There was a longer line to get my croissant sandwich at Dunkin Donuts in midtown this morning.

Him playing Elvis Costello on Colbert just cemented his dad-rock standing. Him being hip and with the kids is listening to a Wilco album, a band that hasn’t put out a listenable album in 15 years.

They made sure to put the black guy next to Trump. Hopefully, 45 didn’t think he was Fredrick Douglass.

Can the world admit that 45 is just plain stupid and that he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing and what he believes? Just set him in front of a TV with his Twitter machine like they do at old age homes and keep away from anything having to do with the job of being President.

Democracy Dies in Darkness

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New Jersey is getting a Monorail. Hooray!

When do we give back the Statue of Liberty to the French? We apparently have no use for it anymore.

All I can think about is that scene in Seven.

Good for him. Now he can go back to being a Tuner in Dark City.

Don’t give Trump any ideas.

This pretty much sums it up.

It’s going to be the biggest crowd in the history of mankind.

The next labor pick will probably be the annoying MyPillow guy or the CEO of Taco Bell.

Question remains, as asked by Jezebel before in a previous post, “Can We Masturbate To This?”

Meanwhile, Mark Burnett is sitting on tapes of Trump dropping N-bombs and talking about which contestants he’d like to fuck.

She’s not in the White House to make friends.

I’m sure Alex Jones is crafting a lunatic theory that the damn was left over from the Obama administration for the purpose of turning everyone gay and liberal.

Too bad, Alan Thicke passed away leaving Optimum Tax Relief without a spokesperson. “The government can garnish your wages ... which has a constitution that is worth understanding.”