THANK YOU. Seriously.

You know what she and Stein can do, besides go fuck themselves?

At least it’s good to hear one of them admit they wanted a ~revolution~. A revolution that won’t directly harm them and others are going to have to fight, but a revolution nonetheless.

Yes. I have been all for breaking the stranglehold the two parties have on our election process. But not this time. This time the choice was really, really, fucking, really clear.

“In some ways, Trump is one of the best things to happen to this country because look at how many people are getting off their posteriors,” says Sherry Wells, the Green Party’s Michigan chairwoman. “So part of me is giggling.”

There’s nothing wrong with believing in the invisible sky god. Faith helps some people get through tough things in this world. People on the other hand tend to be problematic.

Lolwut? Talk to me when the church leaves its business outside of my politics, uterus, bedroom, public schools, courthouse, workplace........

The Church wants to be involved in all aspects of people’s lives - therefore every aspect of people’s business belongs in Church.

The church brings it in by ‘welcoming, encouraging, demanding’ participation from birth and then rejecting their committed members based on one aspect of their lives.

What a weird comment.

Church stops telling people who and how to fuck, people will stop bring their fucking-related issues to church.

I imagine he just lies there and thinks of England Russia.

“Hm. Am I the only one not buying the fact that Pam Anderson casually tosses about phrases like ‘Pyrrhic Victory’ in everyday conversation?” Hell to the no.

He was- I miss him.

So he was a Dad Magazine kind of dad?

My dad’s family were Hungarian immigrants. Maybe that was why affection in terms of hugs and “I love yous” never came easily to him. He was gruff but we quickly learned it was mostly just show and he became “The Old Bear”. He taught me how to: throw a split finger knuckle ball, how to tie over a dozen types of knots,…

My dad couldn’t care less about the holiday or presents. He often forgot it altogether and was genuinely surprised when we gave him anything. He loved to drink beer and whiskey, grill meat and eat until he was going to explode, he’d put on classical music albums on, sit on the couch and close his eyes, he never hit me…

My dad would insist on reading us The Littlest Angel, and then he would cry Every. Single. Time.

We don’t have banks in South Dakota so we use Leatherman pliers as our currency. You can exchange them for US dollars in towns close to the border.

But also, what if she did want to go home and have sex with him, and changed her mind when she saw his doll collection or something? The idea that if we start down a path with a man we can’t change our minds is fucking gross. If I start eating a pizza and hate it, do I need to keep going? Do you shove it into my mouth…