Me, too and let me change your life for you:

Me the fuck too. It makes me angry enough to curse, sorry. Especially when I see some of the racist dumbasses who are out of the greys.

Me three. Like, actually depressed. Not like oh hah ha, let’s all laugh at what’s happening but an actual depression over hearing and watching people’s *positive* reactions to him. I never knew how many racist, ugly, dumb assholes were in our country until now.

Mine used to wake me up to tell me Satan was in our room and he had put a crown of thorns on her head and blood was running down her face, but she called out Jesus’ name three times and she got him to leave, good night.

So you heard me screaming that through my walls today, did you? Sorry about that. I’ll close the windows next time.

I just want to scream SHUT THE FUCK UP to people who aren’t sentient enough to speak logically about solutions like Fiorina. How do these talk show hosts remain calm? They should be shouting at her: YOU ARE NOT MAKING ANY SENSE! DO YOU EVEN HEAR YOURSELF?

And where do all these racist trolls come from when this kind of shit happens? Do they just lurk around on Jez waiting for this shit? I can’t even recognize the comments section, I keep checking to make sure I’m actually on Gawker/Jezebel.

The answer is always: no. No, you can not have even a moment of fucking peace.

Stroke. Check yourself.

It is a fantastic article.

Also: this should be filed under TEXAS, not cheerleading.

I told my daughters what my Mom told me: “We Mahler women don’t sit on the sidelines cheering for boys. We get out there and do it ourselves.”

I am so fucking sick of you, Texas!

I said something today to my husband that I never thought I’d say and I’m ashamed I said it: “I swear, I can’t take this anymore, it’d be so much easier to be a man! You don’t get hit like this!” It just hurts so much and it’s so shocking when a friend does it—wha?? We’re not competing!!!

This is where you are crazy wrong: they have imported organic thick, thick, thick, softer than clouds flannel sheets to die for. It makes it so hard to get out of bed in the morning, but that’s their only flaw.

Here’s the thing...at least you’re thinking about it! I’m in an area filled with women *in their late 40’s and early 50’s* who still act like teens and are fighting, fighting, fighting, the aging process with every breath in their body. Their kids are in high school, college and now...they’re competing against/with…

That poor young woman should MOVE THE FUCK AWAY AND NEVER LOOK BACK. I wonder if she can conceive of a world outside of this small town fuckery where not everyone is a COMPLETE FUCKING ASSHOLE? Because, if she is ever reading this: IT GETS BETTER, IT CAN ONLY GET BETTER FROM HERE!

I also think we need to point and laugh at the NRA: at the absolute absurdity of their arguments, their reasoning (or lack thereof) and their cowardice. We need to be subversive and deal with them head-on, fight with laughter and derision.

How about you come back to us when your child (or someone else you love with your whole being) is shot in cold blood on TV and the lawmakers in the very district where she was murdered do nothing and refuse to pass laws to stop this from happening. I surely don’t know how I would respond on my worst days.

Just tell your Mom that your friend Mahler read a study that shows porcelain off-gasses toxic chemicals that are very dangerous for little lungs to breathe in. IT’S SCIENCE, MA!