Much fuss about this. I’ll mention in passing that at the same age, my daughter was awarded “Most Likely To Conceive.” Not that she was a slut… oh wait, who am I kidding?

Even more fuss about this. The thing I hate most about progs and the press is that they make me feel sympathetic toward that slug occupying the White House.

I’m… speechless about this. Snowflakes get more and more delicate. If they were in my research group, they’d melt and vaporize in nanoseconds.

This does NOT happen in my research group. A deeply weird story.

This is TDS writ large. “Democrats argue the fact that Gianforte didn’t win by 20 precentage points like President Donald Trump did in November shows voters are fed up with the President and the Republican agenda. They say Montana’s election — like races in Georgia and Kansas — is a bad omen for Republicans heading into 2018.” I’m reminded of this song.

As I get more and more depressed about Trump continuing Obama’s war-boner policies and proving himself no different than the Hildebeast, I listen to this, one of my favorite anti-war songs. I’m sure that if I asked the singer, he’d have blissfully blocked the Team Blue guilt from his mind, but hey, the song is still great. For those of you with more electric tastes, I offer this gem.

And now I’m going to drive home, crack open a bottle, give SP the high hard one, then sleep for the next three days.