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If you tweet it in all caps, that makes it true!

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Take hopelessness and turn it into resilience.

Do not shrug your shoulders and accept the normalization of untruths.

So it was an October Surprise A Day, like an Advent calendar but for crime.

When do we start airlifting the women and children out of Texas?

Make the republican party small enough to drown in a bathtub.

Being the leader of the world means to be the leader of peace.

Wow, I can’t imagine what it was like to comment in morse code.

An almost top 10,000 blog!

“More of this”, i said to the dog.

If senate republicans had any shame, they’d die of it.

Despite his magical powers, I don’t think Trump is thinking this through, to be honest.

… riddled with inexplicable and elementary errors of law and fact

if you can’t see it, then you are useless in the fight to stop it.

Today’s GOP: why go just far enough when too far is right there?

And now I have baud making fun of me. this day can’t get worse.

They fucked up the fucking up of the fuckup!

That’s my take and I am available for criticism at this time.

You don’t get rid of your umbrella while it’s still raining.

The poor and middle-class pay taxes, the rich pay accountants, the wealthy pay politicians.

And we’re all out of bubblegum.

This fight is for everything.

Fuck these fucking interesting times.

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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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