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Yes, Joe Biden is the Divisive One. Die On That Hill.

Yes, Joe Biden is the Divisive One. Die On That Hill.

  Y’know, if this does all fall apart, at least future generations will be able to easily distinguish between the first American Civil War and the Dumb one. Silver linings. Okay, we better get the documents thing out of the way first, because it’s all so stupid,...

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Liars, Lawyers, Laura Loomer, and…Listeria?

Liars, Lawyers, Laura Loomer, and…Listeria?

  How does it keep getting dumber and dumber every single week? Mathematically speaking, it shouldn’t be possible to get too terrifically much dumber than bragging about passing a cognitive test, or telling folks to inject disinfectant, but damned if we don’t...

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Crudités And Terrorism: Portrait of a Party Gone Mad

Crudités And Terrorism: Portrait of a Party Gone Mad

  So, I’ve never been a big slasher movie guy, are there ones where the Attractive Vacationing Youths find themselves locked up with, like, hordes of heavily-armed morons? Gibbering idiots, incapable of so much as processing objective reality, yet still imbued...

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Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Joe Manchin

Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Joe Manchin

  American politics is like some sort of warped nature show, about animals behaving in impossibly self-destructive ways that upset everything we believe about evolutionary survival instincts. You can almost hear the gobsmacked British narrator, wondering why on...

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The Hawley Scamper, and Other Fascist Dance Crazes

The Hawley Scamper, and Other Fascist Dance Crazes

  I’ve just learned we live not only in an era of rampant disinformation and ascendant fascism, but also, it would appear, to my chagrin and horror…the age of the Velveeta martini, and perhaps it’s time to pull the plug on the American experiment after all. I...

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I Hope Ruth Bader Ginsburg Haunts the Shit Out of These Assholes

I Hope Ruth Bader Ginsburg Haunts the Shit Out of These Assholes

  So, I was feeling kinda judgy about the latest cynical serving of Jurassic Product, you know, “you honestly expect me to believe they’d keep making dinosaurs after five movies’ worth of T-rex rampages” kind of stuff, but then I gave a moment’s passing thought...

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Maybe The Real Capitol Riot Is The Friends We Made Along The Way

Maybe The Real Capitol Riot Is The Friends We Made Along The Way

  I know I can’t be the only one out there who keeps the Hamilton cast recording on in the car, just as I’m surely not the only one who shouts “oh go fuck yourself” every time they get to the part that goes “look around, at how lucky we are to be alive right...

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Another Week at the Mercy of the Murderously Mediocre

Another Week at the Mercy of the Murderously Mediocre

  Keeping up with the news these days makes me feel like someone is using my skull for a vomitorium, at a party where somebody’s gross cousin brought really bad acid. Well, there’s no way that image didn’t whet your appetite, so I’ll take the liberty of assuming...

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Starving Babies is the Pro-Life Position, You See

Starving Babies is the Pro-Life Position, You See

  They were right, it truly is a mad, mad, mad, mad world; just not in a way that’s any fucking fun at all. Slap that title on a horror film? Yeah, that’s where we live. Not gonna sugarcoat this, friends, this one’s real, real gross. Before we dig in, big, fat...

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The Susan Collinsest Susan Collins That Ever Susan Collinsed

The Susan Collinsest Susan Collins That Ever Susan Collinsed

  Wooooooo…rough one this week, even by the weary, battered standards of the year two thousand twenty-two. Well, grab yourself a beer, or a whiskey, or a great big slice of cake, or, I dunno, your favorite tentacle porn video, whatever gets you goin’, and let’s...

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Ask Not at Whom the Pineapple Flies, Mr. Trump; It Flies at Thee

Ask Not at Whom the Pineapple Flies, Mr. Trump; It Flies at Thee

  I feel like there are two kinds of news stories these days: those demonstrating the catastrophic consequences of empowering the rageful nationalism sweeping through the global Right, and the ones about America’s Republican Party looking upon those consequences...

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