Come for the politics, stay for the snark.

This fight is for everything.

It is not hopeless, and we are not helpless.

Every one of the “Roberts Six” lied to get on the court.

Jack be nimble, jack be quick, hurry up and indict this prick.

… gradually, and then suddenly.

The Supreme Court cannot be allowed to become the ultimate, unaccountable arbiter of everything.

This isn’t Democrats spending madly. This is government catching up.

Something needs to be done about our bogus SCOTUS.

Cancel the cowardly Times and Post and set up an equivalent monthly donation to ProPublica.

Dear elected officials: Trump is temporary, dishonor is forever.

You know it’s bad when the Project 2025 people have to create training videos on “How To Be Normal”.

Not loving this new fraud based economy.

Stop using mental illness to avoid talking about armed white supremacy.

All hail the time of the bunny!

The arc of the moral universe does not bend itself. it is up to us to bend it.

I’m more christian than these people and i’m an atheist.

People really shouldn’t expect the government to help after they watched the GOP drown it in a bathtub.

We can show the world that autocracy can be defeated.

Balloon Juice, where there is always someone who will say you’re doing it wrong.

If you can’t control your emotions, someone else will.

Not all heroes wear capes.

With all due respect and assumptions of good faith, please fuck off into the sun.

He wakes up lying, and he lies all day.

If America since Jan 2025 hasn’t broken your heart, you haven’t loved her enough.

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I have insomnia, and the liner from Alan Keyes Is Making Sense is having a weird, hypnotic effect on me. If you have not heard the liner, it sounds like some hopped up top-40 DJ with a slightly raspy/nasal voice (you know the kind- the ones on the parts of the dial you ignore, where they say things like “Hot Rockin’, Hit Crankin’, 97 WLRX” and then play Madonna or something). At any rate, this DJ-like voice shouts out at every commercial break:

Alan Keyes is Making Sense! Stop yelling at the TV. He can’t hear ya!

Then you hear Alan Keyes chuckle.

It is, to say the least, unnerving, particularly when combined with copious amounts of the original green death Nyquil.

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