Nothing will convince me he is not Frank’s son. It’s not like a crazy, out of left field conspiracy. Mia and Frank were married. I mean, just look at the kid’s face!

Somehow I just know this is all Stanley Kubrick’s fault.

Bill Maher pulled that “white dude disenfranchisement” shit on his post election show and Ana Marie Cox was all “So you’re saying white men feel underrespented in politics...?”

True. Many of the SCROTUS-elect’s staff appointments do not require congressional approval. But as recent as Clinton, presidents have backed down on an appointment due to pressure from the public or on the hill. Not that there’s precedent for this current shit show.

I hope to see more politicians and leaders like de Blasio remain stringent when it comes to addressing Trump.

Asshole is their name, ignorance is their game.

My ‘Rise of the Femireich’ “jokes” are the warm blanket I cling to after a long day (see: life) of constant condescension and pussy grabbing.

Even with all of the recent live streams, it is strange to see all you bloggers live and in living color.

I have had folks make empty threats of violence (both online and directly to my face) by saying they would drive their car through protesters, name-call, USE ALL CAPS and I continue to politely (although sometimes with biting sarcasm) remind them what the first amendment says.

I don’t know. I’ll let you know when I start feeling stuff again.

Actually, I am currently off the sauce. I want to stay sharp. I need to keep my wits about me while schooling pro-Trump, anti-protesters on Facebook. It’s open season on fascists.

come correct!

My boyfriend and I have been lying motionlessly next to each other every night since Tuesday. Even though he is a good liberal dude who is doing his best to comfort me, I remember having the thought, “Someone better call Lysistrata.”

Someone should tell the horror movie makers!

That’s my reading of it. If you’re not a Satanist, why would you name your kid “Nevaeh”? If you flip a cross upside down it means some evil shit is about to go down. You taught me that, Christians. Pay attention.

So everything is still the worst? Cool cool.

Seeing that bag of rotting dicks next to Obama (in the White House no less) makes me physically ill.

They are a bunch of Aunt Tom’s if you ask me.

I feel sick. I can’t even look at this smug windbag...sitting in the white house...next to Obama...**vomits**

Take your time. Process your feelings. We will be here holding the line.