“They’re not listening.”

I’m rooting for the refugee team: Mark Shrayber, C.J. Pinkham, Dayna Evans and Leah Beckmann.

Twirling, twirling towards freedom!

Oh, we got Trump

Oh come now! There’s a world of difference between seedy gamblers and respectable traveling salesmen promoting youth marching bands.

Because when I think sound economic policy, I immediately think of poker players.

Saw him at Pitchfork, not knowing what to expect. Blew me away with his stage presence.

The “Sproing!” you just heard was a thousand boners popping up on the Reddit boards—

Get predators out of the Internet and back in the pulpit!

Homebrewed beer; a light ale.

I have battled through the exhaustion and fog of depression today to do chores. Grocery shopping, general straightening up of my room, change the cat litter; even managed to practice some guitar and do some writing.

Suddenly I have a craving for blue waffles...

How long until some eating establishment puts a raw cocktail wiener on a hotdog bun and sells it as “The Roger Ailes”?

Off the top of my head—

Nothing right now, because of far too much New Belgium beer earlier.

Does screaming into a pillow count as performance art?

Bet he stole the blowjob info-link idea from Philip K. Dick, too.

Trump people got no reason

Probably taking her daily seven-hour-long shower.

Uganda is like Germany, but with more adverbs.