Roy Orbison was the first singer whose death devastated me. My mom was picking me up from school in the 4th grade and the news came on the radio. I spent the rest of the day playing my mom’s old 45s and crying.

Well, I hadn’t cried in over an hour. Guess I was due.

“You’ve got a misspelling there. Morons has two O’s.”

Golfing while Puerto Rico drowns?

Could I interest you in some Bob Mueller/Jim Comey fanfic instead?

I’m wheezing gently on the loo as I read this comment.

My Dad. No joke. When he and my mom bought their first house, he fell asleep on the neighbour’s can within 5 minutes of meeting them.

No worries, I’m pretty sure Trump can’t find his taint these days.

Oh, honey, your reluctance to admit that you’re too stupid to understand the difference between your and you’re is not some big secret, sweetie.

I’ve always been partial to this one:

That is the most perfect description of Maine Coon’s I have ever seen. Describes my Chairman Meow to a T.

Wait, you guys call freezies FREEZE POPS?? I don’t even know what to say.

Funny how these right wing chucklefucks are all about state’s rights until it doesn’t fit their racist agenda.

No two snowflakes are alike, but these fucking hateflakes are interchangeable.

I can see the former Africville from my living room window. Too many Canadians seem to think we’re above terrible acts of racism.

Ugh, I’m hearing that everywhere today. And also that slavery isn’t a racial issue because black people had slaves. WTF?!

She’s expending an awful lot of energy to insist that everyone else has it wrong. Do you smell gaslight?

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.

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