God bless Mike Lee and the jackass he rode in on. 

Boy oh boy, are we lucky to have Sen. Mike Lee around. Utah's senior senator is an expert on the U.S. Constitution and if you don't believe it, just ask him.

He's a freedom lover who praises the founders for our unique form of government and the checks and balances that keep any one branch from going off the rails. In that light, Lee wants to crack down on “activist” judges he says are blocking President Donald Trump’s agenda and keeping him from going off the rails.

Last week, Utah's Constitutional expert introduced the “Restraining Judicial Insurrectionists Act of 2025” that would put all those insurrectionist, commie judges in their place by establishing a three-judge panel to “swiftly review” injunctions against the president and allow for quick appeal to the Supreme Court. Trump's flurry of executive orders has led to more than 130 lawsuits. So far, federal judges have ruled against the administration more than 40 times, issuing temporary restraining orders and preliminary injunctions on such things as birthright citizenship changes, federal spending, transgender rights and deportations under a rarely used 18th-century law.

Can you believe it? The American people want a president who does anything he wants to get this country to wake up and get un-woke. Those judges need to get out of the way and let the dictator dictate—or it could, in Trump's words, “very well lead to the destruction of our country.” Again!

Mon Dieu, Tariffs Will Make Champagne Blow Its Cork
Grapes of wrath. Bubbles are about to explode—in price. Hell Wilson, what are you and the guys in the Smart Bomb Band going to do now? Trump's tariffs are going to put the price of Champagne through the roof. Well, that's true, there's always Thunderbird and Boone's Farm—Americans will drink anything, but it's just not the same somehow.

We're not talking about some little tariff, either: Trump is threatening to levy a 200% tax on all French wine—cognac, too. French vintners are shaking in their grape vats. The U.S. is their biggest market and such a duty would cost them an estimated 4 billion euros a year in lost business. What will they do with all those leftover grapes? Jelly and jam? Forget about it.

In Canada, from Montreal to Vancouver, American-made whiskey is being removed from shelves in reaction to Trump's 25% tariffs on everything from our northern neighbor. They're saying goodbye to Jack Daniels, George Dickel and Jim Beam—Wild Turkey, too. Bourbon is uniquely American and tariffs could cost Kentucky distillers some $4 billion a year and blow a big hole in the Bluegrass State's economy.

You're right Wilson, Trump's 25% tariffs on Mexico would really jack up the price of tequila and cerveza. A shot of Jose Cuervo and a Corona back could really set you back. It might help you cut down on consumption, but with the band, that's not likely. It's the price we pay for living in Trump's America. Bottoms up.

Utah Gets Two Firsts—But Shhh, Don’t Mention Sundance
Well, boy howdy! The Beehive State is making national news all over the place. Yowza! We are first in the nation to ban fluoride in public drinking water. And we're first again in banning Pride flags at government buildings and schools.

And there's even icing on the cake; soon Utah State University will launch a Legislature-mandated pilot program for a curriculum emphasizing Christian values. Call it a moral hat trick.

If this doesn't bring high-tech and banking to Zion, Wilson, what will? Not to mention Major League Baseball. But don't start on the Sundance Film Festival moving to Boulder, Colorado, in 2027.

OK, it's true that when the Sundance Institute was weighing whether or not to move recently, our moral leaders on Capitol Hill were expounding on the ills of gay, lesbian and trans people. State Sen. Daniel McCay, R-Riverton, went on a diatribe saying, “Sundance makes porn.” Yikes!

But just because Republicans were damning to hell a whole segment of society—not to mention the artistic community—doesn't mean that weighed into the institute's decision to vamanos. Maybe they just wanted fluoride in their drinking water.

Or maybe you're right Wilson, Gov. Cox just didn't pray hard enough to overcome the homophobic vibe. But he didn't have to sign those bills outlawing Pride flags and keeping trans people from restrooms. Duh.

Postscript—Another mind-blowing week is in the books here at Smart Bomb, where we keep track of the 22nd Amendment so you don't have to. Surprise, surprise, Donald Trump says he will run for a third term. No Wilson, we are not making this up.

If you believe him and his supporters, it will be his fourth term since he won the 2020 election, which, of course, is B.S. But 78% of Republicans think he actually did win. In a telephone interview with NBC's Kristen Welker, Trump said, “A lot of people want me to do it.” When Welker mentioned the 22nd Amendment that forbids anyone from being president for more than two terms, he said, “There are methods [by] which you could do it.” (Read: the law doesn't apply to me.)

Meanwhile, Fox News host Lara Trump was pestering Interior Secretary Doug Burgum to get her father-in-law's face on Mount Rushmore. Yes Wilson, we've heard this song before. Republicans sought to get Ronald Reagan on Mount Rushmore in the late 1990s. Now, it's Ronald Who?

Not least, last week several of Trump's cabinet members—without being prompted—called him “the greatest president who ever lived.” Maybe it came from a White House memo: Before commenting on anything you must say: “Donald Trump is the greatest president ever.” Pucker up, baby.

Well Wilson, you and guys in the band could get a side gig running bourbon across the Canadian border. It would be the opposite of what happened during Prohibition. Ah, the good old days. Maybe you and your bootleggers could take us out with a little something as history gets ready to repeat itself—only in reverse:

Let me tell the story, I can tell it all;
About the mountain boy who ran illegal alcohol
His daddy made the whiskey, the son he drove the load;
And when his engine roared they called the highway "Thunder Road"

And there was thunder, thunder over "Thunder Road"
Thunder was his engine and white lightning was his load
And there was moonshine, moonshine to quench the devil's thirst
The law they never got him 'cause the devil got him first
“The Ballad of Thunder Road”—performed and co-written by Robert Mitchum for the 1958 movie “Thunder Road.”