Thirty some odd years ago, my cavalry squadron would train with the A-10s out of England AFB in Louisiana from time to time. The very best part of every training exercise was night gunnery, sitting in the pitch black, the scout platoon strung out along the tree line, and the deafening growl of those Avengers as those…

I was screaming at the television when he dropped back. I know fuck-all about football, but I felt my bowels turn to water when that happened.

Dammit...I didn’t scroll down far enough and now my weak sauce comment is meaningless.

“Did you see that ludicrous display! What was Belichick thinking?”

You are to be congratulated for putting yourself through that. I admire the self-imposed discipline.

Back in the day when Fox Sports World showed these magnificent spectacles every night, I lived for goals and behinds because of those performances. What a blast to watch.

Is this scumbag ever going to get another top coaching job? It’s not looking promising. What a blessing that is.

You deserve more stars than you’re getting.

My hero.

It looks like the top choices have a fairly bog standard conservative pedigree, with little evidence that they will toe some ideological party line parallel to Trump’s cockeyed view of constitutionality. Once on the court, Trump can shake his tiny, tiny fists in conniption, but there’s fuck-all he can do about it. …

Jeezus...that’s quite the cremasteric reflex inducing horror show right there.

I did.

Ditto.

You are gonna get crucified for that.

Nah, folks gotta stay put and fight this shit.

It’s possible that there will never be anything as clever or funny at K&P in my lifetime. That’s both a good thing and a bad thing.

That was wonderful.

Ditto. I just can’t take it anymore. I run from these things fast as I can.

I think it gave me a seizure.

I tried one...it sucked. You are the King of Kinja today.