I don’t think that’ll happen as he probably won’t be allowed out for visits while in prison

And after 45 is gone, Melania will bail to be with a Middle Eastern billionaire. She’ll stay far away from any state events. 

Yeah Melania got a slight nod of acknowledgement, but nothing for Trumpster. Staring straight ahead. Love it.

Trump will never go to these state events when he’s no longer president. He’d rather be golfing.

Piss? and Dementia.

I’m no Bush fan, not by a long shot, but two delightful observations: Historian Jon Meacham’s entire eulogy (GHWBush requested Meacham give the eulogy, and clearly entrusted him with this specific wordsmithing) was carefully crafted to shade Trump in every sentence. Never mentioning Trump by name, every word referred…

If there was a Sears catalogue of sexual predators, it would look like a lineup of members of the Trump administration and their bootlicker pundits on TV.

It’s always the really ugly sad-sacks that are desperate enough to ignore consent.

So... of course we all realize that 100% of these prepuce fromagers are sitting in front of their computers, panting and beating it to pirated vids of exactly the same women that they are reporting?

“a broken sexual marketplace that is rigged in the favor of females.”

BART has the same rules, I support those rules, but they aren’t enforced. Also, I used to take the DC Metro decades ago, definitely saw drinks and food. I personally drank a good part of a bottle of gin on it, on the way to Clinton’s second inauguration. 

Parmesan cheese on the train. Great.

seriously, this is like every public transit pet peeve of mine rolled up into one package. Eating on the train? Loudly screaming/woo-hoo-ing? Littering your piñata confetti and silly string all over? Like, you’re not the only person on the planet and this shit is not cute, it’s hella inconsiderate.

spontaneous my ass.

I don’t want this stupid birthday party on my commute. Nope. And I don’t want the Showtime dancers either. I want an uneventful ride where I sit quietly with my headphones. I never want to be smacked in the face by a flying Showtime foot, but I ESPECIALLY don’t want to smell your train lobster. Beat it, all of you.

People from other cities make fun of the rules on the DC Metro that prohibit food and drinks.  Imagine, though, if the above described party ended with a group of transit police officers handcuffing and frog marching the birthday girl and her friends off the train.  Come on, admit it.  You’d have cheered for the cops.

I may be in a mood, but I hate these people and if I had been in the subway car I would’ve literally wanted to murder them.

This smacks of forced fun. But I hated my lunch so I'm out of sorts.

I’m convinced that the Star Trek transporter (once invented) will be one of the biggest safety features a woman could ever have.

Let’s pour one out for State Rep. Dr. Betty Price (R-Georgia Suburbs), the wife of former US Rep and former Sec. of HHS Dr. Tom Price*, who asked last year “about the legality of quarantining HIV patients to stop the spread of the virus that causes AIDS.” She lost her seat to a Democratic woman. BYE, BITCH.