Dude, who cares. Decency has no meaning anymore, and certain people are going to hate our guts no matter what we do.

Yeah, just a few weeks ago, wasn't he catching flack for spending his retirement getting tanned in Bora Bora, like some pampered decadent elite?

Translation: "When I hear the word culture…I reach for Robert Browning!"

Kathy Griffin and Julius Caesar, duh.

You needn't speak to me as if I was a political action committee. I'm only one person, a private citizen, and I shall govern my tongue as I see fit.

You know what? I mean them no physical harm, but if they want to be scared of me, that's on them. I really couldn't care less, because I'm not afraid of dying. In the face of what passes for political rhetoric these days, I'm not altering my speech one bit.

"There’s no way any of us can excuse what the president did yesterday. When you have the world watching … a week, two weeks of anticipation of what the United States is gonna do. For him to walk out —I’m not trying to be trivial here— in a light suit, light tan suit, saying that first he wants to talk about what most…

Think that's depressing? You want to see what the right wing really thinks of Americans who hate what our country has turned into?

I see, so Trump embodies those "Middle American Values" I've always heard tell about?

Funny you should mention that—France WAS hit by several terrorist attacks, and they had the opportunity to elect a far-right xenophobic blowhard. And they didn't.

Hey, remember when President Obama said that the stupid cops who arrested an innocent man in his own home "acted stupidly"…and was practically forced to apologize to the COP over beers in the White House Rose Garden?

Why? They retracted the story. THEY did their job. If you think a 100% record for reporting the unvarnished truth is possible, it isn't. But they did the right thing, and yes, that's commendable.

Because if Donald J Trump said something that proved to be unverifiable, poorly researched, or genuinely untrue—involving a birth certificate, for example—God knows he would issue a retraction and an apology immediately, instead of stubbornly repeating the untruth over and over and over again to anyone who would…

Um…we can cuddle for awhile if you want? I dunno.

Somewhere in California, a 101-year-old Beverly Cleary checks another name off a list and chuckles to herself.

Off-topic: how many fingers are you down to?

I assume these guys are the mortal enemies of the Order of Odd Fellows.

Did he utter any cool catchprases as he was doing it?

Not to brag or anything, but I tend to have dreams that are often ridiculously complex, often involving entire (imaginary) cities and a cast of thousands. I almost never remember them for very long, and I doubt anyone would find them as interesting as I do…

So…how is everyone reconciling themselves with the fact that next week is the Fourth of July, i.e America's birthday party?