Not one to be outdone by let them eat cake, yeah? A noble effort

Can’t talk about controversial TV endings without mentioning St. Elsewhere. For a long time this show had the most infamous. The big reveal that the entire run of the show took place in the mind of an autistic boy with a snow globe was not a hit with fans and remains an object lesson in how to rug-pull your fan base.

The point of pretending to change the name of the department was so Petey could pretend to be a big tough warrior in front of all the army guys.

It’s theatrics and make-believe, because Republicans live in a fantasy of their own imagination

Fucking disgraceful

He just wants his name on something, because Obamacare

Coffee and oatmeal, coffee and pancakes, coffee and eggs, coffee and cereal, coffee and scone, coffee and waffles, or coffee and breakfast burrito.

Sometimes I’ll get a cappuccino with oat milk because I’m lactose Intolerant.

It’s precisely because you don’t bring your phone into the shower that allows your mind to wander and make novel connections which you may then share later.

Sweating is OP

Cool. I’ll be sure and be way more specific and accurate when I make my next glib comment on the internet.

Hospital bills. I guess some of y’all have some kinda universal health care? Wild. Here, illnesses can lead to bankruptcy. Cool. Yeah.

Here’s the monologue on youtube.

I’m with y’all not giving Disney a cent going forward, I unsubbed a long time ago, but fuck me this is gonna piss off Trump and that makes me giggle.

This would be a non-starter where I work and employees would sue for discrimination. Rightly so.

We thrive on diversity. It’s crucial for customer service.

Normally, I’d agree with your dad. And I mostly still do. I’m not quite sure how this stacks up against previous crises. I have no doubt, for example, the Cuban Missile Crisis was pants-shittingly terrifying. But we don’t have firm hands on the rudders here to steer us back from the brink of madness.

We’ve discarded the Constitution. We’re disregarding rule of law. We’ll survive, in all likelihood, persevere, in some fashion. What I’m afraid of is what we lose - who we lose - in this nightmare timeline.

I won’t miss Charlie Kirk. I’m sad for the people who were there and witnessed a horrific public murder. I am exhausted and numbed to all this gun violence and I’m especially tired of the right wing bullshit about gun rights. I’m confounded and baffled by the bizarre depths of alt-right internet subculture. I’m profoundly disappointed and disillusioned by the state of the United States, but neither am I the least bit shocked. I fear for the deeper divide the next generation faces as fanatical parents drive their children to extremism as others quietly steer theirs towards acceptance, empathy, and inclusiveness.

Charlie Kirk was objectively a garbage human being. I will not mourn him. But nobody should be fucking murdered. The violence and hatred coming from the right is fucking insane and intolerable. We’re being led by sycophants, liars, sociopaths, and incompetent grifters hell bent on upending the entire structure of our ordered existence so they can rebuild it into something nightmarish and dystopian. We’re in the endgame now. The Democrats do not have a time machine.

Of course he does. Pile the sins upon the scape goat before you exile it from the village.

All he wants is for his people to do some revenge for him against those who reject him. So yeah he’ll stoke that flame.

We are already living under a vengeful president’s regime. America rejected him once, and he never stopped bitching about it. But you don’t get to reject a narcissist. So he’s taking it out on the people that did so.

All this killing does is give his sycophants a little more fuel on the bonfire of fear they’ve been stoking since 9/11. Who are they declaring war on? We don’t even know who did this. It’s always a fucking war with these whiny piss baby conservatives. It changes nothing.

Reagan declared war on America forty-five fucking years ago.

I don’t smoke, can’t stand the smell. I did try when I was a lad, it didn’t take. I even tried clove cigs for a bit.

Took me a lot longer with alcohol. Family history and trauma put me off trying until much later in life. But I’ve since developed a particular taste for red ales, rich bold stout, fruity cocktails, hard ciders, and a number of complex spirits.

I had to shed that restrictive upbringing and get more in touch with my own tastes, which turned out to be surprisingly broad and nuanced.

Doesn’t understand, also doesn’t care. Coal and oil paid for his loyalty.

And naturally, a household will be defined as a straight, married, white Christian family.