I can read and take notes and make connections . . .I’d be happy to help move this along—and I’d bet that I’m not the only one.

Ugh. Anyone else getting a jus primae noctis vibe? This orange Caligula ruins everything he touches.

I installed it, and the article and picture on this page were just gone. I’d like to remove the smug visage only.

I lived in Montana for 1/1/2000, and you wouldn’t believe how we stockpiled for the coming computer apocalypse. In addition to the usual supplies, I had an enormous stock of olive oil and red wine. EVERY time I went to the grocer, I picked up an extra bottle of each “just in case.” By the time the clock turned and…

I’ve seen them in Nebraska and Colorado. I grew up Roman Catholic, but had friends in high school who went to an Assembly of God church. I received several copies of the one on Catholics, one on evolution, and I’m pretty sure there was one about rock music.

Yes, she has to explain it, and so does every news outlet and every person who has experienced this.

Thanks for the memory. As someone said upthread, the memories just keep popping up, and you just dislodged one:

Yup. I came to post this Oliver reference. Just when I think it can’t go any lower . . .

I hate that stressed-whisper-voice thing he does in the beginning of this clip. He sounds like one of those huckster preachers pretending to cry. Ugh.

True. That’s why there’s nothing good on Sunday mornings, because you’re supposed to be at church. Or on Fridays, because you’re supposed to be dating.

“I’m really looking forward to receiving gynecological advice from Donald Trump since he must be such an authority as well. It’s great to have the best of the best paying such close attention to my ‘lady needs.’”

Driving to work and then to lunch, I did not see a SINGLE Trump/Pence yard sign. Last week, this Kansas world was bristling with them. It was such a relief—I could pretend that everyone had grown a brain. However, there are still no Clinton/Kaine signs—but that’s not surprising because you can get accosted for that.

I wonder if it’s because they suspect she turned over the tax info to WaPo?

The money I would pay to hear the thud as his body was propelled to the ground. And the satisfying sound of his empty orange pumpkin head hitting the floor afterward. My goodness, I would love that. I might just carve a jack o’lantern to look like trump just for the satisfaction of smashing it.

I sent them an email, too! I said that I was sickened that they allowed BB to remain, that his behavior was as bad as Trump’s and that he is a sycophant and a pimp.

From behind the front: I saw this last night and couldn’t sleep—rage kept me up and reading for most of the night. This morning, Republican husband (not proTrump, but definitely antiHillary) was defensive from the get, but I acted like nothing was amiss. I picked up my tablet from the coffee table as I asked him what…

I wish, but you know what? I think that Trump could stand in the middle of Park Avenue and shoot someone and not offend his base. Not sure why I think that, but I do.

The thing is, this bit isn’t even funny. The intercut clips add nothing and are so C-level. The goober “interviewer” reminds me of Ross on “Friends” and is half as funny. Which is half of nothing, so . . . Did they use a youngish guy so that their oldster viewers would think that hepcats are racist now?

Oh, god, NOOOOO! Why did you do that? What has been seen can never be unseen and now my teenage fantasies are dead. *sob*

Nononononono! James Spader was such a snotty hotty. Perhaps you mean David Spade? Please?