His safe spaces, i.e. golf courses, have his name on them. Like a toddler’s binky or blanket for day care.

I keep thinking about how the US, the Executive branch, and the institution of the Presidency aren’t just going to bounce back to “normal” with the next administration. This dumpster fire has set a new precedent that we’ll be reeling from for decades/forever. The world doesn’t stand still just because the US is.

It is indeed a strange thing how many divorced men claim that their ex’s “just went crazy”. Like they’re all a bunch of fucking Mr. Rochesters or something. (Of course, they’ll never consider the thought that they might have had something to do with that “craziness” themselves.)

The thing is, predatory behavior is about power, not sex. Which is why the way he treated Comey and the way he treats women are pretty much the same.

The way Comey was questioned during his testimony (by both D and R) also reminded me of a cross examination of a sexual assault victim. “You’re big and strong, why didn’t you fight back”/”Why didn’t you report it at the time?”/”You continued to take his calls?”/”Why didn’t you just resign?”

If my boss called me into his office, cleared the room, shut the door and looked me in the eye and said “I hope you can get this done by the end of the day” IT’S FUCKING GETTING DONE BY THE END OF THE DAY. Never mind the most powerful person in the world, the President of the United States.

Honestly, the exact parallels between the Comey thing and his lifelong pattern of sexual harassment makes it pretty clear that Trump is a serial predator. He corners Comey alone. Comey has “a bad feeling about his character.” He whispers in his ear about how much he’s looking forward to working with him. And when…

The most educational thing of this whole election, for me, has been finally letting go of any benefit of the doubt I ever gave conservatives for their “closely held beliefs.” They’ve made it abundantly clear that they will just say whatever they think will advance their agenda and/or get a rise out of the other side.…

This one time, I had a boss who invited me out to lunch. When I got there, I realized I was the only invitee. He put his hand on my leg and said, “I hope we are going to have a great working relationship.”

I don’t think he knows what telling the truth is, let alone telling it under oath.

That, and he doesn’t have the attention span to actually listen to what anyone else says to him. So he’ll half (more like quarter, or eighth) pay attention and respond using some of their words but mostly his.

In America, we worship God?

There’s no way his lawyers will let him voluntarily testify under oath right? Because even if he never did any of the things he’s been accused of doing he’s a habitual liar who appears to be incapable of sticking to a story, which means he’ll probably perjur himself and contradict his own statements multiple times…

I’d posted a similar concept on the Atlantic website... I think he just loves the sound of his own voice and whenever he ad libs he just loses focus and says whatever bullshit expression he can think of.

I think he deliberately misunderstood the question so that he could say no. Because, of course he asked for loyalty. He thinks he’s the godfather.

Stassa, you really have to look at the exchange surrounding Trump’s claim that he would speak under oath (emphasis mine):

I want to see Agent Orange testify under oath simply for the enjoyment of him perjuring himself fifteen minutes after giving his testimony by tweeting.

I love Mary, am awed by her talent and mean no disrespect when I ask this, but is she really making this kind of money on an ongoing, sustained basis?

Think of all the house wives who deferred on getting job experience and educational credentials to keep house and are now without the partner holding up the income end of the bargain. While one could argue that the standard of living doesn’t need to be maintained, settling on a ‘reasonable’ number is where the…

I generally like light beers, shandies, hefeweizens, etc. I want to be able to drink the fucking things.