Give your friend the gift of therapy or acting lessons to improve the drama.

After looking at the photo of the sad sacks gathered at the White House one thing stands out immediately.

If Taylor Swift falls in the shower and breaks her neck will her final screams be autotuned?

Maybe Trump could find a place for Huma as Secretary of Stupidity.

All you people who are looking for a place to move make sure the state has nice play pens, free adult nappies, pacifiers in the shape of Hillary’s nipples, and purple sippy cups.

From the photo it appears that a day-care is not properly coddling their infants by letting them out at night to play in the streets.

Extreme permissive parenting has led in part to the infantile behavior of the current group of sad sacks protesting not getting their candy, their hilarious baby tantrums, and utter incapacity to face any hardships in life.

I think you’ve mistaken having your crotch grabbed for having crabs in your pants.

Another “Liar for Hillary.” Since Huma has crossed over into crazy-land sounds like this girl could replace her.

How dare you use civility and common sense.

In my experience with this site, when you say “troll” you mean anyone who has a opinion on this that is different from your own. Even if they are being civil, respectful and calm. People lie from time to time, for various reasons. Men can lie, women can lie, Christians can lie and Muslims can lie too. There are many…

Hillary lost because she was Hillary, perhaps the most deceitful person in Washington except when Bill is there.

I love Hillary, I voted for her without reservations, I cried when she lost.

I had a dream that childish twits, dramatically disturbed that they didn’t get their way, wailed in mass hysteria, adopted safety pins as their talisman to hold up their shitty drawers, and made sucking their thumbs their new pastime.

The work of white men building new worlds based on their craziest dreams continues

Let’s generalize about an entire group of people, there’s no problem with that

While walking my dog tonight she took a big ol’ Hillary near the fence-line. After checking for Lena Dunham dingleberries (there were none but you never know where a diseased Dunham dingleberry might appear) my dogcaught a whiff of a dead Weiner or maybe it Bill’s bullshit breath. Since there were no children or…

I have never observed such infantile behavior from any group of people than this continual whine from fantasyland douchebags.

“One might say that the election results have grabbed my pussy by the pussy and sewn it shut.”

Will all those weeping ninnys who have committed suicide from Trump’s election please raise your hands?