Lock Him Up…
I need Agent Orange to go away for good…Now! I can’t handle any more responsibility.
I need Agent Orange to go away for good…Now! I can’t handle any more responsibility.
Liar, liar pants on fire. Honestly, who can you believe these days?!
Lately, I feel as if I am residing in a Third World country.
Kelly, my favorite all-time babysitter, gifted attorney and fabulous mom, recently posted an article on Facebook entitled, Debt-ridden, tattooed, college-educated women are destined to die.
I have no words. Okay, I do. Agent Orange is a ticking time bomb.
Philadelphia Eagles….hate ’em, but this week not so much.
I just want to bitch slap the First Daughter/Wife.
Watching the news, you realize how much hatred there is in this world. Much is motivated by religious and racial bias.
‘Splain me, Lucy. I just don’t understand this administration’s policy goals.
When I was a kid, I loved Flash Cards. My mom would test my alphabet and addition acumen employing these visuals. Sadly, Flash Cards went the way of Cliff Notes. I just learned that flash cards have been resurrected to inform Agent Orange about the state of the world, boiling down key issues to 2…
People outside the good ole US of A have stopped coming to Crazytown.
The Time Has Come… This is what democracy looks like.
Stayed up until 4am to follow the Conor Lamb race. Are you kidding me?
I’m tired. Just experienced another MSNBC marathon.
Conflict Non-resolution “I like conflict.”
Motivated by the absurd, I am presently job surfing opportunities in the Dumpster’s Administration.
33,000 people die every year from guns in America. The United States government does nothing.
I like to think that I have original thoughts.
The world knows that Melania Trump, a virginal vision in white, was chauffeured Trumpless to the State of the Union.
I just cannot erase a Saturday Night Live skit from my consciousness.