Trumpism didn’t come out of nowhere. It has been building for years.

GWB was a terrible President who was woefully inadequate for the times he faced. But I never considered him an evil man with bad intentions (those who worked for him, not so much.) And he did get a one thing very right: he never blamed Islam for 9/11, and in fact, went out of his way to do the opposite. Had a white…

We need allies from every end of the political spectrum right now so let’s just be glad Bush stepped away from his easel, where he’s very busy making outsider art, to speak up.

This is a remarkably self aware comment from W. Almost too self aware.

Not a fan of GWB by any means but I never expected him to try to completely dismantle the government and fuck large portions of the populace over.

I think I hate him less because I hate Trump so much. I don’t have enough malice to go around.

When W. is the voice of reason, things are quite fucked up.

Didn’t he go to Fordham? That’s hardly Ivy League.

THIS. How can he have gone through his entire privileged life without figuring out how good a properly cooked filet just lightly salted and peppered tastes? The ketchup part I can’t even deal with. My money’s on it being early-onset dementia. Has to be.

It is so bizarre.

OMG BRING BACK BEHIND CLOSED OVENS JEZ!!!!

Heh, this reminds me of Bill Bryson, who said his father responded to three flavors: salt, ketchup, and burnt. “He would have eaten an oven mitt if you put enough ketchup on it.”

Imagine a woman who found it an honor to be photographed with the president.

The thing that gets me is—if you like well done tortured steak and gold leaf everything, knock yourself out, but quit pretending it’s some peak of taste and elegance. It’s flashy and trashy and just BE flashy and trashy if that’s what you’re going to be.

Now I miss Pinkham and Behind Closed Ovens.

My guess is she still sitting in the shower, fully clothed, under the hottest running water she can stand, staring at the tiles and alternating between mumbling prayers and soundlessly sobbing.

Having spent 7 years working in a steakhouse, I can attest that there are exactly two kinds of adults who eat steak like this:

Right? RIGHT? What a profoundly weird thing to say to a stranger. BUT I KNOW WHO SHOULD GET THE HOSE THO

Who tells a stranger she has “nice skin?”

Ha! I FUCKING CALLED IT!