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In terms of legal rights, there are two free-for-all contexts in America. One is immigration, and the other is incarceration.

This is way, way more sinister than that. Rallies provide Trump the opportunity to speak directly to supporters without the press acting as an intermediary (and the fact-checking that comes along with it). It’s part of the autocrat’s playbook.

Don’t forget what his trophy wife is costing us to stay in NY. And what it’s costing us for him to go to his resort in florida EVERY weekend.

The fucking rallies! Our tax dollars are supporting this bullshit! This is like a 1,000 Obama rounds of golf, wrapped up in a ‘fuck you’ bow, and broadcast on Tv, because my PTSD and weed consumption is not already maxed out!

The best was when the Republicans asked Comey if he had considered investigating Clinton’s ties to Russia. Because, you know, the FBI obviously never bothered spending 18 months investigating Clinton over accusations that specifically arose from Russian-directed sources.

The Republicans’ grasping to make this about leaks would have been hilarious had it not shown the disturbing lengths these fucks will go to to distract and defend Russia’s their puppet in the White House. They tried to paint this as an unwarranted invasion into a U.S. citizen’s private conversations. Except that

This hearing really is worth watching.

I have a Syrian hamster and a Russian hamster. (Seriously, that where they each originated from.) OMG you would not believe how tense it has been in my home.

I experienced similar with ADHD (which I think is considered “on the spectrum”)

First time I met them, her two brothers and her father were discussing hunting and how big their guns were (seriously). They asked me if I had one, and I replied “no, men in my family have penises.”

Thankfully my husband has never done anything super embarrassing, but here’s a fun story about an ex boyfriend.

I’m the embarrassing dude in this one. Met my lovely gf’s lovely parents for the first time at a nice little dinner in NYC. At the time, I was working for a company that manages 401k’s, and my gf’s parents, both doctors, mentioned they had theirs with my company.

This is more of the “what my parents did to embarrass my boyfriend” genre.First I have to set the stage; I’m Italian. In my household, dinner time is when you discuss everything and you are expected to take a stand, yea or nay and argue your point. Pretty much nothing is sacred. My husband’s family, on the other

My ex is an alcoholic (unbeknownst to me AT THE TIME), and we visited my family for Thanksgiving and my mom’s house is pretty dry. My ex literally spent 4 days sleeping on the couch because he was going through some sort of detox. He played it off as being “sick”. He would have sleep terrors, which included sleep

Once my dad was asking why you needed certain qualifications for my husband’s job. We’d been married about 3 days at that point. We eloped and this was the first time my parents had seen us since the wedding. My husband was trying to explain when he said “Ok, but, this is life or death sort of stuff. You don’t want a

My PhD candidate boyfriend was invited to dinner. My mother asked him for the Worcestershire sauce. He sprinkled a few drops on her outstretched hand and she burst into tears.

Upon first meeting, my BF asked in a stage whisper, about my father - in FRONT of my father - who had recently had eye surgery “Does he know there is only one lens in his sunglasses?”

Meeting my (fairly conservative) parents for the first time, my now-wife was having a conversation at the dinner table with my mother and grandmother in front of my sister, my nieces and the rest of the family.

English is not my wife’s native language, and it turns out that expletives/slang-curses are something that

My ex stole my mom’s credit card number and sold it on Ebay. He also tried to get my grandparent’s tax information for some kind of fraud thingy. And he stole $6000 out of my 401K. So.....that was a good time.

My husband is a notorious cheapskate. When he met my family for the first time, he was talking about how he recently splurged on a pair of very nice shoes, but instead of saying that, he told my dad that he “splooged” on them. After cracking up, my dad just responded, “You must have really liked those shoes.”