Please. Mimi would eat that little bitch for breakfast and would still have time for a slice of Ariana Grande as dessert.
Meh, it’s a word if people use it. It’s been in use since the 1800s according to Wiki (which I totally trust, I mean what could go wrong with a crowd-sourced encyclopaedia?).
I’m Black and I can TOTALLY wrap my head around it. There is a huge segment of this population who believes that people who look like me or speak a language other than English or who practice a religion other than Christianity are beneath them and should always and forever stand behind them. Trump has given voice to…
“I’ve got my big girl pantsuit on, I can take it”
I noticed a while ago that he’s rarely to talk about a person without adding what big fans they are of him. It’s his only barometer for judging other people-- whether or not they like him. Even when he first started talking about Putin, it wasn’t about his stellar leadership, but that he thinks Putin called him a…
I think “tough” was code for “racist af”.
After last night, I literally cannot wrap my mind around the idea that any sane person would think he is qualified to serve as president. He’s the worst sort of thin-skinned, narcissistic, no-nothing bully.
I’ve thought about- just very calmly and politely -refusing to take Trump lemmings’ advice on anything. Like, say, your Trumpian SIL tells you to cover the roast with tin foil as it cooks: “Um, yeah, I’m going to google that, thanks.”
Yeah, and meanwhile--Hillary couldn’t have cleared her throat--let alone {gasp} COUGHED--broken a slight sweat, sniffled, or practically LET A SINGLE HAIR FALL OUT OF PLACE or she would have been accused of succumbing to Ebola before our very eyes.
I think it’s Trump’s gaslighting that’s made me most insane. And the way his lemmings just nod along- how can anyone trust them ever again, on absolutely anything?
It’s also gaslighting extraordinaire- regardless of the cause, we all heard and saw him sniffling.
Reality has a liberal bias.
Trump is a fucking pole smoker. Is it wrong to wish for his death?
She seemed light of heart, warm, at ease - just perfect.
Sweet fancy Moses! Yes. I saw that and died. I’m going to the mall tomorrow to get a blood red pantsuit and FLATS.
She totally reverse psychology’d him so she could wear her red suit.
Alternating between staring daggers at him thinking, “this fucking moron” and laughing in his face thinking, “This. Fucking. Moron. lol”.
This is by far one of the most minor examples of Clinton’s dominating Trump, but I like to think her “Between Two Ferns” reference to his “red power tie” led to his stylists’ choosing blue tonight.