In which a prissy little prig who probably wiped himself down this morning with cologne samples from GQ suggests that a far more intelligent writer should “stick to fashion.”

“But but but we didn’t understand what we were doing!! We just hated Hillary Clinton, that’s all! We didn’t even understand why! But it seemed like a good idea at the time!!”

I have no problem scrolling allll the way up to the top to star this.

A petty two-bit thug who cleans up real nice, don’t forget that. Part of the media’s normalization process for this fucking Nazi has been to swoon over his looks.

For fuck’s sake. We were all given a choice between a raging inferno and an emergency exit and clowns like you made (and continue to make) excuses not to pick the emergency exit.

Stories like this are not only fearful, but make me paranoid—not of the prospect that Obama’s going to take America’s guns away in the next few weeks, but of my own aging mind.

Let’s just say I’m not surprised that their father’s name shares both initials and letter count with Damien Thorn.

Left Nut: Trying too hard.

“Look at ME, everyone! I’m writing in Bernie to shake up the system! Ha ha! Are you maaaaaaaaaaad? It’s MY conscience!! Fuck Corrupt Hitlery!!”

“Dammit, we can’t afford that sort of pricing anymore! Have someone write an article about how it’s unethical! Fart! Fart! Fart!”

Cheeto Mussolini could be owned by a paper bag. I swear if you slipped one lightly over his head (physically impossible because of the pompadour and the Hutt neck, but bear with me here) and just left him on his own he’d starve to death.

Possibly the dumbest Taskmaster moment ever: when a recruit of The Initiative dies in a fight, Tasky presents the guy’s family with his ashes and an American flag while wearing the skull mask. No one accompanying him questions the appropriateness of this.

Let’s hope the sentence involves more than a trip to BK.

On the right: A raging inferno that threatens to destroy everything.

I compare it to being given a choice between a raging inferno and an emergency exit and saying, “Well, I dunno. The door seems kinda dirty to me and my hands are like, pristine. Besides, if you think about it, aren’t the fire and escaping the fire exactly the same? I’m just gonna tell everyone there’s an even bigger…

Me too! Except I’ll meet him. My teeth are pretty sharp, you see, and I think I could bite right through that gross neck-testicle-lookin’ wattle into his carotid artery and PULL before they could stop me...

I know whiners gonna whine, but can we please stop whining about Tony Stark in this? First, we don’t have any idea how much screen time he has; second, his connection with Peter was inevitable after Captain America: Civil War; third, even the trailer suggests that he’s throwing Peter out on his own with minimum tech…

Got a death threat from his account a few years back. Who knows why, it didn’t specify--and I hadn’t been to this channel before or since. He seems like just another special-snowflake attention whore who, as another commenter notes, won the social media lotto for being in the right place at the right time.…

Pity one can’t illegally torrent a flight, huh? Until someone comes up with an Uber airline, everybody’ll have to continue to settle for wanting more services without paying for them, or flying on carriers that cut corners and then pass (part of) the savings—and all of the danger—on to you.

Hipster hillbilly.