“Discounting”? Are you really coming back with the “awful candidate” bullshit? If so, take your propaganda-poisoned harebrain elsewhere.

“Show” them? Sure, darling. In the meantime, the Republicunts will be making all the rules. Won’t that be ever so much better!

I, too, am old and cranky, but Spotify is my beloved candy store of music (I use Mojo, The Big Takeover, Q, and Uncut like Christmas catalogues, and then just gorge on tunes on Spotify every damn week), and I have yet to have had inflicted on any of my Recommended for You playlists a single song by hideous man-toad…

Some of those “gutless neoliberal centrists” (nice namecalling, dear) have to be at least half as fucking mad as I am right now. And I’m waiting to see what happens when some of those huge donors who stuffed money into Bitch McConnell’s and Pauly “Throat-Punch” Ryan’s pockets turn out to be linked directly to the…

We’re still here talking about how fucked we are; therefore, we are not fucked. As long as we’re alive, we’re not fucked.

Gee, that’s cheery. Laws still matter, and we’ll toss the orange fucker out on his ass. Have a drink (or ten), a nap, and a good breakfast, and we’ll catch you later, okay?

Treat the fucker like the internet troll he is. Once I started thinking of Tramp as nothing more than another toadstool from one of Uncle Vlad’s ‘bot farms, I actually cheered up.

So his being paranoid (your professional assessment) renders his actions not-murder, which the rest of us don’t get to argue because we’re all “amateurs” and racists while you’re the professional thinker with the punny name. Got it, token male.

Nope: one time through the Eurythmics’ take on “Winter Wonderland” and one time through “Silent Night” in German, and that’s all the Christmas music for the year, every year.

My fave detail is the “(quickly)“ in the golf tweet. Really, Traitor Don? Why don’t you just pre-mark your scorecard (“(as usual)“?) from wherever your traitorous orange ass is right now and fax it to Tiger and Dustin?

Oh, I dunno: some of us weak, mamby-pamby liberals can see clear to banking on Mueller AND kicking those treasonous Republicunt fucktards all the way to Mars in 2018. Multitasking, y’know.

So does he resign before or after the vote on the GOP’s Pile o’ Tax Shit? If the Republicunts get to sputter and spume about how they need Roy Moore’s vote, then we sure as shit aren’t going to lose Franken’s vote out of nobility. No fucking way.

Which said flesh smells like death.

Yeah. Meat has become less “yummy” and more like “murder” for me over the past year or so. Speaking of which, I’d almost kinda like to stick my EDC in that guy’s throat and see how he, like those turkeys he’s bleeding, likes choking to death on his own blood while he gags and panics. We humans are fuckers of the…

What about the legal side of all of this— i.e., what about the guys who are currently in prison because of sex crimes? Once they’ve served their sentences, do they re-enter society? Or are we now saying something along the lines of “Those [many, many, highly differentiated, infuriatingly detailed] laws regarding…

At the SeaLife Aquarium at the Mall of America, they have a coconut crab. The kid-friendly card by his (very large) tank says that they’re called coconut crabs ‘cause they are strong enough to carry coconuts up trees and drop them onto rocks to crack said coconuts open. (Since the card specifies their lifting…

Yeah: the tiger thing. I knew they’d fuck that up. That was so obviously a 170-lb. guy doing incredibly bad motion capture— I mean, hey, little cringing oh-the-ickie-zombies motion-capture dude, have you even SEEN a tiger? (Looks to me like your motivation was “anesthetized cheetah,” at best.) Tigers are…

Automatic, semi-automatic: ban the fucking things NOW.

But not by someone else’s Alzheimer’s, you dolt.

OOPS. Cue backpedal, retraction, and/or removal of those responsible in three, two, one...