It seems that about half the commenters had the same reaction as potterpoet. So either there’s been a strange epidemic of “projection” or the article lacks clarity and a coherent editorial thrust. But I guess we bitches just be crazy.

I’m sorry to hear about your brain injury.

I’m so to hear about your brain injury.

As a Canadian, may I ask that you keep your filthy hands off our national treasure Gordon Lightfoot.

Do we really think he waits until they’re 16 before he gropes them?

The President certainly HAS a floppy disk. If you know what I mean, wink wink nudge nudge.

Does Rose Kennedy have a black dress? Does Howdy Doody have wooden nuts? Does Raggedy Ann have a cotton crotch?

Yet.

I think we all know by now that the Trumps avoid anything to do with drafts.

I fail to see where I said it wasn’t a PR stunt...

On a recent jog, he photo bombed the prom photos of some very lucky teenagers

Elizabeth May?

Um, not that The Resident looks that great, but if you don’t care about Emily VanCamp, Matt Czuchry OR Bruce Greenwood I feel sorry for you.

Or a snarky alien

It looks like someone threw a shoe at him (please tell me someone threw a shoe at him).

And when we make you try ketchup chips, for God’s sake pretend to like them.

I was eating when I read “fat-sheathed penis.”

You just called to mind this:

We should really call her Taupe Trump.

I had a similar reaction a few years ago when ask became a noun. “The ask that came out of the meeting was that we synergize the discourse.”