But now America’s going to be flooded with terrorist refugees like these terrifying displaced Syrians:

Baylor has committed yet another unforgivable atrocity: causing me to side with the Texas legislature.

And to think there are still many Baylor apologists. It boggles my mind. I really hope these bastards get nailed, because their appalling lack of compassion and forthrightness is sickening. And I honestly question whether they realize they are digging their own graves.

He’s got good range; he could probably pull it off...

Donald . . . Calvin was funny because he was so frequently wrong. He’s not supposed to be a how-to manual for life.

How to break US law in three easy steps....

#HaveYouHeardOfSusanBAnthony?

My lord, there are more 5th graders in this country who have a better in-depth knowledge of Susan B. Anthony then the president.

As a former teacher, I can pretty much guarantee his elementary school book reports went kind of like this: “This was a great book. I really liked it. Lots of really interesting things happened in it. It also had good characters. I really liked the parts with the descriptions, and the language the author used.”

“Around we’ve had leaders like Susan B. Anthony. Have you heard of Susan B. Anthony? I’m shocked that you’ve heard of her — who dreamed of a much more fair and equal future and an America where women themselves as she said helped to make laws and elect the lawmakers, and that’s what’s happening more and more.”

Side note: it really annoyed me when people referred to the Clintons as a “dynasty” during the election. Two politically ambitious people being married does not a dynasty make. They aren’t the fucking Kennedys.

I buy the swag-bag angle, but you’re missing a step: Tony totally banged Aunt May, left/delivered to her a swag bag, and Peter got the shirt.

For us, it was running laps, doing pushups, and chasing shots (ball gathering after practice). Also, occasionally boxing with helmets and gloves for the upperclassmen’s amusement. I’m glad I didn’t play lacrosse in Texas.

and the woman who started it all

I was invited to be a pretend horse once. I said “Nay”.

It’s already catching on in the States too.

When I was in high school, hazing consisted of getting the freshmen to shave their head at the first pasta party. If a kid was a real prima Donna we let him not do it and just silently hated him for the rest of the season.

I admit, I’ve never quite understood how the degradation of other human beings was supposed to bring about an increased sense of unity. Yeah, there’s the ‘we survived it’ element, sure, but maybe it’s about time to put this practice away as a remnant of a time long past, which is really nothing more than an excuse to…