During the presidential race I remember seeing someone put it this way:

Yet more indisputable evidence that everyone who voted for this clown is either an idiot, an asshole, or both.  There is no other possibility.  

“Mom’s”

yeah, no, you’re wrong. If you think the parent of that kid doesn’t know what a terror the child is being, then your head is crammed so far up your ass you can floss with your chest hair. 

The Post seems to spend a lot of time trying to humanize these horrible people. You can’t have your banner be Democracy Dies in Darkness while trying to stoke compassion for those responsible for its death.

It’s Clear Channel/iheartradio all over again.

Are we not men?

I’m am I love with this photo. I have a 1979 Hobie Cat with the exact same sails as the boat on the right. It’s the first time I’ve seen that color anywhere other than on my boat.

Don Cherry is a jerk who makes a mockery of sports broadcasting by wearing those elaborate and ridiculous suits. Who does that other than attention-seekers? Back in my day, sportscasters wore plain suits and just reported the sports scores. They didn’t make it about themselves.

I like to post this every once in a while

I'm still coming to grips that we both find his daughter attractive.

Boy, it sure would be nice if the Clintons and The Deep State didn’t have such nefarious control of the horse racing industry! Sad!

It’s hilarious how little you understand the process of becoming a Formula One driver in 2019.

Say what you will about the outcome, but this year’s Kentucky Derby was worth it for Matt Bevin getting viciously booed by my fellow Kentuckians. 

Gabe, god dammit im ready. Put a helmet and cup on me and I’ll roundhouse the butter long and true. How hard can it be? They put it in front of you, and you kick it to hell. It’s no different than your little trash can on a Monday. You’ve been preparing for this your entire professional career. And there is glory to…

Even by that logic, this is still a sedan. It has a clearly defined B pillar and full size rear seats and the roof does not end at the B pillar.

TL;DR Old guy spends an hour proving the cardinal rule of rock music: whatever you liked when you were a teenager will imprint and you will never again care about any music the way you did then. This is almost as bad as Leitch’s Jamboroo/Funbag fill-in when he asked “Is there good rock music now?” and then googled…

It’s December. Why’d they be wearing balaclavas and discussing winter’s cold in summer?

Outttttttttttt sourceeeeeeeee to the private zone! 

This. Journalist for 20 years. Nary a week goes by that a large business tries to bully the coverage. It’s what they do. It’s why they pay millions for PR firms. I actually had a Haliburton PR rep once tell me, “If we didn’t care about this community, would we have bought them a library?”

My question to the rep: What…