The top of my eight year old’s calendar (if she crossed it out, maybe she wouldn’t get in trouble?):

I hear by award you this star

there used to be no president for this sort of thing...

Rachel stays winning even though I watch her less than I used to. Definitely tuned into tonight, though.

Somewhere, John Boehner is sitting on a lawnmower and laugh-crying into his scotch.

Basically.

And ladders and shovels and dynamite and bolt cutters and welding torches and pick axes and rock hammers and Rita Hayworth posters and...

And Trump is Trashcan Man starting fires all over the damn place, and ultimately too crazy for Bannon to control.

I’ve just realized that Steve Bannon is Randall Flagg.

He was making acid wash jeans.

I think that we should on a daily basis not just one day a year but 365 days a year appreciate the contributions that women make in all of those categories so it’s not, it shouldn’t be a daily thing and it’s, hopefully we can help fix that all bit more.

“It’s a very strange phenomenon; we get along,” Trump said. “I don’t know if he’ll admit this, but he likes me. I like him.”

wypiprez™

Hands up if you almost threw your phone when you got the news alert that White People’s Prez (TM) was accusing President Obama of wiretapping. *hands up*

If your tyrannical reign depends largely on symbolic displays of power, then don’t piss off the people who are in charge of your symbols.

In quite possibly the most apt-metaphor since the physical manifestation of Man’s hubris struck an iceberg, the Statue of Liberty went dark just before midnight.

Hahaaa, I saw those poor wee snowflakes all stranded and invisible and ignored down there... what a scream. There’s one who’s posted the same thing 3 or 4 times, stamping his little hooves and basically howling “Pay attention to meeeee!! Y arnt u bitchez payin attenshun 2 meeeee??!!”

The grey-trolls are SO mad, y’all. It’s like next-level mansplaining. lol Go die in a fire.

God created Trump to help me purge my Facebook friends list.

“God” didn’t create Trump. A weird, distant father who wore 3-pc suits to the beach, doting mother, and wealth created this narcissistic monster.