boycotts and they don’t work. The first one was in 1956 by Spain, Switzerland, and the Netherlands over the Soviet invasion of Hungary. Remember how much impact that had.

Recall most of the world failed to join Jimmy Carter in the 1980 boycott of the Soviet Games and the Soviets then won all the medals. And Jimmy Carter just screwed a whole generation of young athletes who waited their entire lives to compete in the Games.

So in the 2022 Olympic Games Joe Biden is pulling something called a diplomatic boycott, to which the Chinese retort we didn’t invite you anyway. This is the equivalent of that kid’s birthday party that you weren’t invited to and you told him you didn’t want to come anyhow.

But the real choice involves multi-nation corporations. They’re running the show and if you really want to boycott, go throw away your television and computer screens that you may have in your home, a lot of the parts in your car, any and all things you have that have anything to do with technology, and take them to the city dump. Now you’re showing the Chinese what for.

In reading about the woke corporations that have discovered the Chinese actually use slave labor, I came across LeBron James’ basketball shoe deal with Nike. A reminder, LeBron hates America. His shoes are made in very suspect places with interesting factors. He will make one billion dollars by the time his contract expires when he turns 64. Now a lot of my friends’ dads growing up lost their jobs when their jobs went to China, along with steel and iron workers’ jobs. They were replaced by Walmart, Amazon, Apple, CVC Health, and a couple of big car dealers like Toyota and Volkswagen. They run the show.

These boycotts are meaningless in a woke world where I am now forced to live. NBC will be carrying the Games. I for one will be watching skiing, and a whole lot of people are going to make a whole lot of money.

Next up for Joe, the Ukraine. What a beauty that’s going to be. As they said in Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid,  “Who are those guys?”

— Peter Boyles

‘In a wilderness of mirrors what will the spider do?’ – S. Eliot

Santa Claus Is Coming To Town… And Boy Is He Pissed

evil Santa Claus grimaces and scares a terrible face on a dark background

The jolly old fat man who broke into my father’s house every 24th of December left me with nothing but disappointment. Why did Santa always know I needed new underwear and socks? I was gypped. Where was the pony with the saddle on it so I could look like Roy and Gene? Heavy disappointment has always followed me through the holidays. Because now I’m in contact with Bad Santa.

He’s got a list of naughty and nice and there’s not much nice. He will be visiting the homes of the following and putting the following items in their stockings:

Governor Polis. Coming down the chimney at the mansion careful not to wake the children, a copy of Tax Returns For Dummies. Hint, hint.

Mayor Michael Hancock. Santa’s mind boggles at the amount of things that could be placed in Mikey’s carefully hung stocking. A divorce decree, a one-way ticket out of town during a no fly without a mask, and slip out the back door and move to Florida when this whole fiasco ends.

Senator Michael Bennet. Santa doesn’t know where to hang the stocking. By the way, he hasn’t seen much of you or Senator Hickenlooper. Part of Santa’s job is to know where people are to know if they are naughty or nice and as Santa said to me about their whereabouts, “Peter, it beats the hell out of me.” So perhaps they caught a break.

Tay Anderson. There’s a guy that Santa really has a case against. Santa has figured Tay out. Tay is running the long con. Tay, in the lexicon of organized crime, is a good earner. Santa predicts Tay will stuff his own stocking with a plan to replace Rep. Diana DeGette.

Kyle Clark. An unlimited amount of pomade for his hair, a little hair dye, and a certificate for $500 at Kohl’s men’s department. Geez Kyle, some of those sport coats my Grandma could have made into a quilt.

Councilwoman Amanda Sawyer. A dead horse’s head in the stocking for her and her Emerge sisters for scheming to destroy 8th Avenue and its residents.

To media mudslinger self-important gadfly Jason Salzman. Truth serum.

But Santa would like to recognize some of the good little boys and girls:

Like Ted Trimpa and Arash Mosaleh, America’s fun couple. The gift of love and happiness.

The Mayor of Glendale, Mike Dunafon. A huge thanks for developing Glendale. Santa loves Glendale. In particular he loves to go to Shotgun’s after all the toys have been delivered.

Tom Tancredo. Santa sends all of his love to the best politician Colorado’s ever had. Santa loves Tom.

Rep. Lauren Boebert. Santa wants to give her a couple of boxes of .45s.

Santa misses John Elway and Pat Bowlen. Santa has limited time for local television news and doesn’t even know where to park his sleigh.

Santa likes Mandy Connell. Santa listens to Mandy every day. Santa’s grateful for being able to dodge lawsuits for another 12 months.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night, and have a merry multi-cultural Christmas.

— Peter Boyles

‘In a wilderness of mirrors what will the spider do?’ – S. Eliot

Look, Up In The Sky . . .

