So I saw a video from an animal sanctuary that had “Almost Home” playing over it, and I cried like a fucking waterfall, and now I’m donating to that sanctuary and a handful of others, and to Mercy for Animals. And “Almost Home” is still just about the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard. So I guess I’m a skeevy…

I wouldn’t own a Chevy if Chevies were the last cars on Earth, and those ads make me think that I wouldn’t own a Chevy even if the only other driving option on Earth was to ride a giant rabid Tabasco-drenched porcupine naked during a perpetual Minnesota January. Thank you.

Yeah. When her Doctor turned up at the end of [SPOILERS!!!]... Tom Baker’s “Scratchman,” I thought: I thought she was great, and he obviously thinks so, too, so at least all is well in one tiny corner of the universe.

That was Sam Smith?!? Today that miserable lump of sound was on push-repeat on the overhead at the Target where I work, and I WANTED TO KILL IT.

Cargoes. Always. And somehow my dumb old iPhone SE has never managed to call someone, or launch an app, with its screen locked. I must be phoning wrong.

BINGO. She’s just timing the perfect moment to stalk off in a huff.

I found Ledger’s Joker irritating, that’s all. And the skull-rattling noise Hans Zimmer employed to bolster his nonsense onscreen was more irritating still.

Hey, troll, why don’t you “go quietly off” with Ms. Gabbard, who’s just waiting for the perfect moment-- when one of the real candidates calls her on her “rot” garbage, say-- to stomp off in a huff and declare herself an independent? Or a minute and a huff, if she pauses for dramatic effect?

Y’know, this is so goddamn fucking tasteless that you get nothing but a “fuck you.”

Nope, wait: the “rural terrorist” angle just got you the non-no-prize. Yay, you! Now go give yourself a swirlie or twenty and cry, ‘kay?

Is there going to be a shitty dystopian fan-fic writing contest when the orange turd finally dies? If so, you’re well on your way to a no-prize. Noncongrats, dramabot!

That is absolutely against the law-- i.e., against the separation of church and state. Flush the christo-fascists now, please. I’ll stand by with my old wood-handled plunger if they need coaxing on their way down.

Or maybe we could just back off on explicit sex scenes, which, nine times out of five, serve only to bring onscreen pacing to an absolute halt. Just a thought.

Naw. We won’t be stuck with the thing. And if we are, we won’t be stuck with me. Pretty simple.

I’m against animal cruelty but pro-death penalty, but I don’t have a prick. So I guess I’ll just have to go on being a bitch, right?

No, it’s not “cool.” It’s necessary.

Jesus fucking Christ, you assbag piece of shit, I don’t recall “hiring” you to do any job. So why don’t you take your divisive backstabbing horseshit and SHUT THE FUCK UP?

Gee, troll, why don’t you take that “nothing” for a nice long walk off a short pier into a lake filled with lampreys? Isn’t armchair politicking what we have Russian bots for?

Wow, that was a whole lotta words to out yourself as a condescending fuckbag.

It’s not “religion,” you idiot troll. It’s science. But it’s your job to come in and vomit up words like “weaksauce,” whereas I’m not paid one ruble to tell you to fuck off, you Kochsucker.