You’re right, some of these faux-outraged, possibly self-authored e-mails are getting a bit schmitty.

Under our new Univision overlords, the thing being exclaimed ¡MUST BE BRACKETED AT THE BEGINNING!

Fortunately pro-Russian judges could get a second life as the judicial appointments of an increasingly implausible Trump Administration

That’s odd, lawyers specializing in family law are usually known as well-adjusted non-sociopaths from having to deal with upheaval and bitterness for 60-80 hours a week for most of their professional lives.

(goes back in time to slap Founders on giving each state two Senators, and I guess for punting on slavery, too)

There are actually 11 Ryan Lochtes, say the boys from Brazil.

I blocked all elements months ago, so I’m assuming it’s Janet Gaynor in a script co-authored by Dorothy Parker.

Still pissed Neil Diamond’s shitting the bed in the Jazz Singer remake will probably stop the Pharrell/John Witherspoon version from ever getting made.

At least he got get-well cards from his 208 nieces and nephews.

Me: More like Al BADasaro

I’m 43, what’s Jodi Watley up to these days

Good luck getting a coherent statement out of him.

It must be some weird accommodation so everything isn’t decided by pure raucous town hall meeting, just its simulacrum.

Vote Al Baldasaro: White America’s Uncle

Xenu waited in a volcano for like 39 trillion years, what’s a few years between seeing the child kidnapped to decorate your sham marriage.

Brazil is decades behind us, they’ve barely developed a George Dzundza and Michael Moriarty, much less a Jerry Orbach and Sam Waterston

“These idiots didn’t even speak Portuguese,” said the police captain, in Portuguese. “It was all a bunch of Germanic/French/Latin/Greek mash-up with weird tense rules and grammatical oddities.”

“He’s not like Dick Allen at all! He plays baseball the white way!”

This is what happens when you’re bought out by Univision, you think you’re a prueba de balas

He’s filled with something, and sorrow doesn’t have that pungent aroma.