Today in: things I forgot about because they were too stupid. 

maybe Our Dumb President is right and the Jets really are too complicated to operate

There’s an interesting article on AOC and her line/s of questioning. Apparently each Member is ‘given’ a question to ask of the person testifying. They’re ‘given’ this by the Committee Staff. (Presumably this is done for both parties: each Member is given their question by Cttee Staff of their own party.)

Look, I think we all agree the idea of a Space Force is nice, in a utopian society. But let’s be realistic and look for REAL solutions. For instance, an expanded tax credit that will allow people to purchase insurance on the open market that they can use towards buying a cardboard box that they label “Space Force” on…

Her Cake for All initiative is interesting. 

Solution: Don’t read the greys. I stopped long ago and I say that as a grey myself. Just not worth it.

Where’s my money? Although... I guess I didn’t actually bet money.

I mean, you say your kids are cool, but are they so cool you want to fuck them?  

America loves civil rights leaders when they’re old and non-threatening or dead and really non-threatening. From MLK to Jackie Robinson to John Lewis to Muhammad Ali, the pattern is obvious.

Holy shit! You actually exist! I’ve seen so many people called your name as a joke, but now it’s the real account back again!

I know what he means. He means that seventeen is her age. 

And then we can unshun you.

Mine was larger because I adjusted my withholding, but I still got screwed in the balance thanks to losing the PMI deduction and the moving deduction (which snowballed into me losing my student loan interest deduction.)

Ooooh! Here we go again, folks! Let’s take yet another trip down the patented Trump Stages of Denial!

welcome back

“You sat there for 4 HOURS, going ‘OH it’s so boring!’ JUST SHUT THE HELL UP!”
-Trey Wingo in marriage therapy. 

At least he helped Paul get that massive Foxconn factory in his old district. You know, the one that’s going to provide, uh, OK hold that thought for a minute.

I’m a girl, so all my life I have been told that my clothing sends messages to other people. If I wear a skirt that is a little too short or a shirt that shows a little too much cleavage, I am apparently communicating that I consent to being groped or worse.

Clearly, the real argument I guess here is: if Baby Hitler were a hot dog, would you eat him before he could eat himself?

It’s a moot point, because you can’t go back in time and kill baby Hitler. Not because time travel doesn’t exist, but because it’s a predestination paradox.