Trump seems more angry about being called a fascist than having armed people slip by Secret Service.

A bug flew up my nose today. It apparently has moved in, taken over, and is the boss of me.

Falling asleep on tv….Trump has a major problem that makeup and a combover won’t fix.

More people are standing up to Trump. It’s about damn time!

I can appreciate the connections between The Boys and Supernatural.

I fully support a bill that would regulate Presidential pardons-number, criteria, application process….

I am never going to be so adult that I can resist vocalizing into spinning fan blades, because that is always fun.

If MAGA is starting to suspect that Trump is the anti-Christ, they might finally be seeing what I have known for decades.

I need a lot more chocolate if I am gonna deal with this many jerks.

Me, forwarding my client an email that I sent to a condescending male attorney: Was I snotty enough? Consensus was that the snot level was perfection.

There was an estate sale yesterday at a neighbor’s home. He had been in poor health, but it was the wife who passed away suddenly. It’s always weird to see a life together reduced to price tags and strangers acquiring your things. There was an homage to all things golf. Collect wisely, friends.

If 18 year olds can automatically be registered for the draft, that shows how easily all citizens could be registered to vote.

I hope that this moon mission increases interest in math and science. All the cool kids will want to be astronauts.

I am happy to report that there was absolutely no political discussion at all. No MAGA talk, no mention of Trump. Just a blessed good time. Miraculous!

I will be at an Easter gathering with many MAGA. In past years, there was much praise of Trump. Somehow I think they might focus on other—and distinctly more pleasant—topics. Perhaps even Jesus and his teachings.

Most of us don’t get universally mocked when we get fired. MAGA thinks it comes with the territory.

Gotta say…I held my breath until Artemis II was safely away. It’s hard being part of the Challenger generation.

Chocolate and dogs make my life worth living, but they are dangerous to each other. It’s good they have me in common.

If we all wish for something at the same time, maybe it will work.

I saw Project Hail Mary today. Rocky deserves a Best Supporting Actor nod. I enjoyed the movie, and I give it a thumbs up. Go see it!!

We could purchase data centers and convert them to farmland…

Two police dogs at two separate airports have reportedly bitten ICE agents. There are a lot more tasty agents for other good dogs to sample.

I would support a law that no member of congress would receive a salary, and Secret Service protection would be rescinded for the president during a government shutdown.

If I were a TSA employee, every Republican in Congress would be subjected to the most stringent and humiliating screening forever. And my baggage handling friends would helpfully redirect their luggage to obscure locations.

I might be a lot of things, but I sure as hell am not Republican, thank God.

A restaurant asked Sarah Huckabee Sanders to leave. The entire state of Arkansas wouldn’t mind if she did…

I feel really ancient asking this, but it’s okay to go to bed at 7 p.m., right?

Some people need to wear slick soled shoes and run up and down snaggle-toothed escalators.

I am wearing green today, because I am a pallid and befreckled redhead of Irish descent.

Maybe Trump should start realizing that there was a reason that America—when it was smart and rational—did not interfere with oil shipment lanes.

Tornado sirens just went off in my area. I chose to keep my pants and bra on until the all-clear happened.

I suspect that when he who shall not be named dies, his cult will paint their faces orange in mourning and demand that statues be placed everywhere in his honor.

Sometimes the attorney on the other side is just as vexed with his client as you are, and you can see him smile a bit when you eviscerate the guy.

Trump making his underlings wear shoes that he approved could only be worse if he handed them his own used footwear, lifts not included.

It is Women’s History Month. You can contribute to all women without being famous. Lift other women up, sing their praises, and lead with your heart!

Hell plays hold music nonstop. Hell makes you wear shirts with itchy tags at both the neck and the waist. Hell puts you in a room with your most obnoxious exes. Hell gives you a painful zit in a different location each day. When Hell decides to make you miserable, it has ideas beyond brimstone.

I moved into a 1917 era house. It’s all white inside. Every. Single. Wall. It makes me uncomfortable, like a Siberian storm of paint. I also am feeling pressure to pick just the right colors to bring it all to life, like when Dorothy sees Oz.

Kristi Noem might be humiliated at her public firing by Trump, but she should be glad that he didn’t shoot her in the face for being untrainable.

The interesting thing about the election in Arkansas is that several people that Sarah Huckabee Sanders supported got totally spanked. She should be worried about her own political neck.

If Barron Trump were so inclined, he could take advantage of his dual citizenship and skedaddle to Slovenia, where there is no mandatory draft.

When is Congress going to reclaim its constitutional authority and make Trump stay in his lane?

Melania in front of a Congressional committee: I am not knowing anyone named Jeffrey. Have you noticed my shoes? I love my shoes!

I am glad that I will never have to listen to an in person address by Trump.

Anyone who is serious about being an assassin knows where the target is at all times, according to the movies I’ve seen.

You know an outcome in court is fair if both sides are pissed off.

Men who fall asleep in under a minute marry women who toss and turn for hours. Those men are lucky not to be suffocated by a pillow nightly.

The first time you see a description of someone *younger* than you as “elderly” is a new kind of pain.

Every day there is more horror movie type stuff coming out about Epstein and his cronies. Hell itself doesn’t want to be associated with this level of evil.

You are lovable. You deserve the biggest Valentine’s card in the pack, with all the glitter. That special card is all for you.

You are never prepared for the death of your mother.