I’m not sure my liver has the experience (and, believe me, it has a LOT of experience) to deal with our current political reality.

You’re not wrong.

“Unfortunately John just did not have the experience to deal with selling his soul to the devil and continue to be a mouthpiece for a pedophile, and we’ve had to make a change to someone who is morally bankrupt to fit with our campaign needs.”

I simultaneously hate this story and love this story.
But I’m very happy everything turned out the way it did!

Ick!

And there’s no way quiverfull isn’t grooming young “breeders.”

Middle ages? You don’t have to time travel for any of this. It’s been SOP within fundamental white religions from their inception to present.

*shudder*

Or green chile turkey enchiladas (with Hatch NM chiles). The best thing about thanksgiving turkey.

Thank you for this!

I need this. (except I don’t really care that much about Morrissey)

Right? Like how sweaty can your balls be?

That’s good enough for me!

He just oozes smarminess (is that a word?).

I have no idea. She is the anathema to feminism, imo.

Personally, as someone who can barely type K because of these trash people, I salute your continued effort in calling them exactly what they are.

Ugh. The New Yorker just isn’t what it used to be. (strangely, this is the second NYer comment I’ve made this week)

I grew up in The Smiths were coming up, and I could never understand the appeal. However, my son has loved them since he was about 7 (he’s 24 now).

Welp, there’s your answer.

Your username is fucking with me. I’m not a fan of lsd, but I would love to eat some mushrooms.