His entire campaign strategy can be summarized as “I know you are but what am I!?”

Alec Baldwin actually slipped some of this in his impression, to my delight.

The sweetest projection, to call my own. The slightest correction reduces my bone. This sweetest infection in my rubber mind. The sweetest projection of the Trumpian kind. I talk and I bluff too much, unafraid that I’ll say too much and I’m happy to always touch, indifferent to who may be broken. My ego’s a drug to me…

I’m not usually a stickler for rules, but I’m pretty sure “Nyahhhh” is not a legal move in this instance of teh great game “Nuh Uh...” After playing “You are,” I believe you’re required to stick your fingers in your ears and scream “LALALALALALA! I can’t hear you!”

Trump will next criticize Clinton’s ill-fitting suits, her inexplicably orange skin, her tendency to loom over people, and her terrible comb-over. “I hear she just reaches out and grabs people by the pussy, is what I hear” reports Trump.

Serial lier but what if he was telling the truth. Then ask yourself why a 17 year old who arranged underage boys for rich people sex parties was sitting in first class next to Trump and did he know Jeffrey Epstein?

How did they manage to not find anything? He literally has not shut up for longer than 5 minutes in like 20 years.

When I was 17 and working the deli counter at Shop-Rite, there was this loser who couldn’t keep his mouth shut about various parts of my body every day. I told him if he didn’t shut the fuck up I’d slap him with a pastrami brisket. He didn’t shut up. I grabbed a whole wrapped pastrami brisket and whomped the bejesus…

See... I don’t buy all that. I know for damn sure she has a mountain of oppo research available. She did her homework because she’s a professional. And I know she was primed and ready with leaks as necessary. But a lot of this feels organic, like it’s the natural dam breaking, concerned citizen finally seeing the risk…

Anybody else remember when the most bitterly contentious parts of election year campaigning were “tax rates” or “the economy?”

My accusers want free fame! Except for the anonymous ones, they’re cowards who don’t have the guts to face me in public!

Regardless of whether you believe these women or not, the fact is he already admitted on tape that these types of assaults are what he likes/does. Kissing without consent and groping private parts.

Every morning I wake up, and immeditalty giggle with unending enthusiasm as I open my Washington Post app. Little birds sing as I read the stories and watch the interview clips.

Come hell or orange dandruff, it’s all over in 24 days.

It’s goddamn exhausting. Even Rachel Maddow seems to be running low on fiendish glee. I’m forcing myself to unplug from the news today and I’m going to the fucking art museum for a few hours.

If Trump could destroy a political party like a racist, sexist, Islamophobic Mr. Magoo ambling around a construction site, imagine what he would have done to the country...

What do you mean Halloween doesn’t last a month?

Yeah. I actually have been just sitting here with fingers hovering over my keyboard, wondering when I stopped finding the GOP’s meltdown funny.

I’m gleefully enjoying the implosion of the G.O.P.

It would be so hilarious if Melania files for divorce right after the election.