Y’all are playing checkers, President Trump is playing chess! With unlabeled water bottles! It’s... A pointless game, with no real rules, and no clear endgame.

I mean, I’ve heard people defend this and say “well, Russia’s not our formal enemy!”, but we gave the Rosenbergs the chair. So, I don’t really have a problem with this.

Hey, don’t knock D.A.R.E! That’s how I learned there was no problem with Marijuana.

Are you discussing your son, or your line of repackaged steaks?

Wow, he was a lot more coherent, and could think on his feet, two years ago. Even the repetition (‘China is killing us, Mexico is killing us...’) seems like a rhetorical device, not evidence of neurological decline.

We can do that for you! And will!

That’s a whole new level of ‘Is it a sandwich?’

I’m mostly concerned with the “or something”. Like floating boner, that’s a solid idea! What’s number two? Zero gravity?

You weren’t invited to the fourth floor? SMH

God, did I laugh when they took that contract.

I’m really glad that I have a life with enough meaning and variety that I am not this petty.

I certainly hope so.

You know, my objection wasn’t to her having the wisdom of Athena, it was the dressing up of Cuneiform and Arabic as “Sumerian and Ottoman” to make it seem like an impossible task (Turkish uses Latin letters these days). But I did a little wikipedia-ing, and it wasn’t until the fall of the Ottoman empire that they…

Wait, she was made pre-programmed with languages that didn’t exist yet? Ok, I’m just gonna fall back on “there’re some things I have to just not think too hard about to enjoy this movie, but then I really do enjoy it.

Alright, fair enough. Good note.

Was it explained that way? I got the impression she just had a long time to study.

I have some problems with the film. Mainly that they would talk up some big giant obstacle, and the moment that the necessary emotional beat gets hit, the obstacle is easy/peasy or removed. Like ‘oh shit, a German Destroyer and eight rowboats of men are coming! — battle battle battle — mentor figure dies — all the…

Ok, but I’m a foreign agent, and this wildly insecure club is a freaking gold mine, but also I like to golf on well tended grass.

Ok, here’s my legal question. Obviously, there has to be some mechanism by which I cannot siddle up to someone and say “gee, you kill people for a living? I’d make a couple million if my wife was dead. Can you hold this bag of 20k in unmarked bills while I go to the bathroom?” But what if I just call up the mob boss…