There is NOTHING more political than this kind of horror show. This fire, the Flint water poisoning, Love Canal—THIS IS ALL POLITICAL. Anybody who wants to do the “thoughts and prayers” routine without accepting some responsibility for doing the job they ran a campaign or were nominated and cleared to do can just fuck…

Well said.

UK-dwellers are fantastic at protesting. Primarily because it combines their two greatest enthusiasms: queueing and complaining.

The only time I get to see my representative is when I deliver his bribes. Kidding!

Google Theresa May holding a baby, asap

Evening everyone, Mortem is still playing with his bucket and spade, so it’s time for the UK roundup!

That’s why you have to fling them out of trebuchet; you get more distance that way. (Secret Service readers, I am not actually advocating flinging Donald’s children out of trebuchets)

A female is a Peahen.

Which one did you get? I’m liking the turquoise glitter quite a lot.

This is the most deliciously petty set of necklaces I have ever seen!

Ahhh les doigts d’un vrai homme.

I did the same thing! “Surely he must know what ricotta cheese is,” I thought. “This can’t be the reason.” I’m so delighted to see that it was. Hilarious.

Because this whole thread made me curious, I went and looked up the brunch menu at the Ritz in Toronto - they do in fact have ricotta pancakes (they call them “hotcakes”) on the menu. They come with some cherry sauce, and they sound delicious. Ricotta is listed right there in the title, and Jaden Smith is, and…

Well I Found The Problem: They Don’t Capitalise Every Letter On The Restaurant Menu
Clearly There Was No Way To Read This

I don’t have much too add except to say that I’ve never heard ‘loudhailer’ before, and the fact that we call it ‘bullhorn’ instead seems almost too on-the-nose for an Anglicism versus Americanism comparison.

Not really. May is only having to go to the last resort of troop deployments because she cut the police by tens of thousands.

Any of the Infinty Stones would consume him like a bag of chips. He lacks the will and fortitude to even look at them. He would fry to a cinder.

That would be far preferable to Butcher al-Assad.

Or that orange faux-suede monstrosity of a skirt. Did she skin a seventies van interior?

Being a melanoma survivor, made me a better person and now In appreciate the truly important things in life, instead of the petty bullshit that consumed it before. Don’t insult melanoma by calling Mrs. Trump by that name.