A postcard from across the pond
I wanted to write a few lines to our Katie’s Arms regulars from here in the USA, where I am banging the drum hard for British patriots and decent British people who are being treated so terribly in their own country.
President Trump is well aware of the insanity of the UK and spoke specifically of the lunacy of letting terrorists out on bail when we are locking up British family men and women who have simply tried to stand up for their kids.
I started out in California — in the Democrat heartland of San Fran — where, in the American equivalent of Superdrug, every single item is now under lock and key because shops have ceased to function due to theft.
I renamed the University of Stanford satellite dish the Pete Hegseth Dish, in honour of the splendid man himself, who is a walking testosterone lollipop. If he wants to give me proof through the night that the flag is still there, I am all about it.
And I endured Portland, another leftist hellhole where the feminazis are so ugly the only reassuring thing is that they will not be reproducing and many, God willing, will die out.
Onward to the desert. And let me tell you, my lovelies, the desert is dry. As a menopausal woman whose dryness is the subject of my own ridicule, I have still not rehydrated. I have come to believe that Palm Springs is a gay man’s Mecca because they have fewer openings and are therefore less vulnerable to the extreme chafing I endured.
Yours truly held a great night at Mark Ridley’s Comedy Castle in Detroit (where Tim Allen got his start) and even made it into a Hall of Fame there. Who knows why it has taken this long…
...and now to Milwaukee, where they fry cheese and serve it with wine. I may never leave.
My last leg is Texas, taking events in Waco, Austin, Dallas and El Paso, so if you are Texan and can make it, get your tickets here. I would love to see you in the Lone Star State.
These are difficult times. Our lovely British family is being beaten down like never before, and the irrational actions of our government seem designed only to crush the very people working hardest to pay into a system that is of little or no benefit to themselves.
But take heart. One of the best ways to get around this nonsense is straight through the middle. Working together, sticking together, we are much stronger than we are alone.
And turning up to spend a night with your family on the road is a great way to be reassured that not all is lost. You are surrounded by people who just want the best for you. Laughing with each other, remembering how it feels to belong, and leaving with some hope is a precious thing.
My Christmas specials — with new material, a new sing-along and some of your old favourites — are SOLD OUT in Blackpool and in London. Thank you.
If you can get to the ICC Wales on 4 December, do it!
It might just be the Christmas present to yourself that you most need.
Get behind me. Let me handle the bastards!
Sending you every good wish from across the pond,Katie xxx
PS, I promise to get the Katie’s Arms open again in November.
