I remember thinking that when the Bush regime had male escort Jeff Gannon/aka James Guckert as a plant in the White House press pool. we’d hit bottom. Not even close. Trump is a fucking scumbag, and the people who work for him are worse. I didn’t think it possible, but here we are.

DSA had quite a day, between this, the Portland blockade, and Tim Heidecker publicly joining.

Dude, there’s no need to be a Fox apologist.

I wish there was a way to receive a notification when you have a laughable horrific death. Otherwise, how would I know the correct time to applaud?

“It’s got a good beat and I can diversify to it.”

It’s exactly what happened in Revenge of the Nerds.

What’s your proof that Hillary Clinton’s actions as Secretary of State were swayed by donations to the Clinton Foundation? Where’s your proof that Hillary Clinton was using Clinton Foundation money to enrich herself? Without those, you have no argument, just false equivalency.

Dear Rest of The Country that claims to be real Americans not a bunch of coastal elites:

“So many of the children in the detention center here, you know, were underprivileged anyway, so this is working very well for them.”

I guess they wanted to take a break and spend more time lying to their families.

Why is the world like this?

Agreed on every point (although I’ve always wanted to try poutine, just to say I did).

Yep, it’s so easy! Every time I see one of those red-rimmed envelopes I think about how glad I am that the state that was founded on the principle of complete and total exclusion of non-white settlers has adopted a practice that greatly increases minority turnout.

the pain you feel may just be the soul-sucking deadness of office work, and thus merely correlated with cupcake eating. More experiments are definitely needed.

I hate them with every fiber of my being!

A life prison sentence isn’t justice enough for these parasites.

Back in college there was this bar on the outskirts that played both kinds of music — country AND western — that did a weekly “steak stampede” — $7 for a ½ inch-thick utility-grade ribeye. I’m pretty sure I consumed more sauce than steak those nights.

And yet, there’s still no end in sight to the East Coast/West Coast ventriloquist wars.

Oh ya!

That entrance is one of the finest bits of physical comedy I've ever seen in film, especially since it's subtle enough that it's not often remarked upon. It does the remarkable feat of establishing the character in a 30-second wordless piece while also being an incredible display of the pure athleticism that physical…