Here in America people would have assumed it was just another local klansman. A cow pasture, a cemetery, and an X-rated movie? Those are like their favorite hangouts.

Beautiful photos of the Jezebel house where we all live and menstruate in tandem

I was a fan for 30 years. It was impressive to see someone that made such a lifelong commitment to bringing more evil into the world.

it’s just a picture of legs that cuts to an image of a man standing in a burning house and he has a goat head and his eyes are the black of the void and then it cuts back to an image of legs with paint on them and then it’s the goat headed man and he’s closer to the foreground and I can smell sulfur and then it cuts…

I thought once this sort of thing inevitably happened I might start feeling bad for the clowns.

Somewhere in Atlanta: Future is crying into his Autotune software and will call it an album.

“I’m sick and tired of [the majority of the population]...”

“I’m sick and tired of people like you...”

I had to pause the video and take a moment when Newt fucking Gingrich accused Fox fucking News of liberal bias.

Please let this election end already. It just feels so weird rooting for Megyn Kelly for something.

As a Pima County resident, I’ll remind you that most Arizonans actually don’t get to vote against this grandstanding, racist piece of shit. But he influences statewide and national politics.

As a registered republican sitting in Gilbert, Arizona (maricopa county) I’m losing my fucking mind why this state keeps electing this fucking racist asshole.

lock him up! lock him up!

I will personally buy him his pink granny panties.

It would be really great if you could team up with some of the artists who have done illustrations for the site and sell merch with their artwork on it. I love Jez, but I don’t want to wear a t-shirt with just the Jez logo on it, sorry. I will, however, shell out major bucks for some Tara Jacoby artwork on a shirt.

Scrolls through merch... wait... no “Lesbian Shitass” or “Do You Even PubMed” tees?

Afraid of getting hoovered right up like a bowling-ball through a straw, eh?