It’s got to be shouted out in the streets. Dems cannot take a single vote for granted. Doesn’t matter what all these nice polls report. Complaceny will lose this election and if we lose, this country is done. When I talk to people around my neighborhood, I try to stick to the point of how Trump has abandoned us in the…

Don’t sell yourself short. Maybe Jezebel is hiring.

Well, Dr. Alford, if you’re so damn smart...

Hey...it is what it is. Kinda like...I dunno...the national death toll of a pandemic, let’s say.

Time to drink!

Who is Dorit Kemsley?

I am on the younger side of Old™. I believe that I will not live to see America recover in any significant way from this disaster manufactured by the Republican Fascist Party and their bipedal malignant tumor Donald Trump.

Whenever I’m in an adult bookstore, I often have the urge to orgasm. It’s crazy.

Catnip makes you do crazy shit?

It would be a big relief to not have a POTUS who incessantly tweets every malformed thought oozing from the toxic gelatin in his head. That alone will be a huge step forward..

It’s so hard to look at the ongoing horror of this time and think one day things will be better. If Trump and the fascists were to magically disappear right now, the destruction they’ve wrought will take many years repair.

It’s chaos. How are kids supposed to try and learn, how are parents supposed to plan for work (if they are working) or childcare... all with the pandemic crisis hanging over everyone’s head. Trump and his chucklefuck lackeys have one talent. And that is to keep finding new ways to make this situation worse.

Ugh this nutjob. Forgot about him.

Speak into? Ha! Good one, Grandma.

Two cans, one string.

“Sperm Deception” is the name of my new alt-alternative vibraphone band.

That we know of!

Right there with you. I’ve had many days where I’ve been too anxious to get out of bed much less even venture into the backyard. Crisis hotlines are indeed a crapshoot. Better than nothing but just slightly.

This year hasn’t been bad. Seems to go cycles. Some years, I’m the all-they-can-suck buffet, other years nada. I gave up trying to figure it out.

Concur. Wading into potentially treacherous waters.