Seth Meyers is pretty on the ball, and covers politics regularly.

Hahaha. The pewter charms of Mr & Mrs Pence.

I skimmed it cuz I thought it would make me mad if I read it in detail. It still pissed me off. It still amounted to an argument that the aggressors aren’t responsible if they don’t hear OR UNDERSTAND a clear declaration of “No!” or think the absence of said declaration is a big “Yes!”.

Well, I’m poor and I practically live on kebabs so the illustration makes perfect sense to me.

Something something drug mule...

I’m gonna not look and imagine it’s Dick Butt.

So it was a trumpy university.

Some people might pay good money for Bolivian Lactation...

It’s not real. Clearly some kind of animatronic Otter-nom-aton.

He can't even with this.

Fighting works better than it did in the first game

Beer prices are so low in the supermarkets it’s unreal. I was in Asda today and they’re selling 36 x 440ml of Carlsberg, Coors and others for £20. Even Stella Artois is 3 ten-packs for £20, too. And then there’s the cheap multipacks of sweet, sweet draught Guinness. Piles of cheap wine, too.

A six week election period is fine in a parliamentary sytem wherein the biggest party in parliament forms a goverment and chooses the leader from their own ranks before the election. If there was six-week campaign period in the USA, sleepy-yet-nutty Ben Carson would be President.

There’s a general election campaign still to come and I think Bernie’s long history of vocal support (however principled) for various, imperfect left wing causes around the world would feature prominently in attack ads, whereas Trump already indicated that his master plan relies on recycling old lines of attack…

There are no perfect candidates but Hillary has -objectively- been subject to more scrutiny and more vindictive nonsense than any politician in my lifetime (I was born in the 70s). The fact that she’s still going strong is impressive.

At Bernie’s age, he should avoid potential cardiac risks.

There was a british comedy show which posited that Tom Cruise woke up scientological after John Travolta whacked him in the head with a shovel.

When I hear “Houston” and “road rage” I half expect it to involve rascal scooters.

Oh, God. Typing in a moving vehicle = Wheeled Vomitorium