They came for the semicolons; I said nothing.

Mom was from S.C. and pear salad was a big thing. Hers was different though. Canned pear halves on lettuce, with *cottage cheese* and a cherry.

Pimiento Spread inside! (my mom always had this *ew* in the house)

She probably had her people gather clippings of social pages with any mention of her salad.

I can’t breathe!!

Dear Trumpsters: “Please don’t stay in touch”

You asked “why the fuck are Sikhs inevitably assaulted for the “crimes” of Muslims?”

“Resentment is no excuse for bald-faced stupidity”
-Garrison Keillor, Trump voters will not like what happens next

I don’t want to drink, either; in most circumstances I’m so down to drink, but not this week. For me, booze is supposed to be celebratory. I’ve just been sleeping so very very much and trying to stay off social media.

@PauloB - you’ll likely enjoy [this post] found on Tumblr. Basically saying that Trump expected a syllabus class from Obama, and instead got thrown into the first day at Law school.

They took him to the special secret room, and showed him the thing that ages all incoming presidents by 10 years overnight.

yeah, he’s about the only person happy right now. that fcker.

I live in ever-loving basically liberal Seattle, and am looking at humans like “half of you want my trans friends to die” even though I know that’s statistically impossible. I am staying away from people in general until I can be rational.

He’s a keeper!

~verklempt~

awwww! (Also Seattle, also discussed issues with my baby - although, he’s now 25 and voted too!)

aw f*ck you just reminded me... I gotta get booze.

excellent! (oh, and tell the bf that Hillary is 69.)

I kept reading through the letters and thinking: “You’re. You’re. You’re.”

Holy Shit (You’ve Got to Vote)