sonofbeaker
Son of Beaker
sonofbeaker

and integrity and Republican party dont go hand in hand....ever

It’s a really fun game so long as you’re rich enough to not worry about the cost.

As if lock-step obstruction for (a) nearly all judicial and lesser candidates (b) anything approaching legislation didn’t prove this axiomatically years and years ago: there are no moderate Republicans.

Succession rules still apply even if he hasn’t been inaugurated. It would be Pence :(

Did you have to say huge though? Salt, man.

Spoiler alert: it’s not going to get better for them. It’s been downhill for them since the Reagan administration, but they keep voting for the folks that ship their jobs overseas, bankrupt their pensions, pull their social safety nets, etc. Asking for sympathy while shooting yourself in the foot really only

Great words but the quotidian needs of movement-building are tough.

I woke this morning extremely confused. In theory as a Repub I should be happy, but I’m not. I can not believe the country could possibly be this stupid, but yeah actually I can.

Glad Deadspin has kept Dom busy writing some genuinely interesting strategy and analysis stuff about the NFL. The sport is fucked in a million ways already outlined, but there are still some compelling elements and I definitely learn things from these posts.

Lots of people are saying the baby said it wanted to be strangled in a locker room. Believe me.

Pretty much you would need him bottoming for a black playgirl (is that still a thing?) model to get any negative reaction.

That baby would never have been strangled if it was here legally.

At this point you’d have to have footage of him strangling a baby for it to matter.

Interesting, I didn’t know Jones is a republican.

You beautiful bastard.

What do you expect with these Pampered rich kids?

Donald Trump slapped his second-most slappable son, who was wearing a Yankees shirt at the time?

Do I believe they called him “Diaper Don?”

The righteous, reflexive indignation aimed at anything Bill Simmons utters or (infrequently) writes these days makes me laugh. I’m old enough to remember when Bill Simmons was nearly universally hailed by those who mattered as the best, most innovative voice for the times as the interwebs came of age. His brand of

oh my god he is such a fuckin’ dink