I’m doing so well just believing the opposite of whatever he says.

The first spam email was sent in 1978. It’s been downhill since.

He’s the septic skeptic.

Narrator: Where will you be when the amphetamine wears off?

Have the banned buzkashi yet?

Taliban is going to have to ban a bunch of stuff, because people who get a rush from gambling will gamble on anything.

Whoa. Dude’s getting Kremlin leadership level numbers.

TY! Do want.

But apart from the whole Foreign Emoluments Clause of the US Constitution, he’s going to pay the taxes and duties on it, right? RIGHT?

Doomscrolling to my birth year, and still no jet pack.

Plunging toward oblivion while happily screaming, “10,000’ so far so good, 5,000’ so far so good…”

Librarians are pretty chill, unless you’re a loud talker hehe

The way the tissue regenerated was miraculous, wasn’t it? No ragged gaps, no scar tissue…

Hmm, that requires Deep Thought.

Jesus saves, Satan invests.

“Sometimes, a balloon knot is just a balloon knot.” Emrys Freud, Sigmund’s duller brother.

Psst, covfe.fe is available. Pass it on.

Ah yes, good old dependency.

On October 18, 2016, less than a month before the Presidential election, FBI head James Comey decided to reopen the Buttery Males investigation. Male or female, that maneuver blew the campaign out of the water. If Trump learned anything from Roy Cohn, it was to win at any cost. https://youtu.be/mYMA3-ET4Ow?t=113 (I’m new, if YT links to PBS content aren’t permitted I’ll take it down)

Was he ever cognitively there?

If it were not for his mental decline, he would not have gained the populist support of so many uneducated or uninformed people. Back when Trump was young and sharp the average New Yorker couldn’t stand him.

Years ago he was smart, fast, crooked, and completely devoid of ethics or morals. He has an instinct for self-preservation equaled only by New York City’s most vicious, flesh-eating rats. Those traits were imparted by a ruthless father and honed by a cold-blooded mentor.

But time has the final word, and J. D. Vance is waiting in the wings like a pudgy undertaker with a bereaved expression on his face and a twinkle in his eye.