This may sound decidedly unromantic but my last name is fairly ungainly. I have always thought that my decision would center around who had the most aesthetically pleasing surname. Does this make me a bad person?

Wasn’t there an article, a few weeks ago, covering the arrest of an African-American woman for having called the police two or three times in the space of a couple of years because she was being beaten? For a country that prides itself on the rule of law, there seems to be an awful lot of subjective discretion.

“I’m the only white person who owns and lives on this street.”

“When you are a pioneer, like I am, it’s not easy,’ she said. ‘I’m the only white person who owns and lives on this street.’”

I came here and didn’t see color.

I look forward to someone actually breaking his fucking arm.

Because they would have been targeted by his equally crazy white-supremacist buddies for online harassment. If their names had been on record, it would have been only a couple hours before a bunch of knuckle dragging morons would start posting their pictures and home addresses online.

Terrorist. Lets call him a terrorist because that’s what he is.

How is this not blackmail? How is this not the same as saying “Comey was blackmailed by the russians into moving forward with a BS Hillary investigation based on bad intel the russians planted that Comey knew was bad.”

And by “other factors” he means Rudy Giuliani. Keep watching - he’s the one who orchestrated this.

CNN updated the source article with this additional paragraph shortly after Aimee made this post.

All signs of a man who was unloved by his father.

My dad is convinced it’s because his ass is too fat to fit normally, so he has to sit leaning forward toward the front of the seat so no one sees it spilling over the sides (or, for chairs that don’t have the open sides, it just plain can’t fit in the seat). And yeah, the manspreading. I can’t.

5 years old little Lord Fauntleroy sat better than Trump ever will:

GROSS yet I cannot look away