Not bragging but I think I could have pulled the astronauts out of the capsule faster with my bass boat! If you ever doubted government ineptitude you saw it last night!
Cincinnati’s Revolving Door of Justice
Early Sunday morning, a mass shooting occurred at a music venue in Cincinnati, Ohio. Nine people were shot. Thank God, there were no fatalities.
Two days later, one of the suspects arrested in connection with this now nationally covered incident received a low $50,000 secured bond at his first court appearance. Notably, the suspect had multiple prior convictions, including four felonies.
R. Bernard Mundy, a Democrat and former defense attorney, is the judge who set this ridiculously low bond. He was elected in 2025 and will not face reelection until 2031.
Low bonds like this, combined with lax charges, lack of convictions, and cashless bond policies, allow criminals in our city to roam the streets with ease.
While our police department remains severely understaffed and works tirelessly to keep our streets safe, many officers have grown discouraged over the years due to situations like this.
Criminals with extensive prior records are released back onto the streets and face no meaningful consequences for their actions.
Mayor Aftab Pureval issued a public statement saying, “The accused, after such a horrific event involving so many victims, should not be on the streets during the court process.” I’m thankful that the mayor chose to acknowledge the seriousness of this issue.
In situations like this, we all need to be reminded that elections have real consequences. In Hamilton County, 15 judgeships are up for election this November, along with two Ohio Supreme Court races.
I urge all Cincinnati voters to research the candidates and elect strong judges who will help our judicial system do its job and keep Cincinnati safe.
I’m worn out hearing people moan, “Our grandparents could buy a house on one paycheck, but now we can’t even afford rent on two!”
Yeah, maybe because Grandma wasn’t dropping half her income on $14 iced lattes and avocado toast shaped like art projects. Back then, if they wanted coffee, they boiled it at home in a dented pot. It tasted like burnt rubber and regret — but it woke you up and cleaned your pipes.
And Grandma wasn’t “out to brunch.” You think she had time for mimosas and hashtags? She was making something called whatever’s left in the fridge and feeding six people with it.
Don’t even start with Uber Eats. You think Grandpa was out here paying $38 to have a burger delivered three blocks away? Please. He grilled mystery meat on a rusted barbecue, and everyone called it dinner.
Now people cry about being broke while sitting in a house full of gadgets. Two SUVs in the driveway, six streaming services, three air fryers, and matching tattoos that cost more than their light bill. You think Grandpa had a tattoo? He did. It said “Korea, 1951,” and it came with trauma, not Instagram likes.
And the kids—Lord help us. “We can’t make ends meet, but Brayden needs the new iPhone!” No, he doesn’t. You’re handing an $1100 device to a child who still eats crayons and forgets to flush.
When we were kids, there was one phone. It hung on the wall like a family relic. The cord stretched just far enough for you to whisper secrets before someone yelled, “Get off, I need to make a call!” And guess what? We lived.
The TV? One. In the living room. With three channels and a dial that clicked like a safe. And if Dad wanted to watch bowling, you were a fan of bowling, end of story.
Now there’s a flat screen in every room, the baby’s got an iPad, the dog’s got a camera, and everyone’s wondering why they can’t afford rent.
Because you’re living like rock stars on retail salaries, that’s why.
Grandpa wasn’t leasing Teslas or buying $12 smoothies called “Green Zen Awakening.” He drove a truck that coughed smoke, rattled like a storm, and smelled like oil and hard work.
They lived within their means. Whatever Grandpa brought home on Friday — that’s what they had. They weren’t keeping up with the Joneses; they were keeping the lights on.
So yeah, Grandpa bought a house on one salary. But he also didn’t have a gym membership, three delivery apps, and emotional support crystals on his nightstand. His only support system was Grandma, who told him to quit whining and mow the yard.
Nowadays, everyone’s broke, anxious, and “manifesting abundance” while ordering tacos on DoorDash for the fourth time this week.
It’s not the economy — it’s the lifestyle.
Wake up, turn off your subscriptions, make your own coffee, and maybe—just maybe—you’ll smell the truth.
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Pet peeve: you get off an exit because highway sign says restaurant is off that exit. Get off the exit and the sign says it is 3 miles to the restaurant!!!