Art Kumbalek

I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, I hard to believe it’s the month of July 2024 already. Seems to me like it was a scant 69-ish years ago summertime when Mom and Pop splurged on a Stewart-Warner TV that featured a state-of-the-art b&w screen that compared, in width and length, to a men’s dress shoe.

I’ll tell you’s, as part of my in-depth coverage of this ferkakta Republican National Convention, about Trumpel-thinskin’s selection of Republican Senator J.D. Vance out of Ohio.

I’m a little down in the dumps having been ix-nayed as Kamala’s second-in-command white guy from the Midwest.

I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, just so you’s know, it’s the month of August already (snuck up on me, too), one of those rare holiday-less months of the year; although we do get what they call the Dog Days—or diēs caniculārēs as they inscribed in the ancient land of fair Latinia before it sank to the bottom of the sea, so I’ve heard.

I’m Art Kumbalek and man oh manischewitz what a world, ain’a? So listen, I just got back from voting in this dinky what-the-fock primary in-August (?) election of stuff and I think things went pretty, pretty well. Didn’t feel the need to kick some kind of fascist MAGAsshole “election observer” in the nuts, plus I got to check a big honking NO FOCKING WAY on both the Republican douchebag-driven state constitutional amendment referendums that I figured would suck big-time if passed, I kid you not.

In regard to Trumpel-thinskin and his democracy dwarves pinning the radical red commie corsage onto the Democratic nominee for president of the United States.

Let’s take a break from the politics as I offer you a dive into the life and a time of Art Kumbalek, perennial candidate for whatever elective office you got coming up like a bad burrito from the night before.

We still got a Columbus Day? I thought a tribute to that jagwagon had gone the way like the statue on the village green of Gen. Robert E. Jefferson Stonewall Beauregard Johnny Reb Davis Lee.

I was wondering what Bill Shakespeare would’ve had some knobshine sayeth concerneth the year 2024’s dark twi-night as we travel to a new one.

“Fact”: a thing that is known or proved to be true. Remember?