Come for the politics, stay for the snark.

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

Happy indictment week to all who celebrate!

“Squeaker” McCarthy

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

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

But frankly mr. cole, I’ll be happier when you get back to telling us to go fuck ourselves.

Consistently wrong since 2002

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

Nancy smash is sick of your bullshit.

Is it irresponsible to speculate? It is irresponsible not to.

White supremacy is terrorism.

I didn’t have alien invasion on my 2023 BINGO card.

A consequence of cucumbers

Some judge needs to shut this circus down soon.

Is it negotiation when the other party actually wants to shoot the hostage?

This really is a full service blog.

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

Russian mouthpiece, go fuck yourself.

Don’t expect peaches from an apple tree.

It may be funny to you motherfucker, but it’s not funny to me.

“Everybody’s entitled to be an idiot.”

Despite his magical powers, I don’t think Trump is thinking this through, to be honest.

Damn right I heard that as a threat.

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

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    Anne (formerly Daize)

    Dear Beth, thank you so much for your reminders and the dedication of your time to the calendar. It helps indeed so much when one is still having trouble with current events.

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    Pogonip

    1). Will Walter have before-and-after pictures?

    2). Have you ever thought about doing a (Grand)Children of Balloon Juice, or is it too dangerous?

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    Miss Bianca

    Oh, I may have to dig out some of the screaming adorbs photos of the Office-turned-Ranch-Kitties after all!

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    Miss Bianca

    @schrodinger’s cat: Long story short: My boss decided he didn’t want the kitties in the store anymore and tried to give them away to some friends of his. I pitched a tiny little fit when I heard about it and told him that if they were going to go off-premises, I wanted them to go somewhere that *I* was going to see them – so after his friends failed to come get them, I said, “I’m taking them, mmmm-kay?” and brought them up to the hunt club kennels. Now they wrassle around a 40-acre spread filled with horses, dogs, and chickens, and like to ride on the ranch hands’ shoulders.

    We miss them terribly at the store – and the mice have, surprise surprise, started snacking on the candy and the bird seed and all that stuff, but OH NO, *some* people didn’t want *cats* sround – but they’re happy and growing like weeds and napping in the hay and going nose to nose with all the horses on the place. I just saw them today, in fact, and got a big old kitty hug from Pancho!

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