All ridiculousness about this whole notion aside, the fact that Erick Erickson’s parents just lumped in Chinese, Korean, Vietnamese, Malaysian, Thai, etc. with Japanese food explains a bit about the adult Erick Erickson grew up to become.

There are always going to be idiots who say, “It’s not so hard! Just eat less, dummies.” I find those people are largely assholes with few friends and deep bitterness about some other part of their life.

This surprises me, if only because Adele seems like the kind of woman he’d enjoy calling a disgusting pig. Which, before you jump all over me, doesn’t mean I think that. I think she’s stunning, gorgeous, amazing, wonderful...she wins all the superlatives. But Trump doesn’t really have a good track record appreciating…

Until he opens his mouth to discuss politics or global affairs, which lately has really been off-putting.

Yeah, I’d have to agree. Now that I think of it, it’s kind of surprising he hasn’t been chosen before.

Oh, please, 3/4th of One Direction. Who do you think you’re kidding?

I’ve been sitting here trying to think of the most horrible thing I could compare you to. I ran through the moldy fuzz that grows on dog turds, Donald Trump’s asshole after a bout of diarrhea, and bed bug bites that have become infected and are oozing puss. But none of them seemed quite adequate. That you could read…

Oh, I totally agree. I just meant the request wasn’t necessarily unusual. The subsequent act certainly was.

So we got directions like “turn left after the cemetery, right at the old barn, and then it’s the house with the brown dog that’s usually outside.” I wish I was exaggerating.

She asks my wife if they have a special toaster for only gluten-free bread.

I can see your point....but I’ve used Seamless when I’m traveling on business and can’t find anything appealing on the room service menu.

This woman will win every argument with her idiot husband for eternity. “Labor. Selfie,” is like the ace up her sleeve she never wanted but has no choice but to play. And play, and play, and play...

God...I want this man to talk discuss Feminism with me so hard. I could talk about it all night with him. We'd hardly be able to walk the next day we would have talked so damned much.

Because if God wanted the Poors to be healthy, He’d deposit money into their health savings account! Not try to help them through a socialist government program. Obviously.

Literally no candidate has done that ever, in fact.

I don’t plan to vote for Sanders, but I don’t dislike him. I am, however, growing sick to death of his supporters. It’s entirely black and white with them. Anything Hillary says is a ploy to win. Everything Sanders says is sincere and completely not about winning at all. Never mind that Hillary and Sanders agree on…

Between this and the story on Gawker about the frat singing the charming ditty, “Hey, Nude,” I can only imagine the number of “Not all sororities/fraternities!” and “Why does Gawker/Jezebel have it in for sororities/fraternities?” posts I’ll be looking at later today.

I think I’ll make that my new email signature.

When it comes to DST I think there are two kinds of people...those who hate it, and morning people. I’m the latter. I like having that extra hour of sunlight in the morning in winter. If the sun were coming up at 8:30, I’d be miserable all winter. Even this 7:30 business the last few weeks has succkkkedddd. And…

These stories were not remotely scary. Yesterday’s had me so freaked out I was a little afraid to turn out the lights. They were artfully told, true or not. These? Eh.