“Billy boy! Talk to me baby!”
This is the perfect setting for Melania’s holiday distribution of poisoned apples to ethnic children.
I’m remembering what John McCain said about their engagement (to them, on Morning Joe):
He was such a promising young man. Sad!
And y’know what Blutah’s gonna be full of? Mormocrats! Get it? Eh? Mormocrats!
No, that one’s from Shakespeare. It’s what Caesar says to his wife Calpurnia, shortly before he gets stabbed in the rotunda — a very painful place to get stabbed.
“ ... they grow so big that they are likely to suffer from a variety of health problems that put their lifespan at less than a year.”
Hmmm, let’s see ...
Worse than being eternally consigned to the grays?
Reminds me of a Gawker comment from 2016: “Whatever the outcome, this election will be one for the history books. Of course, if Trump wins, those books will be written on pieces of bark, by firelight.”
Agreed. And I suspect that some anonymous Trump insiders just make stuff up to be vindictive and to undermine the Trump administration from within — because that’s what I’d do, if I were them. And while the anonymous dirt-dishing can be “fun” (in a depressing, horrifying way), it really pales next to what comes…
Relatedly:
Roscoe is ready to cast his second vote.
Red pandas are reality! Or a part of reality, anyway — the adorable, happymaking, non-sickening part.
Ed: Ah, Sade!
I want genetically modified mosquitos that will clean my bathroom.