As if the pandemic is somehow not connected to Trump. Hilarious. So you’re cool with 200K + dead people so long as your 401 K performs?

I saw this and the outcome was exactly what I expected. Like...he called for this case and the evidence was bad before he brought truckloads more in against himself.

Won’t be long until new and long-dormant accounts come out to claim how Heard lied, judge is bought etc etc as his fans on twitter have been doing since 10am (when earlier they’d been celebrating what would be an easy win for him).

And chain himself to the wall, presumably.

They want to be able to call the election for Trump early in the evening. That puts the wheels in motion. If they can get FOX and some other media to call it, they can essentially claim it as fact. This may discourage people in the western time zones from voting once they hear that (why wait in line when my vote…

I understand and agree with scrutinizing and analyzing origins, especially in these times. This analysis though seems like a stretch- or a series of them. Sometimes people like stuff because it’s likeable. Crispy days, cool nights, comfy sweaters, caramel apples and technicolor trees are awesome.  Pumpkin spice…

Why are you acting like America is the only nation with fall celebrations? There have always been celebrations around the autumn harvest. The autumnal equinox is auspiciuos AF in pagan traditions. Thanksgiving does, indeed, have problematic roots, but America didn’t invent fall. Good grief.

The whole idea that FIRE has to be about more than just escaping a shitty career situation has always irked me a bit. I get that under ideal circumstances an early retirement would be one of a series of steps forward in life, and I think it is wise to caution against seeing early retirement as a panacea that will cure…

Hi friends. In years past, I have always submitted (late, sorry!) my story about getting lost in middle school, getting lost in the woods and accidentally finding myself in a Haunt, where Jason leaned, smoking, against a tree and helped my poor, young teacher find her way out of the (fake) haunt and back to our camp.

B…

No Running (in the Hall)

When I was a young girl my mother used to tell me these stories about a “shadow man” who at visited her at night when she was a kid. She said she’d often wake up with him standing next to her bed, or staring down at her. He was just a shadow in the shape of a man with no discernible features. She also tells me that…

Possible Shapeshifter

Take footage straight from the debate, don’t edit any of it, and there’s your closing campaign ad that should be blanketing the airwaves. How on earth someone as nakedly evil as McConnell is sailing to re-election in a year when he’s letting people in his state die and doing absolutely nothing about it is so…

Trump is a bumbling oaf of an evil fuck that can’t die soon enough.
But Moscow Mitch on the other hand is a far greater type of evil fuck who has orchestrated this death spiral for democracy over decades of sinister plotting.
Can’t even find words vile enough to accurately describe that rancid cunt. If he was dragged…

This is a story that doesn’t involve me, but it really does freak me out.

Dear partners of people who hear shit in houses: BELIEVE THEM.

My Uncle Billy was the black sheep of the family. He was my mother’s older brother, who joined the military in the early 1990s and saw combat in the first Gulf War, but he didn’t come entirely back. My mom said he suffered from post-traumatic stress disorder and something called gulf war syndrome. My father said he…

Creepy Footsteps

My grandfather had always been a fractious and difficult man. By all accounts when his four children were younger he was an abusive drunk and gambler who had harried his wife into an early grave. But years had passed and as he got older and the grandchildren started to arrive he got softer and could at times pass for…

My mom met Paula through the Pittsburgh Junior League in the mid-80s. They’d both moved to the area after getting married, and became fast friends.

Over the years, we went to many a summer cook-out at Paula’s lovely 1920s bungalow, where she lived with her husband and two young sons. But one gathering in particular,…