I prefer John Oliver’s sequel, where Marlon gets Gay Married to another rabbit.

It’s the kind of thing that gets put out when your communications director quits because he can’t stomach working for a sex trafficker. 

Maureen Dowd in last Sunday’s Op Ed in the New York Times.
“Matt Gaetz is everything the Republicans were looking for in Hunter Biden.”

I’ve got a dream too.

This picture appeared last week. Bill Belichick was in Miami scouting college players and had lunch at Mar a Lago.

“Goodson said he remembered a meeting in which Gaetz said that if someone sends an intimate image to their romantic partner, then that image becomes the partner’s property to use however they want.”

I hope that when the Feds come for him, he gets taken down like Jerry Lundegaard at the end of “Fargo.”

70. Is it cool in this day and age to completely validate conspiracy nuts and weird science losers as the only people who are 100% right in the whole movie?

Church membership has collapsed in the last 20 years. Maybe they should not have embraced a man who is like something out of central casting for the Anti-Christ.

“Anyway, Happy Easter.”

I got my first jab on Thursday, and I wondered if feelings of euphoria were a side effect. I think it was just the knowledge that I may have added a new layer of protection against the virus.

I like living in a world where Matt Gaetz got almost no sleep this week.

The dude left an empty box of condoms on top of the trash bin outside his office.

When you have no friends, no committee assignments, and all you have to do with your time is file pointless bills that never go anywhere, that leaves you a lot of time to make videos of yourself lifting things.

The fact is this guy is hated even by his Republican colleagues. Everyone has stories about his deviant behavior, (he set up a scoring system with friends about having sex with women based on whether they were staffers, female colleagues, visitors and ‘virgins’ when he was a state rep in Florida according to the Daily…

Susanna Wolf wrote a fictional piece about gender reveal parties in the New Yorker. I would highly recommend it.

Except that instead of validating every brain fart that escapes each others pie hole they got into a ‘You did it too!’ ‘Nuh uh!” tennis match.

To sum up:

So we are expected to believe that a crooked former DOJ ‘official’ cooked up an extortion scheme so damaging that he thought it would be worth it for Gaetz to pay $25 million to make it go away? And that the Gaetz family was working with the DOJ in an undercover operation to expose this blackmailing plan while at the…

I bet his lawyers are going to spin that as “A cry for help.”