Come for the politics, stay for the snark.

There are times when telling just part of the truth is effectively a lie.

the 10% who apparently lack object permanence

’Where will you hide, Roberts, the laws all being flat?’

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

Lick the third rail, it tastes like chocolate!

America is going up in flames. The NYTimes fawns over MAGA celebrities. No longer a real newspaper.

We cannot abandon the truth and remain a free nation.

Red lights blinking on democracy’s dashboard

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

Anyone who bans teaching American history has no right to shape America’s future.

Nancy smash is sick of your bullshit.

“Perhaps I should have considered other options.” (head-desk)

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

Compromise? There is no middle ground between a firefighter and an arsonist.

We need to vote them all out and restore sane Democratic government.

He seems like a smart guy, but JFC, what a dick!

I don’t recall signing up for living in a dystopian sci-fi novel.

A snarling mass of vitriolic jackals

You would normally have to try pretty hard to self-incriminate this badly.

The Giant Orange Man Baby is having a bad day.

A fool as well as an oath-breaker.

Their freedom requires your slavery.

We can’t confuse what’s necessary to win elections with the policies that we want to implement when we do.

One way or another, he’s a liar.

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  7. 7.

    Anne Laurie

    @Gin & Tonic:

    I can’t figure out what it might have been an autocorrect *for*.

    Lanai, “a porch or veranda”. Usually, in my experience, a warm-climate version involving the sort of trellis / latticework that cats love climbing.

  9. 9.

    Adam L Silverman

    @MomSense: I was listening to Pompeo’s and Mnuchin’s press conference yesterday and Mnuchin mispronounced Hamas. As a result he announced that we have imposed the harshest sanctions ever on hummus.

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    J R in WV

    We fed the cats before we sat down to eat… Swordfish Tikka Masala and fresh corn on the cob. I let the the outdoor cat out just before we started eating dinner. Half way through dinner, outdoor cat, Spike for being SO sharp, started calling out on the front porch.

    it sounded a little odd, but I looked out and didn’t see anything odd about her, but when I opened the front door, she turned out to have a small short-tailed mousy rodent in her mouth, which is why she sounded odd calling out.

    It appeared to be quite dead when I grabbed her and she dropped it. So I held her down to the “dead” mouse and she grabbed it and I lifted her up and headed for the front door. She dropped it again, I held her down to the mouse, you get the picture.

    Anyway, right after she had a delux catfud dinner, she caught a mouse, also, too. Just now I let he back in, and she wandered around like she was looking for the mouse, which may not have been as dead as it looked.

    Cat and mouse, cruel game of fangs.

  16. 16.

    Gin & Tonic

    Thanks to all. Having never lived in a climate that would allow for one, I didn’t think of a lanai.

  21. 21.

    Anne Laurie

    @J R in WV: Vole, quite probably. Maybe Spike wanted to swap you fresh-caught vole for a little taste of swordfish!

    We have a minor, ongoing problem with voles invading the attached garage (which is a problem insofar as we tend to have magazines / pamphlets / paperwork ‘temporarily’ stored there, and they chew up the paper to make nests, which they poop in). On a couple of occasions, one of the little guys has made the mistake of wandering into the house… where they are promptly caught & dispatched by Piper, the ‘not especially smart’ cat, who hasn’t been outdoors since Hilary Rettig rescued him off a city street when he was barely six weeks old. Poor Piper usually loses his honest kill to the machinations of the ‘smart’ cat, Rocket, who actually spent time before he was rescued on the street, presumably *not* hunting, because he can never figure out what to do with the voles he steals from Piper… except wait for them to be taken away from him by alpha-bitch rescue dog Gloria. Who also can’t figure out how to dissect the sad little carcass… so she trades me a strip of chicken jerky for a now very spitty dead vole…

    The circle of life!

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    brettvk

    @J R in WV: Many years ago, I lived in a little shotgun house near one of the campuses of my town — rent was cheap and the landlord never counted my cats. One fine day I was in the living room reading when one of the cats started calling — in a peculiar muffled way — at the front door to be let in. Eyes on my book, I rose and let her in; when I looked down I realized the calling was muffled by the two fledgling pigeons she was clutching in her jaws. I screamed, she opened her mouth, and there were feathers everywhere. I got one of the squabs out and safe immediately but the other took refuge in the space heater (fortunately not operating at the time) and it took considerable dexterity to extract it. The cat was disgusted with me for a week.

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    VOR

    @brettvk: We used to have a pair of 20lb tomcats. Yes, they were chonks but also just plain big. Not good mousers though, because they were indoor cats from about 8 weeks old. Once we came home and somehow the two of them had cornered a mouse in our sunken living room. The living room floor was maybe about a 12″ step down with two sides full walls and two sides open. One cat sat on one open side with the other on the other open side. The mouse kept running back and forth between them. Each cat would track the mouse, swipe at it, and then watch it skitter away to the other cat. Finally I managed to capture the poor thing and released it back outside.

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    peej01

    When I was growing up, we had a tuxedo cat (cleverly named Mama Cat) who would go out hunting all the time. The problem was that she would bring her prey with her when she wanted to be let back into the house…and my father never seemed to notice that she had something in her mouth. Said something wasn’t always dead and would often get loose in the house (eek).

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