Most of those chucklefucks aren’t even really undecided. They just like being fawned over.

I’d like to take this opportunity to remind everyone of the year when President Obama met Lil’ Pope...

This is the real impeachment. (gives me hope)

He is the swamp.

Yeah I couldn’t find any reliable sources verifying an iron cross tattoo.

Wowwww. This is horrendous. I was wondering WTF was going on this morning when some horrible asshole was badmouthing baseball fans for booing the president at the game, saying that some “slut” had resigned this morning. It’s definitely inappropriate to have this type of relationship with your staffer, but the smear…

So friends, I was there. I booed. We were all ready for it. Woman in front of me had an “IMPEACH 45" shirt on, another man had a shirt that said “End Windmill Cancer.” Around the 4th inning of every Nats game, they do a salute to troops who are attending the game, they roll the camera to the service men and women, and…

YES! It was like a DJ was hitting the fader on the cheer track, it was fucking hilarious!

What I liked best about the booing is how quick it started and how loud it was—the announcer hadn’t even gotten to the J in “president donald j trump” before the boos started. Less than two seconds after his face appeared on the screen. And it didn’t let up until the booth cut back to the vets.

Fucking Moleman, I knew he was a Trumper

My favorite was the clip where the crowd cheers the troops, boos the president and then cheers someone else over the course of about 30 seconds.

This was like eating a whole sheetcake with extra frosting.

Seriously

As Chris Rock said “there are black people who aren’t even born yet who won’t vote for him.”

I realize that Trump is the poster boy for the Dunning Kruger Effect, so yes, he probably did think that he would get a rousing ovation - hell, he probably thought the bullpen was going to call and ask him to come pitchy a couple innings - but is everyone else around him so brainwashed they honestly weren’t expecting…

This brings me joy.

I watched Arlen Parsa’s video about twenty times in a row last night. It felt good.

I was just shaking my head over this story on my FB News Feed. Instagram culture has gotten way out of hand. And I would never in a million years think “Hey, what’s a good way to announce whether I’m having a boy or a girl? I know! We’ll shoot off explosives!”

Same with baby showers, bachelor and bachelorette parties, quince años, sweet sixteens, etc., etc., all pointless.

My gender reveal party in 1998: Ultrasound, which my mother crashed because she worked at the hospital and hacked my records to find out when I was having it. She’s in the room (no, that was not a hill I was ready to die on), the ultrasound girl does her business, asks if we want to find out (we do). It’s a boy!