Wouldn't it be better if we crushed it underfoot, really grinding it into the ground?

The Orange Shitweasel is going to be cleaning his neck mangina

Phony Mace and Phony Face

I really hate to ask this, as it makes me a Luddite or a techno-ignoramus. I've been on here for months and I do not know how to read and find other people's comments. Folks have no problem reading my comments, but how can I see how others have responded to those postings I have also responded to?

"De plane of perverts! De plane of perverts!"

No! Don't think about that! Think happy thoughts....like the Orange Shitweasel falling into an open sewer and being devoured by rats and....NO! Those are the WRONG type of happy thoughts! (Man, this is harder than I thought....police.)

Nor I, as I worry about karma. If I wish ill on a person, I worry it will come back to me, with interest. But these people want me to discard my humanity and start sharpening the knives. Oh, for an errant piece of space junk to fall out of orbit and come hurtling down upon them in a flaming mass.

I got some good news and some bad news. The good news is the Trump Administration is holding a contest for the next Secretary of Defense. All you have to do is write in 25 words or less why you would make choice. The bad news is you also have to enclose 5 Jack Daniels labels.

President Donald Trump said on Thursday he believed President Vladimir Putin would "keep his word" if a deal is reached with Russia to end its invasion of Ukraine. How stupid is this Orange Shitweasel? I mean, how stick-bone, stone-swamp, gator-ass stupid is this cellulite-riddled toe sucker?

Well, I commented we were going back to the 50s....the 1850s, which meant I guess we revive the Dred Scott Decision, but the latest moves show we not only are going to revive Plessy v Ferguson (separate but equal, what a joke), but I suppose Brown vs Board of Education gets looked at again...

The Curate's Egg. This is an old joke and I heard it as: A timid Curate goes to the Bishop's house for breakfast and is served a rotten egg, but says nothing, lest he offend the Bishop. At breakfast's end, the Bishop goes, "How was your egg?" The Curate responds, "Parts of it were edible."

If you haven't noticed this, all the Orange Shitweasel wants is to 'claim victory'. That is important, not the results. If Ukraine is absorbed into Russia, that's OK, as Cadet Bone Spurs ended the war. The budget got balanced, even though 500,000 federal employees were let go. In for the win.

It appears the GOP is making a world that never existed, a world of Ozzie and Harriet or Father Knows Best, where the only Blacks you saw were maids or janitors, the only (barely) acceptable Hispanic was Ricky Ricardo and the only time you could be gay was when you donned your gay apparel at Xmas.