Spoiler alert!

Professional teleprompter reader goes ad-lib. Film at eleven.

The root cause of the problem is FB itself, credit cards notwithstanding. Parents who allow this toxin into their home and can’t even protect their children from it are letting FB continue to make the world a more horrible place every fucking day for generations to come, full of zucky-eyed, un-vaccinated, brain-dead…

It’s the other way around isn’t it? That dad lets Kush have sex with his daughter when she’s not otherwise occupied?

Principal? You mean principal Skinner or some other principal?

His brain has “left the building,” you say?

She’s right, it will be actions, not words, that will “fix” FB’s problems.

Apparently you can also pray for boys (in-app purchase).

Actor’s PR vanity project veers south, film at eleven.

My wish was to bugger up the royals apologists. Thanks for the accommodation.

How about we put Pelosi, Trump, Pence, and Schumer on a plane. fly ‘em to Afghanistan, drop ‘em off at some random location, and see how good these “leaders” are at fending for themselves. Plus we’d be reducing the toxic waste in our own country. Win Win.

Get the Royal Geezer a faster car, let him schlep some of the other Royals around for a nice race in the countryside, maybe we could knock a few of them off for good. I mean literally “for good.”

Replace “christianity” with “white supremacy” and the speciousness of your argument stands out like a Roman Salute.

Their only principle is Power. And silly things like right, wrong, good, evil, cognitive dissonance, etc., cannot impede the only principle.

So claiming there’s a god and a heaven and so forth, then expecting people to pay tribute for these imaginary things, still isn’t considered fraud? You have to actually abscond with their money again?

Won’t Get Fooled Again.

Keep the PrivilegePorn coming! Totally boned.

Keep the PrivilegePorn coming! Totally boned.

Take Pence with him? And the horse he rode in on?

Maybe the only guy in the country who can make Pelosi look useful.

It’s “linchpin” actually — but “lynch-pin” has a strangely appropriate (if semi-literate) Freudian connotation about it.