Reading Trump is not good for my health — blood pressure spikes, food regurgitated, urge to strike out and kick.

I broke my right leg in a car acccident years ago. It telescoped because I had it on the brake and the front end of the car came forward. I was knocked out, but woke up on the scene, and the artery was pumping blood in gouts. The hospital didn’t have a doctor there skiled enough tio set such a complex, pulverized leg,…

Oh horrible. Poor baby. I hope this wasn’t a career-ender.

Erg. I read that too much water puts a strain on your kidneys. You can also get water intoxication. Just saying.

Have you seen his spelling? He mixes up waste and waist; and there and their —- that’s because he never read much when he was young, and now he has the same language skills that he had as a third-grader. His gigantic ego wouldn’t let anybody teach him anything, so he has spent his whole pathetic life pouring gold over…

What a golden voice she had. She had such an influence on out entertainment and our feelings for these actresses. I knew her name from an early age, as many did, and her clear, gorgeous soprano was such a source of enjoyment and memory to me.

My mother passed away a couple of years ago at 93. We didn’t always see eye to eye, but she and my father raised me with a firm belief in equality and diversity; people might look different or worship differenttly —- or not at all, but our hearts and minds that make us human are all one. They were proud Democrats,…

The bullies are out in all their odious glory. In fact, they have never been so bold. Now that they have trotted out their phony “righteous indignation,” they are all the more malevolent. They get really vicious when anybody calls them on their crap. And they’ve picked up on Trumps’s style of attack, threaten, and…

Did the BBC screw this up?

And what’s with those super tight pants? You couldn’t slip a credit card into either of their pockets.

There is a God.

At work a few years ago, I went out to the parking lot on a windy day with one of the young guys to bring in a big portfolio from the trunk of my car. While I was leaning into the trunk and he was about 8 feet behind me, a gust of wind blew my skirt up over my head. Panty hose, no underpants. I could not fight the…

Toilet paper in a long tail from under my skirt.

I wore those for years when I was young. C+ cup too. No wonder my husband was so attentive. Sigh.

I walked out of the restroom with a long tail of toilet paper once.

Poor thing was scared out of its wits. That said, I have never tasted anything as delicious as the marinated wild boar that a date made for me once in Carmel California. I guess they hunt them around there. Wild pigs are noble animals, much underrated. Pity anything born tasty.

Yow! Even that picture makes me dizzy. I supposed putting in a rail at the top would diminish the purity of the view and experience? If I were queen, I’d have a giant net installed about ten feet below. Then it could be called the Grand Wuss Canyon.

But “up the fucking chimney” which is what he meant, has a LOT of rhetorical punch.

Except that 3. Joe was evil and all the good stuff he did is meaningless.

Re the article and this post: Rather than concocting these arch, mannered, and valueless put-downs, why not just tell us what you, yourself think of the Trump phenomenon?