Come for the politics, stay for the snark.

Every reporter and pundit should have to declare if they ever vacationed with a billionaire.

Hot air and ill-informed banter

Radicalized white males who support Trump are pitching a tent in the abyss.

One of our two political parties is a cult whose leader admires Vladimir Putin.

I am pretty sure these ‘journalists’ were not always such a bootlicking sycophants.

“When somebody takes the time to draw up a playbook, they’re gonna use it.”

Hey hey, RFK, how many kids did you kill today?

The republican caucus is covering themselves with something, and it is not glory.

Rupert, come get your orange boy, you petrified old dinosaur turd.

Nancy smash is sick of your bullshit.

We will not go quietly into the night; we will not vanish without a fight.

Stand up, dammit!

Dear Washington Post, you are the darkness now.

Do we throw up our hands or do we roll up our sleeves? (hint, door #2)

Damn right I heard that as a threat.

You cannot shame the shameless.

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

Never give a known liar the benefit of the doubt.

You don’t get to peddle hatred on saturday and offer condolences on sunday.

Wake up. Grow up. Get in the fight.

If you are still in the gop, you are either an extremist yourself, or in bed with those who are.

Following reporting rules is only for the little people, apparently.

Good lord, these people are nuts.

Stamping your little feets and demanding that they see how important you are? Not working anymore.

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