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Wow, this election just keeps on giving me heroes. Sure, Hillary and Barack and Michelle were sort of “givens”, but Trump’s utter awfulness just keeps churning them out.

God, please let Trump’s hubris overwhelm his legal team’s advice. Let him pursue these women in court after the election is over. Let him even be dumb enough to go after the NYT and People. Please God, please.

“This claim is preposterous and it never happened.”

Time to send the jurors dildos?

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

*Stunned silence intensifies*

I JUST LOVE THE DISMISS BUTTON! I can remove all of your painstakingly hateful posts and your links, charts and graphs in just one split second and one index finger.

Right, I was pointing out that she’s taking her cues from Republican men. Sorry, I wasn’t too clear on that. Heh.

Yes but she’s so funktioniert right now!!! Plus conservative cat fights are good for Schadenfreude.

*bangs gavel* I’ll allow it. I’m actually enjoying watching the Repukes devour each other on national television.

All the other universes are laughing at us right now.

This just reminds that I really wanna do acid. Probably not the right reaction.

Some days this election makes me wonder if I’ve inadvertently taken acid and I’ve just been on a bad trip for like a year.

Honestly, when I thought I couldn’t get angrier about this election.

I think he does believe it. He is a bona fide moron. And I’m not just saying that for ideological reasons. Irrespective of his political beliefs - even for the majority of his life when he was a Democrat - I just don’t think his brain works properly.

The CDC is rigged. Statisticians are part of the mathematical elite.

it’s like a distopian present

“Bless your heart” is often tonal and always contextual. Like... when my 2 y/o daughter says “Want cereal.” That might mean “I want cereal, please,” “I want cereal immediately,” “I don’t want cereal,” or “Get this fucking cereal out of my fucking face before I cut your bitchass.”

One of my jobs (and my favorite part) was to go through the crowd at concerts and pick out fans to give surprise backstage passes to, inviting them to a meet n greet. The chicks all in spandex (it was the 90s) with their makeup slathered on and their ten inch heels who didn’t even know the music and were obviously