1/04/2026

Zohran Mamdani's Radical Refocus of the Left Is What We've Needed

If you need a boost to start this new year right, even as we fall further into the Trump-fucked abyss, I encourage you to watch the entire inauguration ceremony for New York City Mayor Zohran Mamdani. It was lefty bliss, a balm for the battered soul and a jolt to the heart yearning for action. From people abused by the immigration system giving the oath to Public Advocate Jumaane Williams to Williams's emotional speech, from Gen Z fave Lucy Dacus singing the old labor movement song "Bread and Roses" to Bernie Sanders's rousing introduction for Mamdani. Serious liberalpalooza vibes all around, like some kind of fever dream of democracy actually coming through for once. 

Most importantly, in his inauguration address, Mamdani didn't just reaffirm his progressive agenda, saying that "I have been told that this is the occasion to reset expectations, that I should use this opportunity to encourage the people of New York to ask for little and expect even less. I will do no such thing. The only expectation I seek to reset is that of small expectations." Yes, that was terrific, as was his restating of the goals of his campaign, making clear that he was going to push for big ideas and big efforts. He also demonstrated an understanding of the broad array of identities that he will be leading, talking about individuals as threads in a larger tapestry.

But what got me practically cheering on my couch was when Mamdani went directly at a couple of the shibboleths of contemporary politics, the kind of bullshit that Republicans have been slinging since at least the FDR era, ideas that have become so ingrained in American rhetoric that Democrats often find themselves saying much the same or having to react to them. Mamdani's approach was to take back a version of progressivism that hearkens to the early 20th century and through the time of the New Deal: a sense that we're all in this together and we better fucking act like we are and the clearest expression of that is the government that we elect and demand action from.

He said, "Beginning today, we will govern expansively and audaciously. We may not always succeed. But never will we be accused of lacking the courage to try. To those who insist that the era of big government is over, hear me when I say this: No longer will City Hall hesitate to use its power to improve New Yorkers’ lives." And if you immediately think about Ronald Reagan when you read that line on big government, Mamdani is actually quoting Bill Clinton's 1996 inaugural address when he took the Democratic Party into Republican-lite territory. Clinton said it like it was a fact coming out of the Reagan/Bush years, and he leaned into it instead of cursing it or vowing to change it. Mamdani is throwing it back into the cesspool of shitty ideas with a call to move government back to its rightful place as democratic expression of what the broad populace needs and desires, not merely a tool used too often for oppression and neglect while favoring the wealthy few who know how to manipulate its complex machinery and its facile leaders.

Then, in something that has pissed off all the right people, Mamdani went right at the foundation of conservative ideology when he said, "We will replace the frigidity of rugged individualism with the warmth of collectivism. If our campaign demonstrated that the people of New York yearn for solidarity, then let this government foster it." Now that's some socialism that walks the motherfucking walk right there. 

The great lie of America is that the only way to succeed is by placing the individual self above all else, looking out for #1 and all that bullshit. It's been the cement shoes on the workers' rights movements since the 1980s, when we moved from the collectivist dreams of the 1960s and 70s to the "Greed is good" era of amped-up capitalism. We thought we'd shift back during the Obama years, but that was beaten to death by the greedy fucks in the GOP and their complicit media. What was the Tea Party movement but a conglomeration of avarice and ignorance masked as freedom from the government? "The American dream" has long been a sucker's bet, a way to make one's own advancement the only the thing that matters, not the idea of living in a country, a state, or a city, even, where everyone's needs are the business of everyone else and that helping the least makes life better for all people. Mamdani did indeed campaign on how New York City is almost uniquely positioned to demonstrate how this can actually work.

It's extra important for young people especially to hear that. They have been inundated with the venality and treachery of the Trump administration, where government doesn't give a shit about you and fuck you if you think it should. I'd implore them (and everyone) to learn the goddamn difference between democratic socialism and communism because the motherfuckers are coming after Mamdani hard, invoking Soviet gulags and Chinese oppression. Mamdani isn't a communist. He doesn't believe that all people should be equal in property and wealth. He doesn't believe in the government owning all housing and controlling all industries so that it gives out homes and jobs. Thinking that the ultra-rich should pay higher taxes so that poor people can ride the buses for free does not equal enforced food rationing and the imprisonment of dissidents. In fact, those who keep bringing up that shit should be treated like the fucking morons or despicable liars that they are.

