No matter what happens next, I experienced joy for a few minutes this morning. I have not experienced joy for so long. I do not remember the last time I experienced joy. I'm actually having chest pains.
Like, we all know that state lotteries are just a tax on the poor. We all know that buying a Powerball ticket is akin to lighting a five dollar bill on fire, and that the odds of winning are so microscopic that they're not even worth considering. But some people buy the ticket for the fun of the fantasy. The fleeting thought of "What if..." Seeing that first number or two match and thinking, "Oh my god, this could change everything, and life would no longer be a painful slow march of agony towards inevitable but welcome death..."
That's what it felt like for five minutes this morning. For five minutes this morning I had the first two numbers of the Powerball drawing. I know that the rest of the numbers won't match, but motherfucker, I. FELT. JOY.
Trump is in terrible shape and is old, so even though he'll literally have the best medical care possible, I'm concerned he gets really knocked out by this and gets 25th Amendment'd or even dies and we get Pence riding a wave of sympathy and blandness to the Presidency. THIS WAS THE FIRST THING I THOUGHT OF AND I FUCKING HATE MYSELF THAT NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, THESE ASSHOLES HAVE MADE ME ALWAYS THINK ABOUT HOW WE ARE ALL FUCKED ALWAY!
To all the "concerned dems" praying for him, fuck outta here. Everyone else, feel totally justified in basking in this shitgibbon's misery. I hope he croaks!
I don't know why but there are 2 things I can't stop thinking about -- one is the unabashed schadenfreude I feel thinking about the attendees of his Bedminster Golf Club fundraiser that was held yesterday and how much whiplash their fucking delusions of immortality is causing; two is that the people who were scheduled to meet with him or go to fundraisers or whatever the next few days literally dodged a bullet.
Re: number 6, the *only* reason to think this might be a lie is because it would be an extremely stupid thing to fake Trump having COVID, and trump can always be counted on to do the dumbest possible thing at any moment while thinking he’s brilliant.
Today I woke up and thought about how there is now a suitably decent chance that our big wet president ends up shitting himself to death while choking on his own fluids, and I smiled a big fucking smile.
This might be my favorite meme so far that I've seen: https://pbs.twimg.com/media/EjUzy8FVoAA431k?format=jpg&name=medium
No matter what happens next, I experienced joy for a few minutes this morning. I have not experienced joy for so long. I do not remember the last time I experienced joy. I'm actually having chest pains.
Like, we all know that state lotteries are just a tax on the poor. We all know that buying a Powerball ticket is akin to lighting a five dollar bill on fire, and that the odds of winning are so microscopic that they're not even worth considering. But some people buy the ticket for the fun of the fantasy. The fleeting thought of "What if..." Seeing that first number or two match and thinking, "Oh my god, this could change everything, and life would no longer be a painful slow march of agony towards inevitable but welcome death..."
That's what it felt like for five minutes this morning. For five minutes this morning I had the first two numbers of the Powerball drawing. I know that the rest of the numbers won't match, but motherfucker, I. FELT. JOY.
Trump is in terrible shape and is old, so even though he'll literally have the best medical care possible, I'm concerned he gets really knocked out by this and gets 25th Amendment'd or even dies and we get Pence riding a wave of sympathy and blandness to the Presidency. THIS WAS THE FIRST THING I THOUGHT OF AND I FUCKING HATE MYSELF THAT NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, THESE ASSHOLES HAVE MADE ME ALWAYS THINK ABOUT HOW WE ARE ALL FUCKED ALWAY!
To all the "concerned dems" praying for him, fuck outta here. Everyone else, feel totally justified in basking in this shitgibbon's misery. I hope he croaks!
I don't know why but there are 2 things I can't stop thinking about -- one is the unabashed schadenfreude I feel thinking about the attendees of his Bedminster Golf Club fundraiser that was held yesterday and how much whiplash their fucking delusions of immortality is causing; two is that the people who were scheduled to meet with him or go to fundraisers or whatever the next few days literally dodged a bullet.
Also can't stop loving Mary Trump -- https://twitter.com/MaryLTrump/status/1312026299981074432
Re: number 6, the *only* reason to think this might be a lie is because it would be an extremely stupid thing to fake Trump having COVID, and trump can always be counted on to do the dumbest possible thing at any moment while thinking he’s brilliant.
Today I woke up and thought about how there is now a suitably decent chance that our big wet president ends up shitting himself to death while choking on his own fluids, and I smiled a big fucking smile.
Is anyone else impressed that someone didn't try to bury this at 5 pm on a Friday?
I have a "friend" that works for a Republican Senator. I reached out to ask what it's like working for a terrorist organization. No reply yet.
Merry Christmas everyone
dude you don't owe rachael maddow any respect
The president's broke ass should apply for Obamacare while he can.
I'm praying to all the demons in hell that trump's gonna croak from it, and also, that biden caught it from him at the debate
Can we please organize the people of the world into meditating/visualizing/praying on Trump not making out of Walter Reed alive? Like immediately?
LOL is right! His karma ran over his dogma. Crack open the hydroxychloroquine.
They might be asking if Biden will suspend campaigning bc he was exposed to Trump at the debate for 90 minutes