Welp, I’ll be the one who addresses the elephant (spook?) in the room. (If someone in the Trumpy circle hasn’t asked him to clean it first.)

I find it amazing that we have to move on, when Trumpy promised that he would NOT move on if he lost. I’m tired of the whole “move on” standard. LOOK AT THE WOMAN AT THE TOP OF THE PAGE. THIS IS THE SHIT WE’RE “MOVING ON” TO. KRACKYCUNT CUNTWAY!

Nah. That’s fine.

Yeah, but who was gonna fuck Phyllis Schlafly except in the dark through a hole in the sheet, with a bag over her head while thinking about ANY other woman?

Or at least get a decent damn weave. Or that “hair” spray that’s basically pubes in a can. (At least it looked that way in the pictures!)

But Krackyanne isn’t a human, she’s some sort of fleshbot that was created using bootleg Chinese molds they stole from Coleco when they went under (and before they returned).

Look how far that’s gotten us. We are now discussing president elect Trumpy. It is damn near impossible to shame a politician to begin with, and with Trumpy, it doesn’t even matter. Pussy grabbin’? Fine. Mexican rapists? Fine. Women bleeding out of their whatever. Fine. Palling around with folks who wouldn’t mind…

I don’t know about gimmesummer, but I do it because she works for a man who (although he looks like a damn overmicrowaved nutsack) feels he looks like King Shit because he’s a white “billionaire” and openly states that certain women are “ugly.”

I knew the explanation would be drug related!

Throw piles of dog shit at them when you see them in the street?

Just ONCE, I would like to fail as well as (insert white man that consistently fails upward here). My assignment’s ending on 31 December, and I’d love to fall upwards into being an Executive Assistant (sure, my experience is lacking, but shit, that don’t matter!) or finding a winning Powerball ticket.

I must say, though...her breasts are hypnotic! Not sexy, not (another word for sexy), just hypnotic.

No, it’s still funny. It’s quite easy to laugh in the face of tragedy!

Heh. My mother hated hearing us eat as babies/toddlers. I sort of understood, but then I sat near a toddler chewing on a pop tart on the bus. Good thing the windows didn’t open and she was so cute, ‘cause HOLY DAMN I COULD HEAR HER THROUGH THE EARPLUGS! Ugh.

But this is the problem. Trumpy (who thinks all Mexicans are rapists, thinks women are nothing more than pussies, and bunches of other stuff!) and his wife (well, she’s a woman, so...pussy, I guess) are the king and queen of bullying. For Melancholia to threaten to sue this guy (of all people!) just looks as odd as…

But it’s not like I (along with many others) aren’t hurting! If I had a life (marriage, mortgage, etc.) and didn’t live with my parents at the grand old age of 41, my ass would be shit out of luck. Even if you’re in the direst of straits, YOU NEVER VOTE AGAINST YOURSELF. It’s like playing Russian roulette with a…

Which proves jack shit, unfortunately. The fuck do we need a popular vote for, if all it’s going to do is remind me of how useless it is every day?

DOAN CARE!

I will never, EVER understand this.

So...Trumpy’s going to wave his magic wand (made in China!) to conjure up a hot tub time machine (also made in China!) to bring back these jobs? Maybe it’s good that Hillary didn’t win, because the more I think about it, THIS is what Americans really think?