Come for the politics, stay for the snark.

This year has been the longest three days of putin’s life.

Imperialist aggressors must be defeated, or the whole world loses.

“Everybody’s entitled to be an idiot.”

Good lord, these people are nuts.

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

The most dangerous place for a black man in America is in a white man’s imagination.

Not all heroes wear capes.

They think we are photo bombing their nice little lives.

DeSantis transforms Florida into 1930s Germany with gators and theme parks.

Republicans can’t even be trusted with their own money.

In short, I come down firmly on all sides of the issue.

Their freedom requires your slavery.

I really should read my own blog.

Russian mouthpiece, go fuck yourself.

I know this must be bad for Joe Biden, I just don’t know how.

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

Come on, man.

There are consequences to being an arrogant, sullen prick.

Ah, the different things are different argument.

They love authoritarianism, but only when they get to be the authoritarians.

Roe isn’t about choice, it’s about freedom.

Whatever happens next week, the fight doesn’t end.

This fight is for everything.

Putting aside our relentless self-interest because the moral imperative is crystal clear.

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    greg

    Not to nitpick, but wasn’t it 1997 when the Indians–or Native Americans for our leftist friends–lost to the Marlins?

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    mark

    And I was THIS close to getting you a gift from your wish list, Pittsburgh lover, and you had to remind me of last night.

    sigh

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    Johno

    Greg, nitpick away. It’s a link to my post, and therefore my idiot typo. That night in ’97, after the Indians coughed up the victory to Florida, I drank two 40s’ of St. Ides and crashed my K-Car into a mountainside. The resulting blackout seems to have scrambled my memory; which is what I was going for, but not enough to actually erase the memory of the loss. Just enough to make me get the date wrong.

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