He shot a 38 under, man. Don’t dis Dear Leader like that...

Tough walking 3 feet from the cart to your ball. Dude brings cart on the greens.

“He has an athletic swing.” Come on, man.

I’m surprised he can play so well, considering those debilitating bone spurs in his heel (which one? He can’t remember!) that kept him out of Vietnam.

Didn’t Kim Jong Il shoot an 18 on 18 holes once? Our tyrant can’t even finish under par! Sad!

why does graham feel like now is an appropriate time to talk about a guy shooting 73 or 74? don’t politicize this!

“He goes down and gets it.”

Lindsey Graham tweets some unnecessarily (and bizarrely specific) flattering bullshit about a guy who treats him and his entire party like trash. Isn’t that what the MAGAs would consider the very definition of a cuck? Or, am I doing this wrong?

So just like his dipshit son lies about crossfit, his dipshit dad lies about golf.

I feel similarly. A caring, involved God would not let us screw up the entire world so thoroughly and completely.

I’m right there with you. I had been struggling with whether my faith meant anything for a few years, but watching Christians line up behind this clown I just couldn’t do it anymore.

This past election, and the constant onslaught of horrid news have completely undone what little foundation of faith in a higher power I had left. I was already disalussioned with the Church as an entity and religion in general before we got stuck with this mess. Now I am perfectly comfortable wishing the most…

Noooo no no no no. Do not wish for Rumpy Dump to be assassinated. He’ll be a martyr to the psycho rightists out there, plus we’ll be subjected to having to hear about him fucking constantly in the form of fawning documentaries about the “tragedy” of his assassination.

This reminds me so much of the bullshit that went on in Iraq during G.W.’s regime. If you protested the war you were supporting the terrorists and “insulting our troops”, but the fucking administration (and their Republican allies) were perfectly fine sending our boys out with shitty body armor and unarmored vehicles…

I commute to Boston and NPR used to be my self soothing technique for the eternal hell that drive is. Now I drive in silence till my thought start to haunt me. Audio books it is!

i think the Blind Squirel fits better but yeah...

you know the old saying about a broken clock...

Everyday with this cancerous tool as our president is just a real fucking treat. As in I treat my liver to more booze. As in I treat the interior of my car as a padded cell to scream into as I drive home listening to NPR.

No doubt he’ll see this as a snub and hopefully not turn up at all

“I hate everyone in the White House! There are a few exceptions, but I hate them!”