It's his insistence that history remember him that makes me wonder what villainy a cornered, amoral gent like him would set in motion to wriggle out of his numerous kerfuffles.

In my drinking days, I had a ritual of hitting Mickey Deez on the way home for a couple McRibs to inhale before I crashed. A old girlfriend who worked in the "health food" industry sent me a list of what eactly is contained in a single McRib pattie, not McDonald's somewhat "incomplete" ingredient list. I haven't had another McRib since. Processed food isn't really food anymore, m'kay?

The conflict in Ukraine has revealed that without being able to saber-rattle their nuclear detergent, Rusian military prowess--despite their numerical hegemony in men and material--currently is being held in a perpetual stalemate by a mob of plucky volunteers and drone enthusiasts.

I've read conspicuous alcohol consumption is yet another checked box on the voluminouslist of "colorful facets" of the Russian culture. Mean drunks gotta mean drunk, eh?

I see it as a lame, transparent attempt to yell Squirrel! in a crowded theatre. It's official...we are indeed now living in "interesting times." Lucky us.

I'll be sooo disappointed if there's no cage match, as I really want to see them both sporting wrestling tights and goofy face masks. Sounds like another TrumpCo promotion to me.

The front came through central AZ last night. Wind blew all my deck furniture into my neighbor's backyard, including a 125+lb BBQ prep table.

Extrapolate...your point eludes me somewhat.

"Picture this..."

There's something vaguely insidious about the way Ms. Kelly likes to lamprey herself onto stories where there's ample opportunity to glean click$ by always proffering a contrary position, no matter how preposterous. Media creatures should be belled like cats.

It was claimed Charlie Kirk's murderer was of the Groyper persuasion. Notice how that story vanished from the newscycle with no...notice? I don't know about you fools, but this timeline is really beginning to suck. It's like I'm in a old Twilight Zone episode stuck on repeat.

So juicy...The Epstein Emails have revealed a giggle-packed yarn that claims the real dirt Putin has on Trump is "photographic" evidence of Trump --------- Bill Clinton. All snickering aside, I still have my doubts the ENTIRE "Epstein Files" will ever see the light of day. Given the stakes, you just gotta know that rabbit hole is bottomless.

Re: #10...It is my understanding that the Situation Room is the only location in the WH where there is tech in place that guarantees no surreptitious audio signal broadcast or recording is possible. Whatever deal they tried to grease her with is known only to the invited participants. It actually surprised me she stuck to her guns.

I find myself as of late, simultaneously wondering and dreading when the other foot in this creeping dystrophian timeline, will inevitably fall.

If it's all the same to you, I would prefer our immigration enforcement NOT be executed by %#?! vigilantes. Don't tell me tis gaggle of badge buffers has been granted real Color of Authority.

I'm quite sure his throne will be made from whatever gold is left in Ft. Knox. He's building the structure to hold his coronation in, bannered trumpets and all!

It's his future throne room.

The game was rigged the moment they drove the Golden Spike.

You know...if this keeps up, we're going to run out of outrages to normalize. I love how Ol' JD conspicuously kept referring to them as "kids," despite the median age of these twinky brownshirts is probably early '30s.

There will come a day when the faces behind the masks, and their names that forever will shame them, will be known. Whether something is actually done about it, is another matter entirely.

These aren't the same buckaroos who habitually crash Grindr at big Reichwing confabs, are they? They all seem to have this subtle hint of a little sugar in their shoes.

She justified it as a everyday facet of "farm life." Hmm...her casual barbarism just rubbed me the wrong way.

The files will never be released. He'll play his shiny new Insurrection Card, martial law and all, just to keep any provenance of his perversions from ever seeing the light of day.

I keep circling back to the fact that she made no effort to re-home the allegedly "untrainable" pooch, instead insisting on brutally executing the undoubtedly confused and frightened creature for the crime of simply being a dog.

I call on every stoner on the West Coast to gather in Portland to follow the troops around and keep offering them joints and bong hits. We could call it The Great Portland Smoke-In. My condolences to those who dwell in less permissive states.