So fucking relevant.

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That’s how it goes
Everybody knows

Not to be all #notallmillenials, but all of my peers who have spoken out against trump today were just as against him prior to the election, and just as enthusiastic about voting for Hillary. Including the most die-hard Bernie people I know. I can’t speak for the whole country, but yeah, we were fighting right along…

I’ve already posted this elsewhere, but here it goes again, with updated numbers, because it will never be too much:

I would have been 8/9 when she was nominated for the job and maybe 16 when Bill’s term ended so I wouldn’t have been particularly engaged with what was happening in the world (I was a teenager, and one not living in America so yeah definitely unengaged in US politics among many things).

Slapping Donald Jr. certainly raised Trump’s stature in my book.

Do you really thing Deep Blue Something unified the world?

It’s a profound statement, something Dylan himself would possibly do. Simply declare something great, prepare to qualify the statement, then

Oh, I adore Leonard Cohen. He’s second only to... Dylan ;)

I get it, this raspy-voiced, somewhat curmudgeony, old white dude isn’t popular around these parts but I’m not ashamed to admit I absolutely love him and have since I first heard him as a kid. My parents were of that era and had pretty great taste in music but Dylan was a glaring omission in their collection so it…

Well done.

Its more likely she couldn’t read the memo.

She didn’t get memo.

He is not exhibited in the museum, and the only mention of him in the entire museum is made in reference to Anita Hill.

How about a man less powerful, a man equally powerful, oh, and sure, a man more powerful.

Raise your hand if a man more powerful than you has groped you.

So, just so we are clear here is a quick summary of Tammy Duckworth’s life:

It’s called a Cleland Steamer

ETA: oh I see what you did there now.

Did you eat the orange acid?