Patty Murray

She’s got the anchor of Bernie around her neck. I don’t care how good she might be, if Bernie is campaigning dor her, I’m voting for someone else.

He’s too old and he won’t win the primaries, again. God forbid he actually runs, because you’ll have Berners strapping explosives to themselves at the DNC this time. Bernie will lose the same big population, big-minority states he did last time, no matter who he’s running against.

If he is (and I don’t really care one way or the other) expect the same kind of whiny revolution from the Berners as when Clinton got the nod. They’ll claim the DNC pushed for him. They’ll claim rigging. God forbid he ties up the super delegates early, because they’ll complain about that too.

A couple episodes, when Kevin is explaining why the Prime Misnister of Alt-Australia has to sing a song to help end the second flood, the guy asks Kevin, “does that make any sense to you?” When Kevin answers “no,” he suddenly realizes none of the crazy schemes people have thought up to deal with the end of thr world…

They are all huxsters.

The Mediterranean to London trip in a day took me out for a few moments as well. The fist bashing I took as her continuing discovery that she was much more than an Amazon, but a God. The rest went by so quickly it didn’t slow me down.

There are plenty of plot holes that, the more I think about them, the more they fall apart...

I just got back from watching the movie. I loved it, and I’m not a huge comics-to-movie afficionado. I enjoy some super hero movies, but most are just to formulaic and seem to rely on back story elements from the comics that regular viewers don’t know about.

Just so you all know, you have about a five-year window (that you’re already a year or two into) to make any kind of cash flipping these games. Nostalgia hits people in their 40s, but then wains and falls off sharply by the end of their fifties.

Instead of a “Do Not Call” list, we need a “Do Not Fuck With Me in Any Way, Shape or Form, on Any Device or even in Person” list.

Sorry you didn’t make it. But a local Seattle attraction, the clown who goes by the name/act Puddles Pity Party, evidently rocked it tonight:

We have the diplomatic handshake purely so male world leaders don’t have to whip out their dicks and do a measuring contest. Even among mere mortal men (say, at work) the handshake becomes this pseudo-dominance maneuver more often than not.

Of course. Tiger had the World in his grasp and then, boom, it was all gone.

Even our supermen* are mere mortals.

I bet the GOP candidate wins by a larger margin because of the assault. This is Trump country we’re talking about.

You have the words turned around. It’s not about non-consensual sharing. It’s about willful sharing of photos taken without consent.

Look, you said a stupid thing. Don’t try to defend it by parsing the words narrowly in your favor. You and everyone else knows what kind of photos the article is addressing.

Be ause you are implying that the women are consenting to these photos, as if they were sexting with lovers. These photos were taken without the women’s knowledge, while they were changing or showering.