I could see that. Progro Kisgay of Scheveningen.

I thought his name was Progro Kisgay. Figured maybe he was Scandinavian or something.

I say fuck it. Write it the way it comes out. There will be time enough to tweak it after it's been sold.

Hey!

Or claiming she was content to let her shine. How the hell do you know that, Bette Midler, you egomaniacal loudmouth? Maybe I just couldn't get a fuckin' word in edgewise!

Search a heart, search a soul, and you'll find this song is in no way representative of Etobicoke.

Yeah, she KNOWS it's a Moviepass!

More than a year before the election, though.

That woman with the TRUMP CAN GRAB MY PUSSY shirt. I mean - what? (Also, that's okay because YOU HAVE GIVEN HIM PERMISSION. It's the ones that didn't all of us lefty snowflakes are concerned about.)

Oh, I know. They're like six year olds in the schoolyard going NANNY NANNY BOO BOO.

Everyone who isn't worth eight figures and up in this country has a common enemy: everyone who is. The fact that the ultra-top tier knows this is the reason they've spent the last half century setting us at each other's fucking throats. Which is why it's never gonna fucking change.

And this is Huysmans saying this.

I'm not even sure how much I identify as a liberal anymore (I'm not all that sure how much I identify as anything anymore, to be honest, except Bela who likes technology and books and beer and music) but I'm not sure how much that matters. He angers me as a person.

Damn right!

Nah, we're done. There's no fixing this.

You spying on me, herder?

If I was that old, I'd just lie in bed sucking on tequila and watching TV until the great blue mouth of death came and swallowed me up.

I've got your back, if it helps at all.

Hail. ( Also, I seriously hope you have "The N***a Ya Love to Hate" by Ice Cube on there.)

I love you, Texass.