Come for the politics, stay for the snark.

Insiders who complain to politico: please report to the white house office of shut the fuck up.

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

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

You don’t get to peddle hatred on saturday and offer condolences on sunday.

Come for the politics, stay for the snark.

The fundamental promise of conservatism all over the world is a return to an idealized past that never existed.

And now I have baud making fun of me. this day can’t get worse.

You cannot shame the shameless.

Some judge needs to shut this circus down soon.

A thin legal pretext to veneer over their personal religious and political desires.

Lick the third rail, it tastes like chocolate!

I did not have this on my fuck 2025 bingo card.

Jack be nimble, jack be quick, hurry up and indict this prick.

We will not go back.

This chaos was totally avoidable.

There are a lot more evil idiots than evil geniuses.

They fucked up the fucking up of the fuckup!

Republicans are the party of chaos and catastrophe.

Republicans firmly believe having an abortion is a very personal, very private decision between a woman and J.D. Vance.

It’s easy to sit in safety and prescribe what other people should be doing.

It’s a good piece. click on over. but then come back!!

“Loving your country does not mean lying about its history.”

Every reporter and pundit should have to declare if they ever vacationed with a billionaire.

Let’s bury these fuckers at the polls 2 years from now.

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  1. 1.

    cain

    She may not like you, Cole. But I know she loves you for taking care of her. When her previous owners abandoned her, you were there. She knew at that point that you were the one for her when she leaped into your seat.

  2. 2.

    Plain Dave

    How can she like you if you’re insufficiently submissive?  She has needs you know.

  4. 4.

    Aleta

    @?BillinGlendaleCA: Once a beaver showed up at this swimming pond on an island where I used to work, and began taking down the birch trees.  No one had any idea how s/he got there (unless brought by someone?)  ave the remaining trees s/he was trapped, put in a boat and dropped off on another island …

  9. 9.

    lumpkin

    It’s just so weird living with a dog for ten years who doesn’t like you.

    Trust me. It’s better than living with a human who doesn’t like you.

  11. 11.

    CaseyL

    Does Rosie like anybody?  Have you ever seen how she is with persons she likes?

    I mean, maybe she likes you plenty, and being a bitch, so to speak, is her way of showing it.

  13. 13.

    Mary G

    @CaseyL: Rosie loves John’s father, who  doesn’t approve of all the cursing on the blog, so she’s snubbing John.

  15. 15.

    Amir Khalid

    That’s an eclecric mix of pet personalities: the prim and ladylike Lily, the exuberant Thurston, the inperious Steve, and Rose who keeps to herself. I do think John Cole has the makings of a sitcom.

  18. 18.

    low-tech cyclist

    They totally do not care that I am trying to clean and water the plants:

    If my felines at least stay out of the way while I’m trying to get shit done, I call that a win.

  19. 19.

    WaterGirl

    I see part of Rosie.  And of course Lily and Steve.  Where are you guys seeing Thurston?

    edit: Ah, I just stumbled on the first pet pic post that John wrote. Mystery solved.

  20. 20.

    BigJimSlade

    @?BillinGlendaleCA:  A few miles up the trail from Twin Lakes (near Bridgeport, past Mono Lake) is Barney Lake – I camped there one night, 30ish years ago at the beginning of a backpack trip. There was a beaver there plying its trade near the outlet of the lake. So that’s the closest I can come to confirmation of beavers in Owens Valley…

  22. 22.

    Another Scott

    @Aleta: I saw a beaver in a neighbor’s yard a few blocks over (on the creek) a few years ago.  I was astounded by how big it was.  Must have been around 60-70 pounds or so.  Big honking thing.  Just munching away on something at twilight.  Seeing them on TV it’s hard to get perspective on how big things are in real life.

    And how much bigger they were in olden times.

    Kinda like that looming willow tree…

    Cheers,
    Scott.

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