I wasn't sure whether what she had was an hallucination or a shamanic experience, but I didn't really think it mattered. I thought that the whole thing was a meditation about there being no right or wrong way to handle trauma. I liked the way this show caused a lot of people to see different things in it, and come…

Every time I see a Ben Affleck movie, I wish I were seeing Casey.

Well, I see drugs are still cheap and plentiful in 2016.

"Think you can take me? Well, go ahead on." - Deputy Sheriff Thomas Jefferson Geronimo III, as he would have responded to Nixon if he had tried to make him testify against Carl or Bob. It would have truly been "Final Justice."

Because I'm sure that Woodward and Bernstein would release their findings to Tom Arnold first, instead of the Washington Post or New York Times.

Listening to "Hearts and Bones" and thinking about the interviewer who asked Carrie, freshly out of rehab and the second break up with Paul Simon, why it didn't work out. She looked stricken with grief and suffering, but snapped, "When I figure that out, I'm sure I'll get right back on the Today Show and tell you."

Doctor Who and Buffy reruns made my family bearable.

From the grave, Frey still fucks over Felder.

I was completely hooked on one Vine star's attempt to kiss his cat and another's attempt to make his mother tell his to "STFU!" But how could that be a series?

What insufferable asses Frey and Hensley were to Felder about money.

Coke whores and musicians' "girlfriends" are two categories of women whom I knew but never understood. My neighbor was one of them.

Boy, did it ever.

She is making peace with him because she realizes the Democratic Party can't win the electoral, college without the white voters in swing states who follow him.

Finally, someone in the media realizes that the KKK isn't the Amish or little people or polygamists or or hoarding cats or using her uterus as a clown car for fame. The KKK is marginalized by our culture for a reason, and need to continue to be treated as the group of cretins that it is. Giving attention to the freak…

Thinking about how hard it must be to be Debbie Reynolds, and have to field press questions about your daughter's near fatal heart attack.

I hated 2016.

You're exactly right.

Every day us a new beginning, honey. Wishing you a better 2017.

Happy Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanza, Diwali, Solstice or whatever pleases you. For the love of whomever you worship or don't worship, I just hope we are all here at this time in 2017.

She had me at "pussy." But, when she went on and on to confront that full of shit Trump surrogate, I think I may have actually levitated with joy.