THURSDAY, JANUARY 04, 2024
TRUMP’S ONE-THOUSAND-AND-SEVENTY-NINTH DAY OUT-OF-OFFICE
FOR WHOM THE BLOWER PREDICTS A RAUCOUS CAUCUS VICTORY IN IOWA ON JANUARY 15
Happy Birthday, Millard!
Hurley the Historian says in only three more days Sunday’s celebrity birthdays will include three American icons: Millard Fillmore, 13th president of these United States; Paul Revere, the New England Patriot who rode through every Middlesex village and farm to warn that the British were coming; and of course, Our Very Own Beloved Whistleblower Publisher, Charles Foster Kane.
Millard Fillmore’s birthday will be once again ignored by the entire nation. Children at the Forrest Gump School District won’t be able to read “The Ride of Paul Revere,” and although Charles Foster Kane did have a 33-cent postage stamp issued in his honor a few years ago, his birthday has not yet been declared an official national holiday, where slackers get paid to stay home.
Retired Cleveland Pain Dealer news hawk turned Bellwether blogger Bill Sloat once said his former employer’s publication was also born on January 7. Imagine: two of the nation’s greatest journalistic voices were begat on the same date. What a hideous cosmic joke!
Sometimes banks and government offices are closed to observe Kane’s birthday and there is no mail delivery, but that’s only when January 7 falls on Saturday or Sunday.
Once again this year, the current mayor of Cincinnati probably won’t be reading a proclamation on Fountain Square. This year it’s still Mayor Aflack. Previously, Diminutive D-RAT John Cranley and Dainty D-RAT Mark Mallory didn’t have the time. Before him, Quisling Charlie Luken wouldn’t read the proclamation. Whistleblower Gossip Columnist Linda Libel says she knows the reason why. But this year, we suppose Aflack is following in the political practice because he thinks The Blower doesn’t always take him seriously as the mayor of a D-RAT-controlled city, like when we make fun of Cranley’s short stature or the way Cranley got a whole lot of backstabbing by Foxy Roxy and her friends on City Clown-cil that Cranley mistakenly mistrusted, Award Winning Photo Illustrator Artis Conception showed us this “Cranley DoRight” depiction from his “David Whiplash Collection.”
That was just one of the political peccadilloes that will be recounted at Sunday’s surprise celebrity birthday party for our Beloved Publisher, along with:
A congratulatory Skype phone call from Kane’s long-time friend, reverred former Ohio Congressman Bob McEwen, promising to tell us which one of the thirteen remaining Wenstrup’s Wannabees he favors to take Bronze Star Brad’s Ohio Second District Congressional Seat in the Ohio Primary Election in only 75 more days.
Several really sincere Happy Birthday Greetings from the Whistleblower’s Facebook Friends.
A Secret Tweet from “Mean Jean” Schmidt, thanking Kane for all the nice things he’s said about her recently.
A request from that Cabal of NoKY Lawyers Still Out to Destroy Eric “Call Me Crazy” Deters for Kane to abandon his “Kinder, Gentler New Year’s Resolution,” and never to forget his Beloved Whistleblower Motto:
Let’s all say it together: “Because wherever there’s corruption, we’ll be there. Wherever there’s injustice, we’ll be there. And wherever there’s a bunch of big guys beating up on a little guy, we’ll be there too…holding the little guy down.”
Also from Northern Kentucky, e-mail birthday greetings from Miss Vicki, in which our fabulous femme will include a list of her sizes and names of better stores where she’s registered, just in case anybody wanted to buy her a nice present to celebrate HER birthday next week. Maybe that’s why our Quote for Today Committee chose Jack Benny’s: “Age is strictly a case of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.”
But best of all, Kane will receive sentimental birthday greetings from Bunky Tadwell, the Bard of Cleves, which were included his new book, “The Best Loved Poems of America,” featured at better bookstores everywhere along with Kane’s Memoirs, as soon as they’re published:
I hear you’re having a birthday,
But I know not which one.
I do know that, however,
You’re too old to have any fun.
Another birthday rolls around,
Another year has fled,
Disappointment fills the air,
Alas, you’re still not dead.
Your step has slowed,
Your eyes are weak,
Your ancient pecker,
Seems to have sprung a leak.
Your pep has left you,
Your get up has gone,
You stay in bed,
To hell with the dawn.
Tho once your hopes were high,
You’re forced to aim them lower.
All you can do is sit on your ass,
And write that damned Whistleblower.
Now from Award-winning illustrator Artis Conception’s Archives, we see some of the folks who virtually showed up a few years ago at one of Kane’s previous annual surprise birthday parties. And all day today, we’ll be wondering who’ll be showing up Sunday night!
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Some happy birthday wishing items in today’s Blower were sent in by our equally happy birthday wishing subscribers, but let’s face it, we could always use a lot more.