If Trump did tweet that, I’d damn sure head over to the sink to check.

I can still remember the people in my office laughing at me when I said I was going to do it on my lunch hour. My supervisor told me to not even try -- take the following day off and get there at 6 am. There was already a line. 

That’s the horrifying part. 

The judge is also suggesting that the girl’s life is A) not ruined, ‘cause, hey, she was only raped and B) worth much less that this fucking shitball’s life. Was she going to go to a good school? Did she have good test scores? Does he fucking care? (No, he does not.)

Don’t forget “accomplished.” That’s my favorite. 

I’m not surprised. I lived in Georgia for three years and still shudder when I think about getting my license and registration changed. It’s a horrific and byzantine maze that took several days (yes, that’s DAYS) of standing in line, only to reach the end and find out that they demanded some tiny piece of…

I know. “What kind of artillery do I have to attack ...”

Is that the one where I’m on The View but I’m not wearing pants?

That would be okay. If everyone else stays away, it would show how few supporters Trump really has. The same way his campaign kickoff rally in Orlando showed that he couldn’t actually fill an arena with supporters.

Some random guy/gal/dog/telephone-pole on the street? More likely to be telling the truth than Conway.

Then we will know for sure that it’s a Trump project. 

His teeny-tiny little hands can’t wrap around the umbrella handle. 

I was gonna say. Pretty sure a taste test won’t be enough. 

Actually, while I hope it’s a stroke, my first thought was that it had something to do with this godawful 4th of July bullshit extravaganza. Like Pence needed to talk to the Joint Chiefs or something to help get the tanks authorized. 

Too much work. Just pour yourself a drink, sit on the porch, and wait for the shockwave. 

True. That’s when you know you’re fucked, because President McNugget will absolutely do something appallingly stupid. 

Also with dementia!

I’m with you. At least if he blows off one of his peach-colored, tiny little paws he won’t be able to tweet.

Yeah, I wonder how many non-VIP, non-ass-kissers will bother with this nonsense.

I’d tell you to relax, but odds are you’re absolutely right.