I’ve been having physical symptoms from this shit.

Between the weekly killings of unarmed African Americans and Trump gaining in the polls, it’s getting difficult to stay even-tempered day to day. I feel enraged often but manage to calm myself or squelch it. Our country fucking sucks right now.

You should consider moving to Walnut Creek. You’d like it.

It’s a mess. People in Oakland are organized. They’re on it. There is a group called the Anti Police Terror Project that is doing amazing stuff-

I don’t even know what I would begin to plug into google to end up with this gif. Bravo.

I fucking hate this man.

It amazes me that the polls change at all. I really don’t understand how anyone can be undecided at this point. Who are the undecideds? Are they people who only watch cat videos 18 hours a day? People who live under bridges? People who start drinking cheap whisky at 7 a.m.? People who don’t watch the news because they…

I have spent most of the last two days wanting to throw up. Like complete and utter fear of what this means to my future.

I love undersharing. I wish it was the norm.

Genuinely happy to know that I have built a life, tough as it is sometimes, that standing outside the houses of children of politicians I disagree with and lamely heckling them isn't even a consideration.

This is still funny

I’m so sorry. It’s a sad thing to lose a family member like that.

This is hours after the attack . . . hours. He tosses out the fact that his building is now the tallest so casually & flippantly. What a fucking sociopath.

Call me when she vomits on a Prime Minister.

Which is a thing that has happened and the world survived. G.H.W. Bush puked on the Japanese prime minister in Japan.

I would like to take a moment to pay tribute to my father, Marine Corp Colonel Samuel Tillett for his courageous and near fatal actions, attempting to save as many lives as possible 15 years ago today in his position as head of security at The Pentagon. When the plane hit my father was not but a hundred feet from the…

Yeah; native to the Bay Area, and I only learned that Angelenos place a definite article in front of the number thanks to Tori Amos’ A Sorta Fairytale.

...the 580? I think they say that in LA, but I’ve never heard that here.

Is everyone on the East Coast a native Russian speaker or what? Always dropping the article. It’s THE East Bay and we drive on THE 580.