You do when you live on the government’s dime, something the GOP loves to project on to The Poors and their “needs” for “assistance” in not freezing/starving to death.

THIS. Folks all busy reading him for filth for bailing on TX citizenry during a weather disaster....have totally forgotten to ream him for travelling during a pandemic.

Ha! I knew he was going to say that he was just accompanying them on the flight down, What a jagoff. So, to sum up:

My mom is on too many meds to drink, but she did ask me to go out and buy her a celebratory milkshake. She said today was even better than the day Ronald Reagan died.

I am holding out hope that the lawsuits filed by Dominion and Eric Coomer against will re-establish “the line”. Since Equal Time ended in 1987 conservative media content has been a constant barrage against the truth.

I don’t really speak to my father anymore. At one time, we were great friends. We didn’t have to agree on everything, but we could find common ground on a great many subjects.

Similar to what you say about your father, mine has also always been known for his intellect. He home schooled my half brother and half sister…

I used to work graveyard shift in a factory an hour from my apartment on rural roads. I would leave Rush on during the drive home to keep my angry enough to stay awake - as a result, I am intimately familiar with his predatory hucksterism.

I am similarly reminded of a different quote.  When Kenneth Lay, evil overlord of Enron, died, Henry Rollins quipped:  “Good.  Stay dead, motherfucker.”

He was dogshit, spoke dogshit, and made money off dogshit people. He repeatedly made fun of everyone not fat, white, and him. He routinely vocalized hate of everyone from Dems to Drug Users - until it was actually him and suddenly he wanted to be loved for ‘suffering from an affliction’ - that affliction being jamming…

My earliest memory of him is when he repeatedly bullied Chelsea Clinton - who was 12 or 13 at the time - by referring to her as the White House dog. More than once. 

Festering pimple on the ass of the universe and a framer for the assloads of horseshit we have to deal with on a daily basis.

Yah, my usual reply when someone of his ilk dies...

Folks on Twitter putting it better than I could.

In times like these I am always reminded of the famous Bette Davis quote on the passing of Joan Crawford:

Another empathetic stranger here. I was raised by abusive parents with severe narcissistic personality disorders, and to this day my relatives can’t understand why I’m estranged. My parents were THAT good at saving their atrocities for behind closed doors but pouring it on thick for everyone else. Even now they’re…

The last thing a victim of abuse needs is Jesus or any church.

“When you sing this next song, think about... when you were young,” Perry recommended. “There’s a sadness there. It’s like you lost your youth because you weren’t able to experience it on your own without all of this noise.”

JFC...just reading this story makes you feel soiled. Are there no sane adults in this kid’s life?

It was our first Valentine’s Day together, and also our first year living in Honolulu, so we weren’t yet jaded about the popular tourist traps. Since the day fell on a weekend, we decided we’d go to Hanauma Bay. We got in our swim suits, put our beach and snorkel gear in the car and drove east out of the city to…

My sweetest story is not from a girlfriend or a boyfriend, but rather just from a very kind man.