“In NYC’s war on crime, hate crimes are totally out of control & therefore we have a wealth of new material. Episodes are also down to 39 minutes.

That outfit looks like she auditioning for a role in the next star wars movie.

A great light has gone out.

I hope Omarosa is the one who brings trump down. The irony is delicious.

I’m a big Matthew MacFadyen fan but even he can’t save this turkey.

Don’t forget the camera filters, too, scary for “Beneath” and “age reducing warm tones flattering” for Meyers.

Pfeiffer plays Claire, a retired celloist married to Norman (Ford), who has decided to focus on her gardening now that her daughter has just gone away at college.

trump called her a lowlife. Dare I say it?  POT MEET KETTLE!

I don’t play golf so IDK. I DO know I wouldn’t go any place that had “Trump” on it.

Captain Depends!

He might never be able to eat a steak again, quel horreur!

Doubtless prez daddy & his cabal of grifters have cooked up some useless yet highly remunerative position for first bimbo/twit, and probably one for weasel dildo boy as well. (chief of slumlord department)

Yeah, but they’d have to bleach  her hair and somehow squeeze her into a size four neon bright sheath dress and stilettoes, so I don’t see it happening.

Sad Sack Sarah’s new possible jobs; answering the phone for an insurance company so she can deny claims, working at the DMV so she can tell you you don’t have the correct ID points, or bussing tables at the Red Hen.

She looks like a ninth runner up in a Farrah Fawcett lookalike contest circa 1977.

God that sullen pouty “Dis my thumb” header picture is “triggering” me. 

Roberts has always been an over rated sack of shit who never learned to act, and Mr. Ed did that signature move of the tossed back head laugh much better than she did.

He can’t even pose with a soccer ball without looking like a shit eating pussy douchebag. Man, I really HATE this goddamn fucking sack of shit!

Those assholes in that top pic with their little vests and guns...you just know if they were confronted with a truly dangerous situation they’d shit their tactical pants and runaway screaming like little bitches. (no offense intended to little bitches)

“I know her smile. I don’t like the one I’m seeing now. This one isn’t even a stage smile – this is a pained smile.”