I have been successfully able to rebut the “I was just giving you a compliment” dodge with “If that’s a compliment, you are bad at giving compliments. They’re supposed to make recipients happy, not uncomfortable.” It’s fun to watch the discomfort rebound to where it belongs.

Off all the things that wrecked me about the election results, one that stings a bit more sharply than the rest is that Giffords, who talked about how difficult it is for her still to speak, didn’t get to say the words she’d yearned to: Madam President.

Even more than that, tho. The minute the right has a celeb on board, they hasten him into office at lightspeed. To wit: Mayor Dirty Harry, Senator Red October Aircraft Carrier Captain, Congressmen Gopher and Cher’s Ex, Governor Terminator, and President Bonzo’s buddy. And now, of course, Reality-show dude-in-chief.

The thing that delights* me most about Hollywood is the ferocity with which hierarchy is enforced, on every level. Everybody from parking valet to studio head wants everybody to Know Their Place. The only thing that upends the hierarchy is the Public, and not even that does it all the time.

She’s Robert Mercer’s creature; he’ll see to her. DT will forget all about her the minute somebody slams a car door or shows him something shiny.

Gosh, that’s an awful lot of hair goin’ on there, Alison.

Yeah, but Nazi-on-Nazi violence never gets reported by the mainstream media. More’s the fucking pity.

FEEELS! Leaking eyes! Argh!

Disagree. I think there is political value in making them have to come up with another nominee. For one, it makes it harder to recruit a second guy, as the prospect becomes less attractive, like a house that’s been sitting on the market for a year. For another, it’s emboldening for the opposition: i.e. we beat ‘em…

Hey, an own-goal by the opposition is still a point for your side.

Hey look! Concern troll is concerned!

Haha! It’s shocking to learn that public service means, you know, the public might wanna have words with you! Poor Puzdie.

Holy shit. My ovaries just exploded.

“If men could get pregnant, abortion would be a sacrament.” — Florynce Kennedy

It’s a pretty good thing none of this classified info was in an email from a private server! So much more secure strewn about a dinner table at a fancy members only function!

I’m reading it now! Besides being hella interesting, it garners me the best nervous glances by my fellow train-commuters!

The packed house broke into applause when the movie ended when I saw it (2nd weekend in release). Suburban NY. Just sayin’.

At the risk of being churlish, I notice that the only one of the universally unqualified cabinet picks up for confirmation that came/will come even this close to not being confirmed....is the ladyperson. A woman is the only creature who could have this much opposition arrayed against her. The unqualified menfolk will…

Nooo! Haggis is delicious! Don’t ruin it!

Well, at least we’re creating jobs! Somebody’s got to narc on all these NGOs, to make sure nobody’s mentioning the thing that rhymes with smashtortion. We’ll have elite squads of fake pregnant people, all waiting for their moment to sip off their masks and scream “Nobody ever expects the Spanishi Inquisition!”