As it turns out, I was not the only Hillary supporter grieving over her loss to the Cheeto Bandito by immersing herself in Christmas movies. It wasn’t as if we could stand to watch cable news, the same bastards who savaged her and ignored Trump’s endless conflicts of interest. So Hallmark and Lifetime seemed like realistic…
Yet another surface that when scratched, reveals a toxic load of corrosive misogyny…
Escaping schmuck for schmaltz is navigating Scylla and Charybdis.
Scylla has been dead for almost a year, and they still haven’t OK’d a successor.
Nearly two months now. When will I stop feeling rage?
I literally have to pray about what I hope happens to Vladimir Putin (Pumpkinhead is merely the puppet, so I merely despise Pumpkinhead). I hate Putin with the passion of a thousand burning suns. I hope when Putin dies, he is judged by Rod Serling.
I have to pray for forgiveness, I mean.