I hate him more than anyone I’ve ever hated, and I’ve read cases involving guys who’ve raped and murdered 15-month-olds. Their monstrosity, at least, is limited: the traitor’s is not.

I do, too: the flip-off thing. At that wheedling, wheezy voice or the orange streetza disaster from which it emanates. Makes viddying stuff off of YouTube at work awkward, I tell ya.

With, I hope, apologies to takins, the original “animals by committee.”

Jesus on a cracker, this looks like exactly the combination of “cute” and “stupid cartoon violence” I need right now. Plus Daisy Ridley gets to help make Dohmnall Gleeson’s life hell again? (Plus Dohmnall gets yet more visibility while Cillian Murphy rumbles glumly on about the “seriousness” of “t’ wark” as an actor…

This isn’t a function of the “justice system,” and at present we don’t have an Attorney General. This present Clinton business is a distraction perpetrated by a piqued and demented traitor, and Mr. Sessions is the criminal puppet of said traitor.

The commission has been disbanded, yes; its functions haven’t. Per that NYT article, Chris Kobitch is simply transferring said functions to an organization less visible to the public: the Department of Homeland Security. This is infuriating stuff, and the Times should have had the “transferring” detail in a subhead on…

I’m still trying to figure out why anyone in balmy Florida would need a car-battery charger in the first place.

No. Especially until there are no more Donnie Tramp Jrs. in the world. Or Tramps at all, for that matter. Or poachers. Or the planetary virus called “humans,” which said virus exists to shape the planet to its liking while wiping out species en masse along the way.

Nope. Since Kylo’s first temper tantrum in “The Force Awakens,” I’ve divided my Driver time between wondering what transporter accident produced this result from Leia and Han’s genes, and calling him “K-Mart Alan Rickman.” The Charlie Brown-teacher voice is just the extra melty-chocolate stale espresso bean on top.…

I fucking hate “nobody” statements. Speak for yourself.

Praying for an aneurysm. I’ll take one for the team if it means The Orange Traitor Fuck gets one too.

Don’t talk to them. Don’t have anything to do with them. Fuck them if they support Trump.

Me, too. And I would very much try to have a hardback copy of “Atlas Shrugged,” pre-waterlogged and then frozen solid into a ten-pound brick, to chuck at his smug fucking face.

Yep. And if that means the karma hammer gets me too, for Wishing Bad Things on Paulie Throat-Punch, I’ll gladly take that hammer right in the metaphysical face.

Anger is my default setting. Always has been. As part of my job, I’ve read court cases involving men who rape and murder babies, and who have committed sickening acts of violence against animals. But I have never hated anyone more than I hate those fuckers Ryan, McConnell, and Trump.

Thanks, troll. Long walk, short pier: right that way, dickwit.

I was wondering that, too. Of course, people will pipe up with cries of “They’ll fire all the scientists!” Fine: fire all the scientists. The scientists will still be here; dictionaries will still be here; the words will still be here. And sooner than not, that cunt Trump and his troupe of traitors will be gone.

He hasn’t appointed that many yet, and there are plenty of seats pre-filled. Read up on how many courts there really are. And we’ll ditch those incompetent fuckers when the time comes. Thinking of that last clown who got cleared, that lanky dumb fucker, and truly thinking, too, that a fucker that incompetent— he…

Yeah. This is beneath even “that one trail ride when I was eleven” form.

Nope. He’s obnoxious. And his music makes me want to damage things. Mewling, puling, puke-inducing crap.