I have to keep reminding myself that we still live in the same timeline where God, The Devil and Bob got cancelled after a letter-writing campaign from the Moral Majority Foundation, because James Garner’s God wore sunglasses and drank beer.

Wouldn’t a two-year old pulling a salary run afoul of child labor laws?

I take heart in this rally for one reason only: The NRSC has never had to spend many resources in a Mississippi Senate race since Strom Thurmond switched parties. If they’re bringing Trump in for a rally this close to Election Day, they’re scared of Espy’s chances.

I went to public school k-12, and then I went to a university where a large number of students were from single-sex Catholic schools.

His sinecure as a Republican lobbyist depends on having a welcome in Republican Senate offices.

Did anyone else notice that there were no women’s names in Kavanaugh’s calendar? I mean, if Renate Schroeder Dolphin made such an impression on him as to warrant memorializing in his yearbook, I would’ve thought surely that she’d warrant a place on his calendar.

DiFi invited her.

Mrs. Kavanaugh: run. Leave now. You still have time to get your daughters from school and change the locks. 

Forget convincing evidence of his past: I’m not convinced Kavanaugh could pass a breathalyzer right this second.

Meanwhile, Brett Kavanaugh saw that hissyfit and said “Hold my beer.”

How does someone not contemplate how badly they fucked up after being fired for it?

Who invited Michael Avenatti? #Basta with this famewhore already.

A George H.W. Bush appointee who took senior status (a sort of “judge emeritus” gig where there’s a reduced caseload but a replacement can be made immediately) in late November 2016...

An office in an area where he does not live. That is the election fraud part.

Switch on readability mode.

The only reason to bring that show back is to cancel it again. Reboot, one episode, and the episode ends with cancellation.

I mean, if no one is going to show up as a biblically accurate cherubim with wings around their face, what was the entire point of doing this?

Every lawyer defends at least one or two shitty people.

This is what an utterly delighted widow wears to a funeral when she’s got a private jet to San Tropez idling on the tarmac.

Madam, how dare you impugn the honor of Starlight Express, also known as “Cats on roller skates but they’re trains trying to stop the inexorable march away from steam, instead.”