Y’know what? Today was the straw that broke the camel’s back with this shit. I’ve been teetering there for more than a year, but I need a time out from the internet. I’m so close to rage-stroking out every 10min with these shitweasels and their complete fuckery.
No more politics til Feb. Someone let me know if we all…
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This is going to be Paul Ryan’s epitaph...
Trump has a “history of breaking decorum with remarks on race, ethnicity.”
“He suggested, in an obvious reminder of his racism, that the United States should attract people from Norway, instead.”
While sane America has a dialogue about Trump and the racist racists who adore him, I’m left wondering where, exactly, is their red line for a sitting president, and if it even exists. Because we’ve driven long past the signs for Naziville, Misogyton, Pedoburg and Treasondale.
Hmm. That was my nickname at math camp.
I think you’re missing the takeaway, that anyone derailed by sexual harassment is a crybaby sissypants owl.
Just throw him on the Springfield Perpetual Tire Fire.
If Trump insists on calling it a witch hunt, can we burn him at the stake when he’s inevitably found guilty?
My mom bred basset hounds when I was a teenager, and I spent most of that time helping her with them. Lady Bird’s litter is the last litter of bassets my mom will have, and she offered me pick of the litter as a thank you for helping all those years. I helped raise Bird’s parents and grandparents, and she’s named…
Oh my gosh those ears are doing me in :O
If you’re looking for tips, one I did with my dog was to hang a bell by the back door at a height she could tap with her nose. Then, every time I took her out I gently took her head and tapped the bell with her nose, then immediately praised her and took her out. She figured out…
What a gorgeous girl!
My husband and I got a puppy! She’s a basset hound, and is three months old. We are working on housebreaking her, and it is sooooo hard. She’s taken to the crate pretty quickly, but I feel like I’m cleaning up puppy pee constantly. This is why I hate carpet in apartments. Any tips? Here’s a picture of my sweet little…
Yeah, an album called Man of the Woods should be acousitic, if not full fucking bluegrass. I’d enjoy a bluegrass JT album, though I am probably alone in this.
Marzipan is a big, fluffy bit of doggy deliciousness. My Tiger is a smaller version. He’s 15, mostly deaf, partially blind and is missing a few teeth. But for the past year he’s kept me from stabbing anyone with an icepick.
Orion loves to smile, too. He makes everything better.
Marzipan says “I loooove you” Henri frantically blinks “Help me” in morse code...
Marzipan is Henri’s little sister in spite of weighing more than fifty pounds more than him.
Having a dog is not an option for me, so I’ll just have to settle for a cat. This is my Penelope, a sweet and feisty girl. She’ll be 10 next month.