The phrase “my truth” needs to be fucking banished to the fires of hell.

I hear what you are saying but I don’t understand why you gotta drag Chunky A into this?!?

If there is a baseline between exuberant celebration and disturbingly degrading behavior, these videos are a slow roller toward first that might not stay in fair territory.

From the Guardian piece linked:

Agreed on all points. I’d like to add one minor thing, though. Trump further encapsulates the Boomer id, in that he doesn’t understand the role he’s played in his failures. He rails against banking and lending systems, as if they’re the reason he can’t run a successful business. He’s perfect, and his businesses are…

I find myself thinking that President Trump is not merely one of the worst people his generation produced, but the embodiment of the collective id of that generation. Thin-skinned, venal, looking for someone else to blame and so very, very scared of changes.

Folks, that’s our kind of banger

3 titles, 2 all-NBA teams, Gold medal, lock-down D, longevity. Everyone loves him (except some Memphis jabroni). There’s a chance.

Though not the saddest Natalie Wood story.

There isn’t even a debate to be had. Everyone knows who the better QB is. I mean, it’s right there in black and white.

You could have made up a couple names in there and I would not have questioned it. 

“Newton certainly hasn’t looked like himself.”

Hopefully he will do a better job handing off to Saquon than Manning.

Don’t worry, guys.  I found a matching thumb donor.  From one Drew to another.

Maybe his conversion therapy buddies can pray him back onto the field sooner.

“[Tyreek Hill] is so small and black, if you squeeze him really hard he’ll turn into a diamond”

The only thing I hate more than people over reacting to real satire is people using fake satire as an excuse to be racist.

Once again, Burneko is showing he’s just another leftist who is against any mentally unfit politician who had a disgusting political and social record well before his mental instability became evident.

My father was a womanizing alcoholic gambler who my mother kicked to the curb when I was a toddler. I didn’t meet him till I was 16. After talking to him for awhile, it was apparent he hadn’t much changed over the years, The one thing I could muster a sliver of respect for was his honesty. He knew he was a fuckup and…

Dear Mr. Smith: