No, Hudson, you are extremely envious.

No, but thanks for demonstrating that you still have no idea what you’re talking about.  Keep on embarrassing yourself--you’re doing great work.

In WWII, after all, being a good ally meant waiting a couple years before reluctantly entering the war after a direct attack, like we did.

Um...no, not like people in general, which tells me that you haven’t actually met any drug dealers (your college buddy who can hook you up with a joint doesn’t count).  You fail to see my point because you have no idea what you’re talking about.

Because, generally speaking, they’re not always the best strategic thinkers and can often fall prey to the false thinking that they’ve got their shit protected.

I’m still curious as to which sycophant is going to fall on their sword, a-la Scooter Libby for this fat asshole.

Fuck.  Yes.

Yeah, I was on the fence--but tipping towards Warren--when Bernie had his heart attack, which pushed me all the way to Warren.  Even if he became the nominee and the President, he might not make it through his first term and there’s no telling who the VP would be. 

Even the Parmesan aggravated me.  Give me Romano or give me...another choice.

Um...have you actually met any drug dealers?

Yeah, but Hope is much hotter than Susan.  I mean, come on.

No, she lost because she was a fucking awful choice who was openly despised by at least half of the entire country.

Do we though?  If Joe’s campaign tanks and it looks like Warren is the solid front runner, she may feel a “duty” to “save” the Democratic Party from “socialism.”  Oh, she’ll be “reluctant” and have put “much time and thought” into it, but she will ultimately have decided that this is “what is right for the country.”

So much for the old trope about black people not being serial killers.  Not only that, but we have a black man as the most prolific serial killer in US history.  One more narrative down the drain...

Nobody wins because nobody selected goat (any variety, hard or soft), Gruyere (the ultimate cheese for French Onion soup), or Fontina (the ultimate melting cheese).

I have a feeling that Steven and Drew are actually talking about the same type of knife. My ex-wife used to call table knives (or serving knives) butter knives. I told her they were most assuredly NOT butter knives because there are actual butter knives which look and function nothing like a table knife. She was…

Tom Brady, no question.  Christ, I could crawl on all fours faster than he can run.

File this under:  Don’t Be A Fucking Moron.

Once again for the people in the back:

Jesus Christ.  I’m both surprised and not at all surprised that this wasn’t a bigger story.