And it's also important that the Democratic Party watches how this all goes down and learns. Take this radical refocus, this return what used to motivate the left and the center-left and, hell, even the center politically, and use it. It's time to put Clintonism on a raft and set it on fire. It's time to assert that government can be a force for good. It's time to promise to do things on a national level that Mamdani is already doing, like shitcanning everything the corrupt and compromised former mayor, Eric Adams, did after he was indicted. Promise to reverse everything Trump has done and raze his golden ballroom. Talk about immigrants like they are welcome additions to the country, not invaders or criminals. Jesus, this shouldn't be hard.

I don't know how this will go or what Mamdani will be able to accomplish. But, goddamn, it's a good start. And as we reach new levels of fucked as a desperate Trump tries to cram in every terrible thing he wants to do before the midterms change the equation, I'll take whatever glimmers of light I can. 

12/31/2025

Haiku Review of 2025: House of Haiku

Last round here. Thanks for all the haiku from far and wide, from across seas and across borders. If yours didn't get picked, it was because I'm fickle and churlish and other fancy words, but there were too damn many good ones. I read 'em all, and even if they didn't make the big board, they were a delight to soak in.

From Barb E.:
The school day ending
ICE vans near the pick up lane
To kidnap some moms

From Kevin in North Minneapolis
Water Show
Little fishing boat,
See it heading out to sea.
Watch death fall on it.

From Chris in London (formerly in Hong Kong):
Yeah, It Got That Bad
Farewell to Hong Kong
Fubared by its own elite 
Pander to China

From Marcia in Massachusetts:
In every state
Citizens are rejecting
This regime of hate 

From Tom M.:
Not Yet
I wake up daily
Read the obituaries
Champagne is ready

From Jack T. in Redneckville, IL
The Vance Kiss of Death
Who could blame the pope
For dying after meeting
Our couch-fucking veep

And a final pair from me:
The Real Threat
Trans women don't want
To rape you in the bathroom.
However, Trump would.

Dead Dick
"But I hated Trump,"
Cheney says as demons fuck
His face with barbed cocks.

Adios, 2025. You can go fuck yourself sideways and upside down. Let's hope the next year brings the beginning of the end of all this fuckery (waves at the world in general).

12/30/2025

Haiku Review of 2025: No Other Haiku

And still the haiku poured in, covering every topic under the Trump-eclipsed sun. Let's start today with a personal one from a long-time rudester. 

From Tom in Roanoke:
2025 was a tough year
Cancer is scary
Even when you can beat it
You can still have doubts

From Jo in Altadena, California:
Eaton Fire, January 7th
Altadena burned.
Hydrants dry; firefighters fled.
Nineteen died in flames.

From even more depressed than last year:
home depot arrests
secret police run rampant
disappearing act

From Dick "Just call me 'Dick'" Fritter from hell in the Midwest:
Shit Palace
America now
Shit Palace tacky White House
Shit rains on our heads

From Scohogo in Ohio's Fairyfieldlands:
Maga gonna Maga
Poor little racists
But thanks to Kirk, DEI
Is the new N-word

From Albatross:
Why Premiums Rise
GOP Healthcare
Was formerly "Die quickly"
Now they add "asshole."

From Doug in Sugar Pine:
Portland, sure, but also just down the road
Plastic frogs are more
Heritage Americans
Than Miller or Vance

And my contribution to the day:
Kilmar
They made him suffer
To hide their crimes and failure
And because they could

The Cabinet of Contempt
They have only one
Facial expression: The sneer
To show they hate us.

Okay, one more day of this and then we're done with this cockflea of a year. Send 'em on: rudepundit@yahoo.com. And don't forget the form: a line of 5 syllables, a line of 7 syllables, and a line of 5 syllables. Title it if you want. Let's keep it going until we dance on the ashes of 2025.

12/29/2025

Haiku Review of 2025: Wake Up Haiku Man

Already, the email has been reamed out by the tide of haiku pouring in. Apparently, a year of oppression and rage and occasional joy has unleashed the poet in a bunch of you. Keep 'em coming. I can go for days on haiku alone. Here are some of my favorites so far:

From Rabbitearz in L.A.:
BUTT-UGLY
Mar-a-Lago face!
The Masque of the Red Death Squad
Has Styrofoam Cheeks.

From VJ in NJ:
Kennedy's Remains
A worm ate his brain.
Drugs fried his voice. Privilege 
his only vaccine.

From Sarah in Seattle:
Our Savior
Impeachments! Mueller!
Jack Smith!   He's still here.  Bring on
the damn Grim Reaper.

From Q from Hell, USA
The Files
Girls who want to speak
Have tales of horror and pain
Their truth is silenced.

