Judah Friedman

Judah Friedman is a writer in Los Angeles.


Trump Protesters Without Borders


One of my favorite charities is Doctors Without Borders. It’s the only charity it never bothers me to be accosted by at the local grocery store. Is there anything more noble then risking your life to save another’s? Doctors traveling the globe helping those who can’t yet help themselves — I can’t fathom why they are […]

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Unfiltered Donald Tries Out New Material


I constantly have what I perceive to be brilliant thoughts and theories that swirl around my brain. After careful study, and using my friends as my thought and theory Guinea pigs, I soon find out what is funny, thoughtful, idiotic, and what I should never ever repeat. And every once in a while my “brilliance” […]

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To Our Friends in the Clintonholic News Media


You have been abused; you have been lied to, cheated on and stolen from. They have repeatedly told you that it will get better and that things will change, but they never do. You’ve been in this relationship for over thirty years trapped with the hope that they will treat you differently this time. Scared […]

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The Word on Trump


They found their word; after months of focus group and media testing and polling they found their word. It’s the word that has shifted the election, and no the word is not honesty, nor is it trustworthy, that would be too much to ask. In their defense, and I give them kudos, it’s a great […]

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No More Messing Around


Have you, or have any of your friends, ever been members of the Republican (Trump) Party? If yes, did you post that? Did you tweet that? What did you mean when you said that? How do you know those people on your wall? We were told that in 2015 you stayed at a Trump Hotel, who did you […]

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Our Bodyguard


When I was younger there was an amazing movie called My Bodyguard, which starred the talented and (yes) conservative actor, Adam Baldwin. Spoiler Alert. But the movie is 35 years old, so I think the statute of limitations is up. The movie was about a kid being bullied at school, so he acquired the biggest, […]

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The Seven Stages of Bernie’s Suckers


You poor saps. You went to bed with Bernie, and woke up with Hillary. You wanted a relationship, and all he wanted was a one-night stand. He promised you a revolution, but never used his weapons. So now you are standing at the altar betrayed by your runaway groom, wondering where did it all go wrong. Disillusioned and frightened, left alone by […]

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Dear Mr. President


Dear Mr. President, I have a request, a very humble request, and I mean it with all the respect in the world: please stop talking. There’s an old expression that everything after but, and I am saying this nicely, is manure. And you sir are spreading enough of it, and in language you can understand, […]

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America Divided Between Sitters and Standers


I was never cool enough to sit at the cool kids’ table, never smart enough to sit at the nerds’ table, never bad enough to stand where the bad boys stood, since they never seemed to be sitting anywhere. I was a kid without a table. And, let me tell you for those of you […]

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Mr. Obama, Meet My Father


When I was about six or seven years old, I was in temple one Sabbath sitting next to my father, when a man came to shake my hand, I took his hand and said good Sabbath to him, when all of a sudden I felt a little smack on the back of my head and […]

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