Only a few things in the ’40s and ’50s media ever affected me as a little boy. One thing that was for sure, I would never end up working in radio. But my memories about that golden time are pretty significant. One of my earliest memories is my sister, and my grandma, and my mother, and myself, marching around the breakfast table to Don McNeil’s Breakfast Club. The television shows that really influenced me were I Love Lucy, You Asked For It, Science Fiction Theater, and, of course, Superman.

It’s been announced that the original Superman motto of “Truth, Justice and the American Way” has been been ditched.

So now the super motto is “Truth, Justice and a Better Tomorrow.” Doesn’t that sound like Stalinism? “Glorious people build glorious tomorrow,” or “glorious people build new hydroelectric dam,” or in the case of DIA, “glorious people build glorious airport.”

Now old Superman really had an impact on me until, of course, I discovered my uncle’s collection of Playboy magazines, and the first time I ever kissed a girl after a baseball game. But Superman was all of our alter egos. I wore those Allegheny County welfare glasses and there were many times I wished I could have ducked into a phone booth and come out and kicked some big kid’s ass. But George Reeves was Superman. And Bud Collyer was Superman on radio. These people meant something and now…. a better tomorrow?

There is another part of this and by now I’m sure you’ve heard Superman’s son is bisexual. His name is Jon Kent. On October 11, Jon Kent, Superman’s son who wears the iconic “S” on his shield, came out as bisexual. As you well know, I too am bisexual. All the sex I get I buy. So, I guess it’s sort of a modern world. But the American way? Have Joe Biden and Kamala Harris killed the American way? Have Jared Polis and Michael Hancock killed the American way? Who can my grandson look up to?

The bisexual part doesn’t bother me a bit. It’s that American way thing. As you know when those young guys Joe Shuster and Jerry Siegel invented Superman in the Spring of ’38 they were staring down the barrel of the Nazis. They were using professional wrestlers and body builders and they were going to keep the bad guys away from America.

I think it’s too late. The bad guys are here. I was also saddened to hear that they were going to build a better tomorrow. As Nancy Reagan said when Barbara Bush said that they were going to have a kinder, gentler American, Nancy quipped “kinder and gentler than who?” We’re going to build a better tomorrow. Better than the greatest generation? Better than the men who stood at Valley Forge? Better than the men at Gettysburg? Better than the young men and women who gave their souls in Southeast Asia and Iraq? A better tomorrow? Yeah? Look up in the sky.

— Peter Boyles￿

‘In a wilderness of mirrors what will the spider do?’ – S. Eliot

The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test And The Republican Party Pump House Gang

In the last seven months of the award-winning radio show career, I’ve been called any or all of the following: a drug addict; an alcoholic; a democrat, ouch that one hurt; homosexual, which given my lifetime of dating straight women might be worth a try; and the worst person in talk radio history in Colorado. Can you think of some people who are getting a break on that one?

In the past I have been: the biggest racist in Denver radio, when I began to ask questions about Obama’s life story; a full-blown commie or pro Saddam, when I questioned weapons of mass destruction; destroying the life of a wonderful women i.e., Jon Benet’s mother; and harboring very wealthy men who had sex with women for money in Denver Players and Sugar. So, I’m fairly used to being abused.

But we have now crossed into new territory. This is what historians call new cut road.

I stole the column title from Tom Wolfe. He wrote about the Pump House Gang and Kool-Aid Acid Test.

So today to be a talk show host in Denver, especially working at the station I work at, you have to have the following pedigree. Number one, Donald Trump won and this whole thing has been stolen. Number two, Donald Trump won and this whole thing has been stolen. Number three, Donald Trump won, etc.

And if you don’t qualify, you can’t play. The facts somewhat speak for themselves. The Pump House Gang gathered in Pueblo to begin to destroy themselves one more time.

They overwhelmingly rejected the idea of opting out of the open primary and then voted to sue themselves over something they had already agreed on. Can you find the elephants and giraffes in that picture?

Folks. We must stop the people who want to bring you heroin injection sites, schools without defense, i.e., armed security guards. We have to stop the craziness of the homeless plight, the state being run by developers and bond daddies, banks, and other fat cats.

A line must be held and, believe me when I tell you, you won’t believe the stuff that’s coming down now. The party hacks have to face the Kool-Aid test. Did Donald Trump win or lose. That question will be asked by media, by their opponents in the Democrat party. If they say yes, Donald Trump lost, their throats will be torn out by the werewolves in the GOP. If they say no, their throats will be torn out by the vampires in the Democrats.

Halloween is coming. To the Democrats and the GOP: trick or treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat. To rational thinkers everywhere, we’re doomed. But ski season starts soon. Go Broncos.

— Peter Boyles