From TMangrove in Wisconsin:
The top one percent
Are stealing your future, not
Ana and Jose.

And two with a similar sentiment:

From Bernie in Brooklyn:
Is he dead yet?
I hate waking up
Each and every a.m.
And that’s my first thought

From Leanne, waiting impatiently, in Chicago:
The biggest fucking block party ever
Not yet, Goddamnit
But we will all know the when 
And how we will dance

Let's finish with a couple more from yours truly:

An Immigrant Doctor Realizing He's Been Asked to Save Stephen Miller's Life
Would Hippocrates
Really be all that upset if 
"Oops" just this one time?

One Moment of Transcendance at Sinners
The blues connecting
To music across time was
Pure cinema bliss.

Slap me in the face with more haiku. You know what to do: Send 'em to rudepundit@yahoo.com. And if yours isn't in here, hang in there - I'm reading each and every one. But, like joints and whiskey, I can never have too much. 

12/28/2025

Haiku Review of 2025: One Haiku After Another

What a motherfucker of a year this was. I mean, seriously, it's like this year took all the mothers, lined them up, and fucked them one after the other, tossing a fucked mother aside as it moved on to fuck the next one. Just nothing but day after day of brutality and hatred and ignorance and more hatred and violence and more hatred and egomania and more hatred and you get the idea. You were there. The only thing we've got is that we went through it all together. And, like we do every year in this rude joint, we memorialize the fuckery with the simple yet poignant and/or pointed poetic form of the haiku. 

And now you can submit yours. 

The deal is the same as it ever was. I'm a stickler for the form: three lines of 5 syllables, then 7, then 5 again. But the subject is wide open. Be serious, be stupid, be your incredible or fucked up you. Email them to rudepundit@yahoo.com. Whichever ones make me laugh or make me cry or get me all hot and throbbing or some combination of two or three of those will be published on the blog. I'm the only judge here, and I'm probably high right now, so no insult if you don't get in. 

Give it a title. And include some name and place, like "Teresa from Measlestown, AR" or  or "Suck My Immigrant Balls from NY" or "Markie in Austin" (adios, English Teacher, the funniest show no one watched). 

Lemme show you how it's done:

Except to Erika's Bank Account
Charlie Kirk poisoned
The hearts of young people and
His death meant nothing

You Can't Tell ICE from the Regular Criminals
One day, someone will
Kill a masked man trying to
Kidnap their mother.

Interview with a Worm
Lemme warn you all:
RFK's skull is empty
And I starved to death

Ode to Trump Voters
You fuckers did this.
You earned the pain you'll suffer
Before we save you.

And away we go. Flood my inbox with the effulgence of your creative minds.

12/23/2025

The Rude Pundit's Annual Nativity-palooza, Now with Bonus "Artisan" Fun

Like movies about suicidal snowmen and tortured ghosts and pole-frozen tongues, some things are a tradition around the rude house. Beloved reruns are good for the soul. My favorites to trot out this week are the Invader Zim Christmas episode and Olive the Other Reindeer. Heck, I just saw Wish for Wings That Work is on YouTube, so I'm gonna put that into rotation. Even here, in Left Blogsylvania, we can indulge in revisiting old posts.

Before Threads, Instagram, Reddit, TikTok, Facebook, and many other places you can get your fix of weird shit, I posted this Christmas blast back in 2004, updated yearly with new bits of freakishness (some links might not work anymore, but they were or are all real and unironic):

Xmas - And, lo, a small teddy bear will lead them:
In the days before Christmas, the Rude Pundit roamed his neighborhood, looking at the displays in the charming stores and corner markets. There he saw the agony of so many dichotomous feelings about this holiday. One window had a kneeling, praying Santa next to a baby Jesus in the manger. Santa's hat was off. He was balding. Another display had the jolly old fat man landing his sleigh and reindeer on the roof of the manger. Surprisingly, neither Mary nor Joseph seemed rattled by the noise, although a camel was looking upward, as if asking, "What the fuck?" The Rude Pundit loved that camel.

Ah, sweet camel, what the fuck, indeed. Christ and commerce, Alleluia. The Savior has been born and he thanks you for your presents. Santa showing that he'll even honor the king of the Jews in the land of Islam. There's no telling what it means (and don't get all up in the Rude Pundit's face about St. Nicholas). Except this: we want to embrace both things, good deconstructionists that we are: Santa, who soothes our greed, and Jesus, who promises us peace. Either way, we want them both to tell us we're good people, nice people. And, of course, guilt-ridden Christians want to make sure that Santa toes the party line, you know.

