it’s almost like taxation without representation is a thing we’re against in this country...
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I’ve said it a million times before, but I have a mental list of names of The Worst People (and by people I mean men) in Government and when any of those names drops dead/is assassinated, I’m having a kegger. Everyone is invited. The list is fairly long. I’ll have party hats and noisemakers too.
I am taking solace in planning how I am going to celebrate when he goes to prison, is impeached, and/or is assassinated. I am going to buy some Prosseco (my favorite bubbly) and have a huge fire dancing party in my back yard. I am working on a playlist of perfect songs now if you’d like to contribute any.
Resident of MN and self-appointed expert on winter coats, here. (I fucking hate the winter, I fucking hate the cold, why I live here is a mystery to me.) In my years in this wasteland, I’ve come up with a system that requires 2 coats, with one bonus coat. If you live anywhere that gets seriously cold/snowy in the…
You know who else didn’t want to be President? Bernie Sanders. Yet he ran anyway because a bird landed on his podium and he thought it was an omen, but he had birdseed in his pockets the whole time to feed the pigeons. Pigeons, man, who feeds fucking pigeons?
It is time to travel to a chai-based culture now. Duh.
She’s not wrong. I’m always feeling a primal instinct to nourish— myself. With cake.
I miss the Gwyneth Paltrow who was just an actress, palling around with Winona Ryder, dating Ben Affleck then marrying Chris Martin, scrounging around in her off hours in comfy clothes and no makeup, and not telling the rest of us how to live. This holier than thou, try-hard, who-me-perfect? Gwyneth is exhausting.
Ah yes, she’s struck a victory for women everywhere by banking on the idea that women will buy whatever flowery languaged snake oil that’s slung at them, often with a general ‘your body isn’t good enough’ vibe which is revolutionary on the new women first market!
In old timey days the had another phrase for “wellness.” It was “snake oil” and resulted in the same phenomenon as Gwynnie’s “wellness”: money disappearing from your wallet for useless and sometimes dangerous crap. Although snake oil usually had alcohol in it so that was better.
I want him standing atop a pile of ashes and skulls, clad only in a loincloth woven from his unworthy foe’s toupee.
I am really, REALLY hoping he’s got shit on McConnell and Ryan.
The Feds move like sloths, but their shit is always tight.
Mueller is going to have such a difficult job because of GOP obstructionism, but I am cheering for him like I have never cheered for anyone in my life. I want him to annihilate them.
I know this investigation is actually moving along very quickly; I need it to be faster though.
Feels good to be on this side of the evil laugh, don’t it?
Well then. I think he’s gotta to flip on Trumples lest he find himself mysteriously vanished by Putin’s witness-removal squad. I say bleed him dry for info, then try him for treason. Oh, and promise him a plea deal, break the promise, and laugh.
Aaaaand bingo: People who hashtag “grateful” are the exact type of people who would like a sorority.
Your anecdote and your Kinja handle are a perfect marriage.