Birds of prey of a feather.

Alternatively, it nets you a sponsorship deal with Lucasfilm to promote The Force Awakens, which it did for Subway. Just one more reason I hate that fucking movie.

Agreed. Our bosses catered a recent office party with Subway “food.” They just stared at me vacantly when I tried to explain that I wouldn’t partake because Subway is pro-child-rape. People just don’t give a damn.

If I may add, expecting any semblance of actual journalism from paid and shameless shills like Lauer is like peering up a hog’s ass, hoping to find a ham sandwich.

Yeah, that is not an easy show to watch altogether, especially that scene.

As an older person, I’ve been unclear what “the kids” mean when they call a person “thirsty.” James Corden in general, and this incident in particular, have helped enormously to clarify the connotation.

Facts.

I recently watched her work in “Thirteen Reasons Why;” now I’m doubly impressed. You wouldn’t think such a real-life bad-ass could play such a damaged person convincingly.

I think the answer is “Yes, plus money.” I fear most of us are just one million dollars away from our own personal Thunderdome. Now, imagine having tens of millions of dollars, and a small cadre of people constantly telling you how awesome and special you are.

“WHY DO GUYS STICK THEIR DICKS IN THINGS THAT AREN’T SUPPOSED TO BE STUCK.”

I’m a middle-aged, lower-middle-class Caucasian male, and I approve this message.

The media of the world are friend to no one. Loyal to no one. Accountable to no one.

Until 2020. Unless he finally snorts one rail too many, and his heart blows apart like the worst pinata* ever. My money remains on auto-erotic asphyxiation, though; to comfort myself, I picture mortified (yet relieved) Secret Service agents finding him in the Lincoln Bedroom: one of his cheap Chinese-produced ties…

Dammit; I had “dysentery” in the dead pool. That was a good use of twenty bucks.

Perhaps, in a Wizard of Oz sense.

I spent all of 2016, it feels like, saying something very much like this. Nobody listened. The entirety of his ethos is “Donald Trump is awesome, everyone else sucks.” He’s not some secret, Pimpernellian genius, gaming the system from within; he’s no Gumpish savant bumbling into history. He’s a failed fucking meat…

It never fails to royally piss me off, when Rand Paul passes for the voice of reason in any situation. This, of course, means the situation has spiraled so far out of control, even the Hubble couldn’t spot it.

I’m just going to say it: I’m appalled that Tracy Smith was chosen to be our country’s 2017 Poet Laureate, when the honor clearly should have been yours.

It seems so obvious to me... the Confederacy of Dunces.