For the holiday, here's a few of my favorite nativity sets, none of which are intended to be mocking of the event:

That right there is the Veggie Tales Nativity. In case you don't know, Veggie Tales are cute vegetables who love Christ and salad tossing. The newborn savior up there is a carrot. Get it? A baby carrot? What a delight.


Holy shit, that bear nativity is one of the creepiest fucking things I've ever seen. Staring straight ahead with their dead eyes, it looks like a satanic cult sacrifice to some horrible bear-demon. Although, the three wise bears have provided snacks for the blood rite: salmon, honey, and berries. All go well with cub entrails.


Every year, I think, "I wonder if there's an even weirder nativity set that I can find" and every year I come across something where I think, "Yeah, that's friggin' crazy shit, man." Here, it's the snow people nativity, with a snow angel, a snow Joseph, a snow Mary, and horrible, smiling snow kings. Did Snow Mary give birth to Snow Baby Jesus? Or did they all just make Snow Baby Jesus out of snow? And the temperature in Bethlehem this time of year is in the 60s. Is that why they seem to be festooned with turds, to try to hold their globular shape a little longer?



That goddamn nightmare fuel isn't a lab experiment gone horrible awry. It's a bunch of white mice with eyes so wide they look like someone laced some cheese with meth and let the little bastards go crazy. It's gonna be horrible when baby Jesus mouse gets crucified in trap.

This is not to mention the Chickentivity, the Moosetivity, the Barntivity, the Native American Nativity, and the various Beartivities, all available unironically for your Christmas consumption.

And then there's the baby nativity:


You might think, "Oh, that's adorable. What's so wrong with it?" To which I can only inform you that the implication of it is that a baby Mary shoved a baby Jesus out of her baby vagina.

Speaking of implications, think of what this dog one means:  
This means there is a dog Pilate who will sentence dog Jesus to dog crucifixion. It means that there is a dog Mary Magdalene who is a dog prostitute. This is not to mention the dog centurions who routinely torture and kill dogs, the dog slaves who serve their dog masters, and the Jewish dogs who get blamed for everything. But don't worry. Dog Jesus will rise from the dead in three days. Have some damn kibble waiting for him. 

And to all a good night.

Oh, wait. What's that you say? You think that last one was kind of a weak one to end on? Well, then, fuck you. Here's the Day of the Dead nativity:



Yeah, you might think they're singing Christmas carols, but they're all screaming in horror and pain. Essentially, that's Christmas in the time of MAGA and RFK, Jr.

Oh, wait. What's that? Those aren't that bad after all we've suffered? Then how about some bullshit oyster shell "art":

Look, I get the whole "now that I've retired, my world is making shit out of trash that I can sell on Etsy" ethos, but that looks like a family of viruses waiting to infect you, which, I guess, is how Christianity spread. 

All of those are preferable to this fucking thing here. This might be one of the first of these nativities to make me feel visceral anger. Check this shit out:


Look, I'm not gonna tell you how to celebrate your belief in the filthy barn birth of the rape baby of an invisible sky wizard. All I'm gonna say is that if I were the rape baby of an invisible sky wizard, I'd be pissed if people everywhere put this up to celebrate my birth from my mom who was raped by my invisible sky wizard dad after an asshole angel told my mom that she had no choice but to give birth to the invisible sky wizard's rape baby.

Glass blobs not your thing? Want something that's a bit more like someone was fucking around with some straw wrappers and decided to make it Christmasy? Check out the rolled paper nativity:
It's recycled paper to promote "faith and sustainability." They very much want you to know that it's goddamned recycled paper. No fresh paper for them. And you can tell me this is some kind of special art form that poor people do in whatever poor country you just heard about, but that doesn't change the fact that it sucks. It sucks as art, it sucks as a decoration, it sucks ass. Speaking of, where are the animals? No rolling paper camel? Or donkey? Just blonde, curly-haired Mary, a lump of garbage for Jesus, and armed kings, with a Joseph that looks like it would rather be burned in a dump.

Not enough like the nativity you might see on the mantle of the leader of a forest cult dedicated to cannibalism and blood drinking? How about this folk horror: 
It's like the last thing you see before the cellar door closes and you wait to find out if you're meant to be sacrificed to the corn god or impregnated by the cock of the spirit of the wheat in a fertility rite. Puritans would look at these Puritan-looking motherfuckers and decided, "Nope. There's no god. Let's just jump in the ocean."

