Read Elmer Gantry, by Sinclair Lewis, first published in 1926. It’s about a religious con man grifting handsomely off of a place called “These United States,” a dreadful, bleak, vindictive country where Jesus got himself all mixed up with PT Barnum, the devil, and a Wurlitzer organ at about the time the first church…

I am dying to know what it is somebody has on Mitch McConnell, and who it is who has it.

That’s one big boy right there, isn’t it?

Republican politicians have exactly two choices here.

Golly, I’d like to go back to those New York Times articles from last year that—using as their foundation Mercer-funded research from a notorious Breitbart hatchet man—warned me about the tinge of corruption surrounding the Democratic candidate.

I believe she’s kept in a crypt under the White House, and Steve Bannon recites the Lord’s Prayer backwards in order to revive her, as needed.

No surprises here. The Times is not a notably liberal newspaper nor, under the regime of Arthur “Little Pinch” Sulzberger, is it a particularly good one any longer.

Nnnnnnnhhhh....toss-up.

I have been forced to conclude that Republicans—from the least little base voter straight on up to their orange Ubermensch, and including every gibbering jackal of a Congressman or governor or county assessor or state treasurer in between— are low, smirking, unhinged sociopaths who constitute a clear and present…

Many of the extras in this scene were French refugees, on the run from French fascism after the fall of the Third Republic. Perhaps their grandchildren and great-grandchildren were among the millions who rallied against fascism today.

Women who are young now have no idea how much impact someone like Peg Bracken had back in the horrifying 1960s (we’re just beginning to realize how horrifying they were, now that the Republicans are hell bent on bringing them back).

“Women have very little idea of how much men hate them.”—Germaine Greer.

Not soon enough for the likes of me.

Having waited over 40 years for the woman who comes in to clean, to no avail (oh wait! she’s me!), the other depressing thing about this book, for me, is the knowledge that legions of stressed, unhappy, overworked, under-assisted, undervalued, under-loved women are going to circle the wagons around Ivanka and noisily,…

There’s just so damn much money in the War on Drugs, and we all know that Chris Christie is drawn to money like a fly to shit.

He sounds exactly like my creepy, stupid, mendacious, spiteful brother-in-law, who also should not be president of the United States.

This tactic—an update of the old “they’re so cute when they’re little” refrain that dates all the way back to the era of legal segregation and beyond, to the era of legal slavery itself—was trotted out and refined on a national scale as a pure PR tactic when George Zimmerman murdered Trayvon Martin back in 2012.

Whatever his politics back in the dear dead days when he was young and there was still hope in the world, Harvey Levin has notoriously been a right-wing hack ever since he realized that’s where the real money is (grifting the dark money donor class is perhaps the only true 21st century art form). Jason Chaffetz has…

Agree, absolutely.

Blancmange. Or cream cheese.