We all know what her point is. She does not know what ANNA’s point is. “Focusing on the asshats that were violent or threatening detracts from [xxxxx]” is a facile and stupidly useless statement. You and your Fearless leader seem to want to pretend these unacceptable acts didn’t happen. Too bad — this is an…

I, a wife, laughed really loudly at this, so you accomplished something with your comment if not with the original dick pic.

Nothing in the article painted the Clinton campaign in any light at all. And it seems to have escaped your attention that Anna is a Bernie supporter.

I’m sorry, what an asshatted FAIL of a comment this is. The article is literally about the barrage of death threats and personal attacks on a state party chair, and you’re explicitly scolding Anna (a Bernie supporter) for covering that story? Because that is a legitimate story. Or maybe you think…

Our campaign has held giant rallies all across this country, including in high-crime areas, and there have been zero reports of violence.

Aw, shoot. Yeah, I saw your note to another commenter, I just had my fingers crossed that you did get around to it later.

Hey Albert, good sir. Now that we’re down to The Donald and two Dems whose names people actually know, I’m re-reading all of these in order, and it’s glorious. But am I missing something? Did you write one for Chris Christie? Because, your farewell ode to Governor Sandwiches is not something I would have wanted to…

Down here in Tampa, the most annoying unusual animal is the peacock. They waltz out into the intersection and stand in front of your car while you’re waiting for the light. Then when you honk at them because the light is green, they just open their tail feathers and yell at you and will not move.

My husband was just taken to a high-end sushi place by a colleague and instead of ubiquitous little green balls of paste, a chef came out with a big lumpy root and grated some off of it into a dish he made up for them. He (husband) was astounded at the difference.

I was once a guest in the home of a chef who really obsessed over his ingredients. I’ll never forget the dessert, which was ice cream drizzled with a particular balsamic vinegar, which was indeed syrup-y. It was AMAZING.

She is deeply awful, but I want that blouse.

All the this. Blythe is effortless. Her name is perfect.

Well, you might want to google “Radiohead’s Decade-Spanning Secret Album”, but for my money it can’t hold a candle in pretentiousness to FL.

Seriously. Every time I sigh over living in Florida, I can console myself: at least I have Publix.

Learning for people who are no longer full-time students but want to add new skills at their own pace.

Me, me! Oh wait, that was just the guy who buffs the floors, looking for the power outlet. Carry on.

There are tons of us, and we do vote, and get out the vote, and speak up. But we can only confront. We can’t stop crazy from being crazy.

“I aways keep asking what is the specific age that I was born, and she has told me that I was born at the age of 11.”

If I could have gone to Bruce Lee Elementary School, I’d be a better adult today.

And he’s funny and self-deprecating, too. Guys who can do what he can do are prone to take themselves a LOT more seriously.