Take a break from deciding which costume you’re going to wear for a Halloween that falls on a Tuesday and get into the spirit of Christmas.

We currently have a greasy, racist elf for our AG, a descendant of Mike Huckabee as our press secretary, a turtle as our senate majority leader, a climate change denier heading the EPA, a punchable techno challenged dildo heading the FCC, and a grifting pair of fucking clown shoes as our president.

Ok, two things.

I know that this looks like a slap on the wrist, but take a step back and look at this punishment as clearly as you can through the tears you’ll want to cry in a few minutes.

Kelly also attacked Florida for listening in on what he called a “sacred’ conversation — intimating that she had told the truth about what Trump had said, but was wrong for hearing it in the first place.

I don’t want to be sacred. I want men to keep their hands, and their laws, off my pussy. You think you’re helping, Kelly, but you’re not.

The question of “what are these kneeling players protesting” has been answered over, and over, and over again—and should’ve been eye-bleedingly obvious to anyone paying even a modicum of attention, even without Kaepernick et. al. providing an explanation.

I’m the son of two law enforcement officers; I admit up front…

If the president of the United States needs a translator to speak in English, he needs to not be the president.

I always liked the description of a Harley idle as Potato-potato-potato-potato.

“Go back Africa...” Check

Can it do 185?

Why? Because Volvo 5cyl!

Any furniture store.

“Grandpa, tell us about the Tyrese-Rock feud again.”

I’m all for Trump going down in flames, as long as he doesn’t take us all with him.