Although a registered Republican (which in the state of West Virginia is like being a vegetarian at a pig roast), I am in large part a….Quickian??
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Come for the politics, stay for the snark.
I desperately hope that, yet again, I am wrong.
In after Baud. Damn.
In my day, never was longer.
So many bastards, so little time.
Republicans want to make it harder to vote and easier for them to cheat.
I like you, you’re my kind of trouble.
Let there be snark.
Accused of treason; bitches about the ratings. I am in awe.
The revolution will be supervised.
Sadly, there is no cure for stupid.
Republicans in disarray!
It may be funny to you motherfucker, but it’s not funny to me.
ha ha ha! Nice try weird people.
Not so fun when the rabbit gets the gun, is it?
Fuck the extremist election deniers. What’s money for if not for keeping them out of office?
Wake up. Grow up. Get in the fight.
The next time the wall street journal editorial board speaks the truth will be the first.
The arc of history bends toward the same old fuckery.
Is it negotiation when the other party actually wants to shoot the hostage?
“I never thought they’d lock HIM up,” sobbed a distraught member of the Lock Her Up Party.
Republicans don’t trust women.
You can’t love your country only when you win.
This blog will pay for itself.
Since when do we limit our critiques to things we could do better ourselves?
