Come for the politics, stay for the snark.

Come on, media. you have one job. start doing it.

People are weird.

Accountability, motherfuckers.

SCOTUS: It’s not “bribery” unless it comes from the Bribery region of France. Otherwise, it’s merely “sparkling malfeasance”.

The gop is a fucking disgrace.

Nothing worth doing is easy.

Take hopelessness and turn it into resilience.

I like political parties that aren’t owned by foreign adversaries.

Relentless negativity is not a sign that you are more realistic.

Hell hath no fury like a farmer bankrupted.

Never give a known liar the benefit of the doubt.

Republicans: slavery is when you own me. freedom is when I own you.

Red lights blinking on democracy’s dashboard

I’ve spoken to my cat about this, but it doesn’t seem to do any good.

The snowflake in chief appeared visibly frustrated when questioned by a reporter about egg prices.

Roe is not about choice. It is about freedom.

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

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

“In the future, this lab will be a museum. do not touch it.”

The press swings at every pitch, we don’t have to.

I would try pessimism, but it probably wouldn’t work.

Conservatism: there are people the law protects but does not bind and others who the law binds but does not protect.

We can show the world that autocracy can be defeated.

Oh FFS you might as well trust a 6-year-old with a flamethrower.

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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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