Look into my eyes. You are getting very sleepy. You want to give me your wallet. You want to smoke marijuana. You feel your brains seeping out of your ears as you look into my eyes. You are getting weaker, weaker, weaker….
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Come for the politics, stay for the snark.
They’re not red states to be hated; they are voter suppression states to be fixed.
Joe Lieberman disappointingly reemerged to remind us that he’s still alive.
Meanwhile over at truth Social, the former president is busy confessing to crimes.
Too often we hand the biggest microphones to the cynics and the critics who delight in declaring failure.
Fani Willis claps back at Trump chihuahua, Jim Jordan.
Israel, don’t be dumb like we were in the US after 9/11!
Insiders who complain to politico: please report to the white house office of shut the fuck up.
“Why isn’t this Snickers bar only a nickle?”
Don’t expect peaches from an apple tree.
Make the republican party small enough to drown in a bathtub.
When I decide to be condescending, you won’t have to dream up a fantasy about it.
That pie keeps getting more and more forks, reducing anyone’s chance of even a Perot.
Optimism opens the door to great things.
Republicans can’t even be trusted with their own money.
‘Museums aren’t America’s attic for its racist shit.’
Ah, the different things are different argument.
That’s my take and I am available for criticism at this time.
Today’s GOP: why go just far enough when too far is right there?
We’ve had enough carrots to last a lifetime. break out the sticks.
Glad to see john eastman going through some things.
They think we are photo bombing their nice little lives.
This country desperately needs a functioning Fourth Estate.
In my day, never was longer.
Jack be nimble, jack be quick, hurry up and indict this prick.
