He doesn't have to be. He's a Prosperity Gospel Christian. Trump is rich because God favors him, and therefore has no moral failings. You aren't rich, which means you have some sort of moral failing so God doesn't favor you.

And yet there are busts of Lee and Jackson on the Bronx Community College campus, and people are grumbling about them being removed.

And there is where I insert my FUCK SHELBY FOOTE rant into the commentary. Seriously, fuck that guy. I swear to God, between him and Michael Shaara, people know fuck all about the actual, real Robert E. Lee. Most Americans trust information imparted by novelists than actual, real historians. We live in bleak…

Well, they thought they could just use the NASCAR logo for a while there, but even NASCAR turned on them when North Carolina rolled out HB2.

"Trump … questioned how historians could dispute the battle. 'How would they know,' he told the (NY) Times. 'Were they there?'"

Then tell your friends to stop carrying World War II iconography and come up with some new shit we can make fun of.

It's called "reporting", dear. If you find it inflammatory, maybe it's because you're a Nazi.

And reminders to black folks to "stay in their place".

"You can't change history …"

With the exception of The Avengers, I'd agree. He's pretty integral to that plot.

And Staten Island's worse.

I sometimes think about Lincoln and his plan to "Let 'em easy" and think to myself, "Jesus, Abe, you played that fucking wrong."

There's a part of my anatomy that's bleeding for this dickbag. Rest assured it's not my heart.

I'm actually godmother to my best friend's kid. Basically, it boiled down to which of his Catholic friends has been confirmed (me, of course) when it came to the choosing. I would have declined the honor(?) if he hasn't been hard-up from someone, anyone, from his side.

"Let me know if real power wants a magazine or something."

I'm the one kid in the family who isn't named after anyone. Both of my older siblings carry familial names. My brother passed his on to his son. I have/had godparents, though they've always lived seven hours away and have meant nothing to me, especially since understanding the family politics of why they were…

DON'T YOU HATE PANTS?

They're actually reasonably priced and give a ton of freebies when you order from them. They have a ridiculous amount of flavors, including one that tastes like Purple Drank.

Holy shit, that's ridiculous.

Oh, I love Pullman! He speaks to the angry Catholic school kid that is my inner child.