Attorney. General. Matt. Gaetz.
Nothing means anything anymore. Don’t wait for society to topple from above. Start now. Leave restroom keys behind on the sink. Set all radio presets to the metal stations. Trap squirrels and release them in Target.
It’s still fuzzy on what the perfect schadenfreude is going to look like once this new machine is up and running but right now I want my mom to get arrested by US Marshals every time her Medicare automatically renews.
Two weeks now since Election Day and I’m still feeling annihilated. I’m not sad and I’m not angry. I knew this was coming. I could see it everywhere I spent time over the past year and a half. I could see it in the yards, in the storefronts, in the parking lots. I overheard it…
Now that his dreams have been realized and he feels amazing but also his business has been reduced to a shell of itself and has been evicted from its warehouse, his reputation is a punchline, and he’s broke and unable to pay his legal fees while several defamation suits remain unresolved, and there are no…
The biggest hesitation with listening to Mace and Greene complain about who uses which Capitol restroom is that it requires me to first imagine either of them in the bathroom at all, doing whatever the fuck it is they do that makes them so desperate to never be walked in on at all, by anyone…
I’m soaking up these last normal runs at quaint holiday tradition for the next four years. It’s just damn sweet to have a turkey pardoning or tree lighting or Easter egg roll with nothing but a warm message and not some treatise on victimhood or a whole string of invective about enemies. It’s the little…
Heads are spinning so hard at the severity of Trump’s appointments that I’m not seeing any real conversation at all about his 57% stake in a publicly traded media platform where he will be posting as President of the United States, can dictate reality to his followers, throttle criticism, and ban dissent. It’s not just…