I really want to put this evil genius trope to bed. I don’t think anyone there could be considered a genius if these series of clusterfucks are any measurement.

If I had to fuck someone to bring this administration down, I’d lie back and think of Idris. My husband would understand. (Not saying you have to do this!)

Take it away, Bishop!

This whole fucking administration stinks like a dumpster of hot, rotting fish. My disgust reserves are depleted.

I kinda thought Bush got needless shit for that. He was in a classroom full of kids- he couldn’t run out screaming. From the excellent report in Salon, it seems like that no one knew what was happening. I think I would have sat in a class of 6 year olds too, just so I could collect my thoughts.

Mr fucking Bungle was elected. Christ...

Fuck, I do more to protect my department’s social media accounts.

What the fuck is that person smoking? He must be licking poison dart frogs to come up with shit like that.

My mother is 65 and she can’t stand up to her horrible family. She also won’t hear a word against them. My sister and I had nothing to do with them once we were old enough.

Two of my kids were born in England; one in Scotland. Their birth certificates look nothing alike. Their US Consular birth certificates have the most basic of information but they are perfectly legal.

I had to tell my bosses earlier than 12 weeks because I kept falling asleep at my desk and I didn’t want them to think I was drunk or on heroin.

I’m going to be totally honest with you: I would not have been prepared to knowingly care for a child with such a disability. I don’t have it in me. I’ve met mostly high-functioning people with Down syndrome and they are absolutely wonderful people. I also realize that Down Syndrome has a spectrum and some people are…

I went to my grandmother’s funeral for two reasons:

Almost exact story I heard from a friend of a friend who was in a meeting about some contracting work. Said once they left, they laughed about what an incompetent jerk he was and that they’d never do business with him.

If that happens, I’m going to the nearest pub and getting so hammered I won’t know my own name. I might just buy fireworks for the first time in my life. (Not while drunk, of course.)

Ex-pat Yank here. Thank god for socialised medicine where I live. I have anxiety meds and stuff for my never-ending stomach aches.

Really? Because the wheels are falling off the Trump Train and we’re just into week 3. Cunning? Yes. Able to manipulate the rubes? Absolutely. Pandering to Trump’s vanity? Certainly. Brilliant? I haven’t seen it.

I always associated that song with George W Bush. But this is better.

They aren’t at all that crafty or cunning. Bannon’s no Cheney. He’s not some evil genius. This is an administration that didn’t know they couldn’t keep Obama’s people in the White House.

Well, quite.