Finally (for real), here's one I actually like. It's the Recycled Auto Parts Nativity
C'mon. It's got everything. Skeletal camels, edges that would slice open a loaf of bread and some fishes, and baby Jesus sleeping on a bed of chicken wire. That's awesome art by Armando Ramirez, and I'd proudly put that up in my home next to my Peanuts creche and dare some internet asshole to talk shit about it. 

Merry Christmas, baby. Let's just get out of this year alive. May George Bailey finally get to push Mr. Potter into the frozen river.

(Note: Previous editions of the nativity post have included the ZombitivityDogtivity, the Boyd's Bears Nativity, and the Rubber Duck...oh, fuck, you get the idea.)

12/18/2025

A Rapist Yelled at America

Last night, all the broadcast TV networks, as well as the cable news ones, paused their programming to give a rapist free rein to say whatever he wanted for 20 minutes. That the rapist is the president of the United States doesn't change the fact that he's a rapist (the crime a judge said he really committed when he was found liable for sexual assault). That the networks felt cowed into showing a meaningless speech delivered by a rapist because of fears that the rapist would sue them or threaten their right to broadcast is significant. But that's the power courts and corporations have decided this particular rapist should have. 

The rapist, who is not just a rapist but a financial criminal who committed 34 felonies, bellowed and blustered as if he was trying to cover up for the fact that he's a rapist and a criminal and someone who was close friends with and likely helped a child sex trafficker. The rapist, who also stole money from his own charitable organizations, is not good with math. For instance, he lied about the number of undocumented migrants who entered the country during the administration of Joe Biden, who is not a rapist. The rapist said, "Our country was being invaded by an army of 25 million people" and that includes "11,888 murderers." Neither of those numbers are real, but let's say they are. That means that .04% of the migrants are murderers. That's fewer murderers than estimated in the general population (which I've seen at .05%). It means that migrants are less likely to be murderers than people already here. 

Add to that the rapist's other nonsensical mathematical statements about lowering prescription prices "by as much as 400, 500 and even 600 percent," which an average fourth grader can tell you is impossible, and that, under Biden, "the typical family lost $5,000 to $10,000 in higher energy costs," which would mean bills tripled, at least, and that didn't happen, and it becomes quite obvious: The rapist is a desperate moron. And he thinks he can blind you with numbers that are completely made up. But he is a rapist, and if everyone always remembers that he's a rapist, if the corporate media were to remind us always that he is a rapist, then maybe he couldn't get away with those lies because who is going to believe a rapist. (Don't answer that. Please don't answer that.)

But the other problem the rapist has is that he is not a good speaker. He's a loud one who can make stupid faces to punctuate a point. That works at rallies where large groups of rapist worshippers gather, all predisposed to giggle as the rapist jiggles in his little dance. Because he is not a good speaker in situations like this, because he yells into a microphone and distorts his voice, because he doesn't really have a facial expression beyond stupid and sneering, because he always sounds like he's berating a waiter for not bringing an extra basket of bread fast enough, he came across as a goddamn lunatic, like the cornered rapist that he is. He was dumb enough to interrupt the season finale of Survivor, and that means that a whole bunch of people who ordinarily don't watch his mad rantings got a taste of what he's really like, with his pathetic Powerpoint presentation and petty grievances. 

They got to hear a rapist say of Biden, "He was always blaming Congress and everyone else" while at the same time blaming Biden for everything that hasn't gone right for him. They got to hear a rapist, a rapist who is a Republican president with a Republican House and Republican Senate and a Republican majority on the Supreme Court, say about the failure to do anything to prevent health insurance premiums from skyrocketing for millions of Americans, "It is not the Republicans’ fault. It’s the Democrats’ fault." They got to hear a simpering rapist begging for love and credit for things that he has completely fabricated out of his rapist mind. It's always pathetic when that happens. It's like Jeb Bush saying, "Please clap" if Jeb Bush were a rapist. In other words, we might feel pity but we just feel disgust.

A rapist yelled at America last night. A rapist insisted that he was the greatest president in history. A rapist declared that he did more than any other president has in eight years, which, if measured by destruction and death, perhaps, perhaps. I want Americans to bear in mind every time he pleads for a Nobel Peace Prize, every time he glorifies himself by putting his cursed name on something, every time he opens that lying hole in his face, that it is a rapist saying that, that he behaves like a rapist, that he objectifies everything like a rapist, and that he thinks that he should get to fuck whatever he wants. And that, really, the one thing we don't know yet is just how horrific of a rapist he is.