I vote for Christie’s takedown of Rubio.

Trump is; you just can’t see his show of hands.

“Christ, what an asshole!”

Sounds like Carpenter’s wife wants to see Sherman tangled up in blue balls.

Take it to Jezebel with that sports talk.

Yeah, sorry. I didn’t take the time to pick a good one, so if you are so inclined, you could search out a better episode for sure.

In my perfect world, Jennifer Aniston makes the kid decision for everyone.

Women in the public eye never lose weight “by accident.”

So you’re all spirit cookers, huh?

DON’T TAXI ON ME

We have a Weiner!

Two things: (1) suits were cut bigger in the 1980s circa Wall Street, which is where Donald and his sons take their fashion cues; and (2) he thinks it hides his gathering mass over the years.

Decades of impotent rage, violence, fear and injustice has soaked into that land.

That’s not really a counterpoint, if the Trump Trade is to short the S&P and buy gold.

Baldwin bonds. You heard it here first.

Yes, pretty much every college had these back in the day, but extra points for finding any excuse to not-so-subtly drop the fact that you went to Harvard.

Election day after Hurricane Katrina, I found myself wandering around a largely deserted area of lower Manhattan, and a guy from the Daily Show asked me if I’d voted. I said, “Not yet,” but he gave me an “I VOTED AND I’M KIND OF INSANE” sticker anyway. I still have it on my Kindle. I did vote later in the day (but…

Jeb: low tar, low nicotine, low energy.