As I kid I knew about “pasties” as meat pies before I ever knew about them as nipple coverings. So you can imagine my confusion when I read some seedy mystery where our hero went in to a strip club to see a bunch of listless strippers on the stage wearing nothing but pasties.....

Oh...and they have to hope you don’t actually read their sources because if you do, you’ll find out that a lot of the instances where a trans woman was “violent” it’s because the other person attacked them first and she was only defending herself. What, are we supposed to get sit there and get stomped to the ground?

If she can break through that “both sides are the same” cynicism and get more people to listen, yes please. If it brings out the activists, hell yes!

“If you’re pre-born, you’re fine. If you’re preschool, you’re fucked!” —George Carlin

Charlevoix. Michilimackinac. Ishpeming. Menominee...

The man has no shame. See also all the shit he talked about McCain while saying that Kaepernick was disrespecting veterans... somehow?

Hey hey HEY now! Respect DL’s safe space and free speech.

Because heaven forfend we learn anything from the massive wave of “meh” that swept the nation in 2016.

Is it really that hard to not be a dick?

I think there’s more going on than you can tell with a cursory glans.

He’s the village idiot who somehow got elected king.

Apparently Ann Coulter tweeted earlier today: “Maybe the solution to the border crisis is not deporting 22 million illegals but one Jared Kushner.”

I was annoyed when I saw that Maher booked her AGAIN but... yeah, I’ll order pizza.

Did someone say... Mormon!?

And the face of another pasty white guy goes on the “How to Identify a Mass Shooter” poster. Along with all the other ones.

I get less of a “lizard person” and more of a “feminization fetishist” vibe. You know, the men who want so desperately to be a woman they actually buy latex suits and masks to give the appearance of being female.

I actually know people who would pay extra for that....

He sounds like Trump and Zuckerberg in that they’re all in positions of responsibility that they never expected to be in, being held accountable for actions they never considered with all the grace of a kid trying to pad out a three page high school literature essay praying nobody notices.

Nah, divorce spon-con needs to be from Ikea: “So I brought in the Billy bookcase and furnished it with a Hjörgęñ lamp to bring a glimmer of hope to my bleak existence in this miserable fucking studio apartment. Oh and some tea lights.”

Honestly? Yeah, kind of.