Day 383: In which when one isn’t looking to separate undocumented children from their parents or covering for power-drunk toddlermen, one does the tough work of protecting domestic abusers.

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Day 380: In which the only knee this hastily-put-together hate merchant takes is the one when he kneels down to pick up that second box of spilled chicken wings.

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Day 379: In which a pissant promotes a pittance and the see their windfall roll in.

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Day 368: In which Foghorn Jeffhorn hopes the role of the coy, forgetful elf-dandy keeps the special counsel spectre at bay.

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Day 345: Happy New Year’s all! Here’s to hoping it’s a happier and healthier one for (almost) everyone.

17 24

Day 342: In which one sees the rain, tells California not to sweat those fake news wildfires because droughts are over, believe me.

12 20

Day 292: In which one’s understanding of freedom of the press is rivaled only by their understanding of how govt works.

13 21

Day 278: In which one has to learn the “best words” somewhere.

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DY 266.1: In which one was hoping for Thousand Island instead.

21 27

Day 242: In which it's high time for this Pravda pancake to flip.

13 19

Day 226.1: Fantasy and paranoia duke it out for a 6ft toddler's attention.

12 17

Day 205: The hate soufflé is given a finger wag but the ingredients are A-OK.

16 20

Day 176: In which apparently Russian spies are a forgettable lot.

9 16