The best burn on his looks I read was that he looks the dorian gray portrait of a piece of pepperoni pizza. I can’t find who said it (and there have been a number of Dorian Gray-related burns on him) but that is savage.

Fingers crossed for this.

DC here. It’s working. Congressional offices are tied up. They’re getting the message. Yesterday Sen. Murkowski changed her vote on DeVos citing the “literally thousands” of calls she received. Her words, not mine.

I think it’s high time we had a conversation about the role of Testosterone replacement therapy and Cialis has had on middle aged, angry Trump voters and their tendency to be angry and stupid.

Please don’t wait for a leader. Don’t pin your hope for resistance on a group that looks like the movements we’ve seen in movies.

Because in his tiny delusional little mind, he thinks the protests will anger the imaginary “sleeping giant” that are his hyperinflated notion of a base. He is being told this will happen by the man with his hand up his ass: Bannon. Two psychopathic visions of the world for the price of one.

“I increasingly don’t see a non-violent way out of this.”

“It also feels like we have no true leadership.”

Rachel Maddow had a good segment on last night’s show talking about how the protests are actually working far better than comparitive tea party era ones. Public opinion is with us.

I think he’s testing the waters honestly. I don’t recall a president speaking out so soon after a new administration has taken office to encourage people to continue protesting. I imagine there are some very serious, high-level conversations going on - and even the Koch brothers aren’t happy about this shit right…

Or, a coalition of former Presidents ?

What do we do though? I’ve been protesting, signing petitions, donating, calling my representatives, trying to get more involved in local politics, etc., but the frustrating thing is that it seems like no one can stop him. It also feels like we have no true leadership. Honestly I wish Obama would come back into the…

I feel like I’m in American Horror Story: Coven, and I’ve descended into my own personal repetitive hell that I cannot escape from, like poor Lily Rabe.

When I was 12 Mom and I were standing in line at the store and the man behind me started shouting towards the doors “I know you’ve been stealing money from me I’ve already called the police on you you fucking bastard! I see you on my property again and I can shoot you they told me so!” Then he dropped the roll of…

It feels like we have a Man in the High Castle thing going on.

It would be fucking hilarious if it wasn’t our country this was happening to. Like, if this was a black comedy sitcom, it’d be an incredible one.

What’s even more bizarre about this is that Fredrick Douglass is one of like, 6 black people who you learn about in public school (along with Harriet Tubman, Rosa Parks, MLK, Chrispus Attucks and Dred Scott). Most 8th graders could probably tell you that Douglass isn’t exactly a contemporary figure.

We’re obviously all dead and in hell, there’s no other explanation for any of this. Kinda like in The Sixth Sense, we’re dead but don’t know we’re dead.

Frederick Douglass died in 1895.

The only time I’ve ever looked at my husband like that was when I was very stoned and he brought home Crazy Bread.