Come for the politics, stay for the snark.

Wow, you are pre-disappointed. How surprising.

No offense, but this thread hasn’t been about you for quite a while.

Fuck the extremist election deniers. What’s money for if not for keeping them out of office?

The revolution will be supervised.

A sufficient plurality of insane, greedy people can tank any democratic system ever devised, apparently.

Americans barely caring about Afghanistan is so last month.

Sitting here in limbo waiting for the dice to roll

Republicans don’t want a speaker to lead them; they want a hostage.

Second rate reporter says what?

Not so fun when the rabbit gets the gun, is it?

I’m pretty sure there’s only one Jack Smith.

Usually wrong but never in doubt

I’d like to think you all would remain faithful to me if i ever tried to have some of you killed.

Battle won, war still ongoing.

Republicans are radicals, not conservatives.

“Jesus paying for the sins of everyone is an insult to those who paid for their own sins.”

Take hopelessness and turn it into resilience.

Only Democrats have agency, apparently.

It’s time for the GOP to dust off that post-2012 autopsy, completely ignore it, and light the party on fire again.

The cruelty is the point; the law be damned.

The GOP couldn’t organize an orgy in a whorehouse with a fist full of 50s.

Historically it was a little unusual for the president to be an incoherent babbling moron.

fuckem (in honor of the late great efgoldman)

rich, arrogant assholes who equate luck with genius

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Jeff is demanding respect. I offer this in tribute:

I’m the Urban Spaceman, baby,
I’ve got speed.
I’ve got everything I need.
I’m the Urban Spaceman, baby,
I can fly.
I’m a supersonic guy.

I don’t need pleasure,
I don’t feel pain.
If you were to knock me down,
I’d just get up again.
I’m the Urban Spaceman, baby,
I’m making out
I’m all about

I wake up every morning with a smile upon my face.
My natural exuberance spills out all over the place.

I’m the Urban Spaceman,
I’m intelligent and clean.
Know what I mean?
I’m the Urban Spaceman,
As a lover, second to none.
It’s a lot of fun.

I never let my friends down,
I’ve never made a boob.
I’m a glossy magazine, an advert in the tube.
I’m the Urban Spaceman, baby, here comes the twist.
I don’t exist.

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