No point calling mine. Hi, Missouri! Here’s all my middle fingers. All of them. And I’ll conscript some middle fingers for you especially, Rep Moon. You’re not my rep, and you don’t know me, but I haaaaaaaate you.

When the rising prices of steel closed a nail factory on his campaign trail, did Hawley blame trade tariffs? No. He said it was because a woman was the manager. Hawley a shit.

That means my mother’s a serial killer for her baker’s dozen of miscarriages and stillbirths. Fantastic. 

White Missourian - sounds right. 

My senator, that shithead Hawley, won an Academy Award for Best Supporting Actor today when he feigned indignation and outrage so hard he needed a swooning couch.

UGH.

I wish this wasn’t typical Missouri, but it’s pretty typical Missouri. 

Thank you for covering this. The only place I’ve seen it mentioned is Twitter, and that only by chance. 

Be fair - the real news would be if there was a navy ship where there weren’t cameras in the women’s bathrooms.

On this topic, I’ve been getting a disturbing number of abortion reversal ads from a “pregnancy center” while browsing about. This is rather funny to me, a virgin, but I don’t like that these yahoos are advertising. 

I got the mother of all plane diversion stories. So, we were flying back from Australia, which is already 17 hours, when between Honolulu and LA a passenger has a heart attack. We’re 3 hours from Honolulu, and 3.5 from LA, so the plane has to go to Honolulu. We land, the person’s alive and talking, if rather unhappy…

GOD YES. No one needs your music, Karen!

I’m brutally honest about my vacations. Like the time I threw a temper tantrum on the beach when an older couple settled upwind of me and started chainsmoking blunts. Nothing like a refreshing ocean breeze mixed with skunk. For HOURS.

Close! I finally found what I was thinking of - the philosophical sublime. The (euphorical?) comprehension of something so vast it destroys the ego.

There’s a word I’ve been trying to remember. It’s basically “a feeling of exhilarating insignificance”, and the way I heard it was as a description of a primal terror when you look too deep into the night sky and remember how small and fleeting your existence is.

Yeah, great, let’s “hold my beer” McConnell. No way that won’t go wrong.

It’s weird, tacky and I LOVE IT. That rich old lady is living her best life and all the rest of them are just jealous she’s retained her soul. 

I am so glad my 80-yr-old Mom’s naturally paranoid. She always assumes everyone’s lying and out to take advantage of her, which has happened often enough that it’s proper paranoia.

I’ve listened to/seen so much JCS that I get confused when I see a Jesus that isn’t a drama queen...