With Democrats running around with their hair burning over the Joe Biden Democrat dumpster fire, it might not be prudent to provoke the commies (as we affectionately call them), by awarding the Golden Moutza of the Month.

But it’s that time, isn’t it? And I’ve got a job to do, without fear or favor.

There are so many worthies this month, more than usual, from Senator Gold Bars to the mayor and his queen bee and Fox News for their embarrassing handling of the GOP debate.

I suppose the wise thing for me to do chill because I really don’t need another stroke and heart attack, and relax far from the pressures of city life, lounging around in the bucolic splendor of the green acres around here, where they don’t beat you half to death against a fence while you’re eating a slice of pizza and you don’t feel the need to go strapped to the Walgreen’s to just to pick up your pharma in Chicago.