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HOW has the rising tide of sexual misconduct disclosures not hit Geraldo yet?

I think we’re all in The Bad Place.

Pretty telling that “talent” was the chosen substitute word for “pussy”, isn’t it? Because that’s all a woman is good for in the world of Trump and MAXIMUM GOLF.

Do you ever get the feeling that we must have all died at some point over the past three years and this is, well, hell?

She’s not rejoicing, I’ve been driven out of jobs I loved (by non-sexual harassment) and of course the scum were fired after I left, and it made me so angry no one gave a flying fuck while I was the one being shit on.

I always really liked her, and I know one of her former producers who only had great things to say about her. As for being a coanchor, I think that was just the wrong seat on the bus for her. She’s news, not chit-chat.

Some people vehemently disliked her, but I enjoyed Ann Curry. Her voice tended toward a low register, and that was soothing (especially compared to Matt’s sometimes-nasally chatter, and another chirpy host whose name I cannot be bothered to recall).

Yeah, that’s been going on since before the actual election.

We are at war with Eastasia. We have always been at war with Eastasia

America deserves this jackass.

I am 1000% behind this plan. I wish more dumb people would launch themselves in home made rockets.

Oh, you’ve seen “Deadwood”?

Nope, incorrect (not about the cherry pie, that shit is gross). But pecan pie is a flavor gift from the gods and does not deserve such disrespect.

Pumpkin cheesecake is where it’s at. Fuck pumpkin pie

Neither, but on the spectrum of delicious/disgusting it’s definitely far closer to ‘slice of heaven’ than ‘unadulterated trash’.

I’m kind of hung up on the bill banning consumption of aborted human fetuses.

I always thought his weird, peacock-y hats and inexplicable facial hair bespoke a latent sympathy for the rapists’ Bible, The Game.

yes. this. and the amount of times I reference jezebel to mrledeuce on a daily basis is really... sad. I talk about it like I’m referring to a dear friend who told me an antidote

I’m taking this a lot harder than I thought I would. RIP MKT,T. RIP Megyn’s Wardrobe Wall. RIP Megyn Kelly Never Forget.

This is probably the most satisfying conclusion to a column.