It's nice that you've given yourself permission to be hateful and petty. I'm sure it was quite a moral struggle.

Radio host tears hateful Minnesotan a new one:

What, no "Trump tears The Daily Mail a new one"? LOL.

Let's play "Name That Party"!

Two words missing from the article: "Justine Sacco".

So the comments here have two points:

As opposed to all of the press conferences Hillary holds, her extraordinary transparency, and so on?

And a jolly good morning to you!

No, I'm Hannibuh Wecteh. A census takeh twied to quantify me once! I ate his wiveh! Hehehehehe

What a stupid misreading of a mawkish song. The commenter is actually dumber than the song.

Hey, look! It's 2.25 Mount Rushmores worth of STFU!

Awww, you don't wike Amewika? Go have a nice big sippy cup of shut the fuck up, you entitled twunts.

Awww, c'mere for a hug, you!

How's stereotyping working out for you? Hermes has been kinder to me than to you.

Learn to read, idiot. My issue is with people who are inept name-callers and nothing more. I am a skilled name-caller with a command of the facts. I realize you feel the need to virtue-signal by piling on, but all you're really doing is exposing your worthlessness.

This ain't GoodFellas and you ain't Joe Pesci. Take a hike, bandwagon lover.

Well, the AV Club certainly knows its hateful hipster audience. Can't argue their business sense.

My GOD, it's fun to hear you scream in pain. I can't stand the short-fingered vulgarian, and yet your agony nourishes my blackened soul.

No, that's like the subversion of "curvy" to mean fatassed. Zaftig doesn't refer to someone who hijacked the gravy train.

The butthurt in this article is sweet. Mason Verger could use your tears to flavor his martinis, if he hadn't been killed.