Chris wrote a book on the topic recently

A bibliography, both for those who would genuinely be interested to help and also for the near-inevitable lunatic trolls (before they even start):

Look at what the woman who was on the panel where Bill O’Reilly insulted Maxine Water’s hair did.

And here I got all excited in seeing a BMW using its turn-signal the other day.

I would much rather we save lives (avoiding funerals!) than worrying about having pretty ones. If you are more concerned about having an attractive corpse, that’s fine, but there’s no reason to give organ donations to people who aren’t willing to have the same generosity.

“For one, Trump’s aides cannot figure out how to turn on the lights in the cabinet room...”

Seems to be more like a Douglas Renholm.

The article felt kind of Shakespearean- dude wants nothing more than love and respect, so much so he runs for President thinking that it’ll be the sure-fire way he’ll get love and respect. But upon becoming President, he finds himself neither loved or respected and is instead mainly alone, by himself, watching Cable…

GOD FINGER

This guy again?!

Ok, now I dont feel so bad for getting fucking sick of the jokes and the corresponding lack of a legitimate resistance

Actually, the most depressing part about the book where I found that quote (Deadly Funny: Humor in Hitler’s Germany), is that the author concludes that, in the end, political humor isn’t really as transgressive as we want to believe it is. He was interviewed in “Vanity Fair” back in 2011:

Edit: Ironically, this probably costs more than $2k.

Nope, you’re the only one who remembers, you truth-teller, you wise sage, you.

Pretty sure they did 2 months ago.

OMG I HATE CHRISTMAS SHOES. BURN IT WITH THE FIRE OF A BILLION SUNS

You forgot part of the Uniform. Cardinals t-shirts, jerseys, sweatshirts, etc and not just during baseball season

I call them "Woo Girls." Because in Austin, they always get way too drunk at shows and festivals then stand around going, "WOooooOO! WOO! WOooOOOOO!" Even during really quiet parts of a song or whatever. Then at the end of the night they take off their heels, sit on a curb, and start crying because of some bro.

Fuck - none
Marry - none
Kill - all

It's easier when I just refer to them as "white people".