Even the “best” are nothing to brag about. Quality control needs some quality control.

You’re the reason Trump gets reelected. Liberals always take it too far. It’s just a goddamn comedy. Not everything has to be a social justice platform.

Finally, a Trump I can appreciate.

Welcome to the world of no longer owning anything you buy. We’re all just subscribers to our stuff.

The true tragedy of this story is that the pastor didn’t send those racist motherfuckers straight to hell.

“I really hope you’re taking our advice to not inject bleach”

And there it is. The left can’t go far enough, can’t be extreme enough... This is why we have Trump. Give his supporters even more reasons to vote in November. So, go ahead and remover the words “white” and “black” from the dictionary, then get ready for four more years of a white nationalist president. You asked for…

I replied to this article several years ago, but it’s still pending approval. It’s the opposite of the speed of light. “Pending approval” is the slowest moving thing in the universe.

Give me a bunch of traffic cops and let me drive across every white line; I could do that too. Big fucking deal.

He certainly wasn’t Martin Luther King, Jr. Heck, he might not have even been a good neighbor, but he was still wrongfully murdered by a cop.

I wonder how many times he robbed a pregnant woman?

“Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses”

What’s really nice about the Changli, it doubles as a coffin after you die in it (which you most certainly will).

“Brush your shrimp with a little mayo.”

Not all police forces are created equal. Some communities have excellent forces, filled with a representative sample from that community. They serve and protect, as their mission dictates. They are members of that community and the community supports them.

“Where did all these anti-racist white people come from?”

I’ll say it however I want to say it. Fucking Left. You’re just as bad as the fucking Right. Stop telling us who can say it, how we can say it, when we can say it... You’re every bit as flawed as every one else. You do you. I’ll do me.

I prefer to die in a real car.

It’s an article.

I live in Texas, alone in an apartment. I’m already doing the experiment. Email me for my address (where to send the check).