Good. The more the consumers are upset the less likely they are to go places until things change. They’ve removed seats, luxuries and more, all while slapping customers in the face with the draconian rules they have.

Nothing can fix this but Mexican food.

Just like when my son was 2 years old.

For people unfamiliar with how John Lewis spent his legit heroic youth, literally out here in these streets fighting bigotry and racism and putting his life on the line for the greater good, I cannot recommend enough his graphic novel, March. It’s three volumes and is amazing. It’s also great to give adolescents and…

Honk the horn of a semi truck?

I know it’s puppy day but some of us have both. John & his cats

1. WTH is Glixel?

To bring this little piece of news even closer to home, how about we all share our sober birthday? I know there’s many of us here that are recovering addicts.

Most recent text from the youngest daughter, a NYC resident: “Bodega strike in protest of Trump’s Muslim ban. I’m starving to death. I fucking love this city.” (Note: there was zero sarcasm intended. She does grab something from that bodega every day, and she loves the fact that they’re striking.)

HOW DARE PUTIN CLAIM HIS HOOKERS ARE BETTER THAN AMERICA’S. THIS IS A DECLARATION OF WHORE.

For Mississippi, the day after Trump’s inauguration will be January 21, 2017.

How coincidental, Triple H will be our bond rating after the Trump Presidency.

Srsly. I don’t get the appeal at all. Maybe it’s fun to watch plastic chicks twerk in front of plastic dudes while playing plastic music for SOME people, but I ain’t one of ‘em.

Watching this episode of Good Times as a black girl in the 70s blew my mind. The thought that Jesus might not have been a white man was frightening and revelatory at the same time.

You know who else has a nasty tone, DT?

I’ve literally lost my annoyance for anyone that voted for Hillary. That co-worker I think is kind of an asshole but posted an article about how we can’t normalize Trump? We’re cool. That roommate my boyfriend had who used his OCD as an excuse to be a terrible person (bro, I get that you need to throw away anything…

With a Ku-Klux muu-muu/

This isn’t my story, personally, but it’s one that has kicked around my family for so long that it definitely feels like it’s mine. It’s been told and re-told, but I do think that the central details are very solid.

Okay, so this may not be the scariest story ever, and none of you will ever see it because I’m as gray as they come, but it is 100% true and you can make of it what you will.

My father grew up in Florida. His mother died when he was a teenager of lung cancer and in the fullness of time his father was remarried to the woman I would know as my grandmother.

She entered the marriage with a house that had been passed down to her in the middle of an old-growth orange grove. It was a classic old…