Regarding Roger Ailes

Looks like that fat oily bastard Roger Ailes will have to start paying for his, uh, "female companionship" and not just grope them by the water cooler, or trap them behind his no doubt enormous desk.

Fortunately, that other oily bastard, Rupert The Pirate, gave Roger a large sum of money to "please just go away!"

Because, you know, propriety.

And standards.

The newlywed (stifle gag reflex here) Rupert Murdoch doesn't need this kind of problem in his dotage.

Whatever the amount settled on Ailes, it's a small price to pay for all the damage he and his toadies at that festering pit of lies, distortion, dog whistles, fools, dweebs and crackpots, that dares to call itself a "news" organization, have done to the public discourse over the last two decades.

But they did manage to hoodwink the rubes and make a ton of money in the process, so it's all good!

The Next Big Thing

You're probably tired of all those "real" housewive shows.

And any and all Kardashians.

But still, you desperately want, nay need, a steady dose of what we somewhat oddly call "reality" TV.

So here it is, The Next Big Thing:

We get some of these bounty hunter guys, you know, the really inbred, mercenary wannabes, and we give them wrong information.

Like "so and so is hiding out here."

And we choose a "here" that is the home (or trailer, or hut, or whatever) of a heavily armed Second Amendment type.

Then just set up the cameras, stand back, and let the fun begin!