This one goes out to my friends in the Posse Comitatus.

You know that may not really be Chinese.

And you, balding combover fish!

Irony may be dead now but at least the symbolism is accurate.

No one would 'give a care' if he didn't come out the next day and say 2+2=5. The sad fact is he's so delicate that he had to lie, and have others lie for him, about something that would have gone away quickly. Instead, he had Spicer introduce 'alternative facts' into our lexicon all because of his sad, sorry…

Then my work is done.

The BEST Gods and Geniuses.

We are ALL Cherokee Jack.

It's really pathetic how his cheerleaders now deflect by saying that if he walked on water or cured cancer he would get shit for it. In reality, they're referring to some absurdly stupid and sociopathic lie that he spews out without a shread of proof. That is not how comparisons work.

That is fuckin sad how right now it is.

Will i be reimbursed for the paints? How do i find your studio? It seems kinda complicated.

Always keeping an eye out for him anyway.

Just so you know i'll live with the shame of missing the "I'm Cherokee Jack" softball you lobbed my way forever.

"My nuts?"

No flying it's the night train all the way.

They both get played constantly on the aor radio station they play at work.

Hey, who hasn't been there.

Repugnant job, internet!

Yeah, I have it in a book of essays. It seems so odd coming from Kurt, like, "Suck a fuck." - Mother Theresa

"Obviuosly, he's a scumbag."
- Kurt Vonnegut