Why is anyone still quoting or retweeting anything that goddamn fucking abomination says?

You missing some punctuation keys on that there keyboard, “bro”?

Okay, you dumb jackass. Sure. It’s not like the GOP is the party of BLATANT FUCKING TREASON at this point in history. Oh, wait: it is. Take your both-sides bullshit and deploy it where you normally put your Koch-owned Charmin, sweetcakes.

Nope. No Shitran, ever. The kindest thing I can say about that bleating ginger toad is that its a good thing I never encountered it during its busking days in the Tube: “Hey, Eddie, can I see your guitar for a sec? You ever hear of a cartoon character by the name of El Ka-BONG, Mr. ‘Sincerity’...?”

At least we don’t have to listen to those stupid fuckers. The orange bloat needs a gag, stat.

Meghan, you’re a fucking idiot. Shut the fuck up. Also, you don’t get a “voice” because your fucking dad died. My fucking dad died, and if I were shooting off my damn fool mouth like you are, I’d tell me to shut the fuck up, too.

You threaten my pets, and the cops won’t find enough of you to justify a burial. Pretty simple. Also: fucking men.

Naw. I’m fine with not being here. Other than the Losartan tab that keeps my blood pressure from giving me nonstop headaches, I’m not doing a goddamn thing to keep this ugly pathetic piece-of-shit carcass alive a second longer than it needs to be. I’m looking forward to serving Trump and those other Republican traitor …

When people say that I’m “just jealous” of shitbags like E.L. James, I reply “You’re goddamn fucking right I am. Because that fucking waste of carbon will make more money in the time it takes me to say this than I will have made, or will make, in my entire goddamn wasted pointless life.”

No, it’s not frightening: it’s fucking infuriating. That fucker needs to shut the goddamn fucking fuck up.

Y’know, your last line makes me think that you’re just a punk spoiling for a fight. Come to yourself, buttercup.

What I get for not reading the next comment before opening my big dumb mouth....

In filmland (or TV land), it’s EXACTLY proof that something didn’t happen. I’d pony up a nickel to bet that Natasha gets a sendoff scene in the four-hour cut that’s sure to land on Blu-Ray.

White male privilege! WHOO HOO!!!

Honestly, if *they* tell me what happened at the party after Batman and Rachel fell a bajillion feet out of the window onto that miraculously forgiving car, I’ll never pick a nit on a plot again. Ever.

Yeah, because dropping a couple of cusswords is ever so much more fucking immature and irresponsible than stealing something.

“Fucking spineless”? Okay, let them “grow some spines,” come across as biased, and justify every fucking one of Traitor Dim’s “seventeen angry Democrats” tweets. Fuck you.

Nope. Never saw it and never will. Knew about the boombox crap from when it came out, and that was almost enough to make me hate Peter Gabriel. It drips with the kind of “earnestness” that makes me want to punch concrete walls.

Gee, prosecutors being hardasses. Pardon me while I go find a quiet place to collect myself: that’s a truly shocking concept.

Yeah, because when we just start throwing all the laws out the window and beating and/or jailing people without following procedures and providing due process and stuff doesn’t just equal complete apeshit anarchy and ends ever so well for society! Yay! LOCK THEM UP, etc.