U2 has been a curse on my life since the day I heard them on the radio in 1980-whateverthefuck it was.

“I know my job. Your job is being an asshole.”

“Your job is to help us. Does that seem clear to you. To help us, not to FUCK US UP.”

I would love to smash both of those fucking dinosaurs in that photo in the face with a sock full of shit.

For once–iust this one time in their miserable existence–the Democratic party needs to become utterly ruthless in their quest to destroy the GOP in ‘18 and ‘20 and beyond, because this fucker and everyone of his disgusting tribe need to be cock-slapped out of power.

“Do you have sex with your father?”

Dick head’s production company full of dick heads. Shocking.

Nice of him to call his utter incompetence and unsuitability “a distraction.” Fucking clown.

But the emotional scars he felt from having Sarah and Todd as parents may not.

This guy is a shit writer. If our culture is going to reward a white man for being a pig, he should at least be a decent writer. Norman Mailer comes to mind.

But he’s married to a woman and has a baby now. That means he’s not a dick anymore, right?

“Its amazing, read it.”

I can’t wait for this motherfucker to get his walking papers in the next election. What a stale fart of a human being.

Fine. They can ban abortion, as soon as they become their own country and no longer receive my our dollars.

Fucking A right, people.  

May justice be swift and merciless on you, Judge Dirtbag. Confederate scum.

I agree. However, as hard as it might be, keep in mind that behind the scenes, between the Mueller investigation and grass roots get-out-the-vote efforts (see Virgina Nov. results), wheels are in motion...very possibly wheels that will leave massive tire tread marks on Trump’s bloated and defeated carcass.

Fuck these biscuit-head confederate ass backward shitheels.

Mario’s response: “Yep, sounds like me. “

She makes my skin crawl.