I don't think so. At least in theory, the money goes to support the campaign. If the campaign's paid staffers and pollsters come to the conclusion that this is a lost cause and it's time to shut things down, they've still done their jobs.

He did still manage to get a Supreme Court justice nominated and confirmed. I'll take a little less productivity, thanks.

Fractured Fairytales can buy many Mr. Peabody and Shermans.

My mother still holds a grudge against my pre-K classroom's rabbit for chewing on her raincoat.

I continue to marvel at this guy's Communicator of the Year award.

Because in your heart, you know you were destined for the stage?

I thought he was just copying Putin.

I don't mind the others so much, but the whole point of Black Bolt is that you don't really want him to show up and express what he's feeling.

There's probably one whose name translates to that in his language.

Why don't we revive zeppelins while we're at it?

As if we needed further proof that mixing animals and Australia produces terrifying things.

I think what bugs me about the "doggo" stuff is that it's not abbreviation. It's taking something as simple as it gets and adding extra frills because…I dunno, because it can, I guess.

I love cats, but I have no doubt they'd try to eat me if they could. Hell, sometimes they try anyway. "Love nip," my ass.

And then there's Neil Gaiman's version, where she's a vampire or lich or something along those lines, and the prince is a necrophiliac.

Or more religious.

Now that I think about it, how the hell did Tolkien respond to Lewis's running gag about Trumpkin's hearing loss? A detailed written critique, or a disappointed stare?

No, they just sit on those.

Beats the hell out of more multicolored alleged foodstuffs.

Apparently Tolkien doesn't like that new-fangled jazz nonsense, either.

The Morgoth, the Merry-er.