I voted for this one.

Goddamnit, Alexa! I said dog-faced human muzzles. This fucking party ain’t going to plan itself.

I was miffed about Havarti.

Bingo.

I think Ivanka is one of the ex-wives. I think she drank the vodka and got her face all cat at the doctor’s. But maybe being married to a stable genius will do that to you.

When one is denied a platform, and it would be appear that is what is being done to Warren, some people, less interested people, may not get a chance to hear about what you’re selling.

Impressive! I can barely manage a limerick. And I once stayed at a Holiday Inn Express in Nantucket.

What? I’m glad the DNC has decided it’s Uncle Joe’s turn. The last time they did that sort of thing, it didn’t work out for most everyone, but I’m sure they know what they’re doing this time.

Shakespeare knew what was up.

It’s hard not to feel like the DNC is pulling a Bernie.

Fast food vacuum?

You took something amusing and beat it to death. Slowly.

I’ve never watched the show with Red Forman, though I don’t mind the friendly nods. But Friday... I saw that in the theater.

I saw something on the news last night about Southern Baptist leaders ignoring requests to look into molestation charges more thoroughly. A young woman said that she was Southern Baptist, raised Southern Baptist, didn’t understand why her questions and reasonable requests were falling on deaf ears, etc.

The journey of a thousand miles begins with putting one’s foot in somebody’s ass.

First, they came for Jay...

Is “he” the person in the picture?  Because, as my commented noted, the person in the photograph is unidentified.

That tweet. The grammar. The grammar! It hurts us, Precious.

That’s cool, actually.

It would be nice if the person in the photo was identified. Because if he’s the gun nut, the Batman tie goes from weird to mean-spirited.