Opinion pieces

Vinnie Pizzeria My name is Vinnie Pizzeria. No this ain’t a joke. That’s really my name.                 I got a pizza joint in the Belmont section of The Bronx. It’s where Dion and The Belmonts came from. Now I know you youngsters don’t know Dion and The Belmonts from prosciutto, but I do. At my joint we still serve pizza by the slice on wax paper. When you eat it, the orange oil created from the sauce and cheese runs off the wax paper.                 And if

If I were president of the United States of America, not king, not prince, not duke, not earl, I’d go to Minnesota. And the first thing I’d do is deport the entire starting lineup of the Minnesota Vikings. The Vikings are so bad, I’d outlaw football in Minnesota. And I’d prohibit the Minnesota Twins from signing Latino baseball players. Not a one. Not that I’m prejudiced or anything. And I’d name White House Border Czar Tom Homan manager of the Twins. We interrupt this blog

I just woke up. Still half asleep and dressed in nothing more than a green T-shirt and underwear. Try to control yourself ladies. I’m one of those people who believes climate change is very, very real. If that makes me a left wing radical nutjob, so be it. Go get the nutcracker.                 That’s why I’m launching right here and now, Mr. Al’s first ever Disheveled Woke Weather Report.  Move over Al Roker. Get out of the way Rob Marciano. Fuggetaboutit Ginger Zee. Tune i

There aren’t any good Venezuelan restaurants inside the MDC Brooklyn where Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro and his lawyer wife, Cilia Flores are locked up. I feel really bad for them. They’re used to the high life. They used to be very cosmopolitan. Now they’re in a place packed with lowlifes.                 Poor Nicolas Maduro. Poor Cilia Flores. I mean where are they going to get a good arepa? Those cornmeal pockets stuffed with meat are to die for. No pabellon criollo

SPECIAL REPORT: Mr. Al is bringing you this special report from the men’s room of a bar somewhere in Caracas, Venezuela.                 I am performing my monthly testicular self-exam and I’ve got to say my balls feel really good today. They’re producing lots of testosterone. That’s why I’m renaming them Donald and JD. I also hope Donald and JD (the real Donald and JD) in other words not my testicles know what that they’re doing with Venezuela.                

Mr. Al’s pick for 2026 Woman of the Year is Congressional Representative Ilhan Omar. Hey, the new year is just upon us. But Ilhan is doing such a great job, I’m going to give her the award early.                 You know how you spell commitment. H-y-p-o-c-r-i-s-y. Keep up the good work Ilhan. Minnesota loves you. And I do too. Did you know that the state bird of Minnesota is the mosquito. Maybe the people of Minnesota suffer from some yet to be discovered mosquito borne dise

Welcome to Mr. Al’s first annual year ender bender. This a roundup of all the unimportant events of 2025. Kind of like an awards ceremony for the inconsequential.             Mr. Al’s Transgender Person of the Year is Sarah McBride. Sara with an "H" at the end of her name. formerly known as Tim, is congresswoman for the State of Delaware. God Delaware, home of the most famous Delawarean ever, Joe Biden, is such a great state.             Conservatives feel free to

Beware: What follows is a story about family, football and CeeDee Lamb's teeth. It’s Thanksgiving and we’re watching the Dallas Cowboys play the Kansas City Chiefs. It’s a great football game.                 My wife, Brenda, has made her famous arroz and gandules. Her grown son, Raydel, has turned the green beans into a culinary delight. The turkey is moist. Everything is perfect.                 The game is in the fourth quarter when the camera man captures a closeup

Attention Readers: What follows is a work of satire. Well, it’s official. Hollyweird’s most unlikely couple have called it quits.             Yup. Actor Timothee Chalamet and reality star Kylie Jenner are yesterday-ville. You know it’s true, because I read it on my cell phone.             Knowing this was the perfect opportunity to make my move, I fired off an email to Kylie today. So what, if she’s 40 years younger than me and I’m married. It blew my mind when she emaile

P Diddy coming at you. How ya’ll doing ?  I’m here at the Institute of Federal Correction at Fort Dicks. I mean Fort Dix, New Jersey. Man, what a place.                 The accommodations are not up to my usual standards. No kiddie pool filled with baby oil. Lots of concrete, steel doors, steel bars and razor wire.                 If you have to get ahold of me, I have a new number. It’s 37452-054. That’s my inmate number.                 Man, what you all getting all freaked

Howdy folks, this is Will Rogers. Yeah, the Will Rogers.                 I speak now to the GREAT NORMAL MAJORITY . Now I know many of...

You would think, boys are boys and girls are girls. And rightly so. I understand the whole psychological thing where people go through...

Note To Readers: What follows is a work of fiction.                 There’s this kid who comes up to my chest. For the purposes of...

WARNING : Fasten your seatbelts. This is going to be a BUMPY RIDE.         You can take the son out of Brooklyn, but you can’t take the...

Lately I’ve been obsessed with the singer Post Malone. He’s the troubadour with the tattoos all over his face and the nasty grillwork in...

As a boy growing up in Brooklyn in the 1950s there is a television show that scares the bejesus out of me. Being only four years old, I...