It isn't America's world right now. It probably hasn't been for at least twenty years.

And that, my friends, is what normalization sounds like.

And she threw her head back on her neck and giggled.

You gotta work it, bitch!

Dik, my buddy. I worry if you don't hope for something more reasonable —- much, much more reasonable —- you are bound to stroke out.

Most of the country is already there. Even those of us who hate the S.O.B. We're moving right along, playing their game, doing our usual shit.

Well, uh, Mommy?, Mr. Gorbachev, tear down that wall!

A spelling bee? Try speaking a sentence.

I give not a whit for New York society. Balls and fashion folderol.

Not to mention, SHE HAS NO ABILITY. She has no experience. She has no authority. She has no aptitude.

Oh, please. Paul Ryan has Trump's (*) all the way up his (*).

Sigh. I wish I lived in the world where your visions could come to pass.

"I think, like, really, if you think about it, we could all make more money if we beat little Asian kids with shoes, right? I mean, it's worth a try. Yeah! I'm pretty."

Naked plutocracy and disrespecting our economic allies isn't a big deal to you.

Why the hell is this still allowed?

Yeah. Ooh. Do me. Like that. Grrrr-owl!

Wisconsin is Midnorth. Which isn't even a thing.

Reagan called his wife "Mommy," and, oh, how we all loved that charismatic old coot.

Somebody please erase those three grinning bastards in that photo up there. I'll give you three dollars. It might not seem like much, but the good work done for all of humanity should be recompense enough.

Aw, poor Wance. Wied all that time and intimidated all those other widers for noffing.
Poor, poor, widdwe Wance.