Day 776: Meanwhile we’re all Trapped In Trump’s Closet with more skeletons than Arlington.

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Day 755: In which a Nationalist Embarrassment declares a National Emergency but he could have gone either way, no biggie, believe me.

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Day 673: Decorum rules from the Pussy Grabbing Administration.

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Day 558.1: Fancy book-learning is for coastal elite livin’ zeppelin merchants.

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Day 547: In which a stable genius prefers his questions in the vein of a Highlights Magazine word jumble.

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Day 539: In which it’s a good thing for this man-sized sack of sun-bleached kangaroo meat that his supporters are basically the Eric Trumps of deductive reasoning.

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Guys please be civil and nicer to bigots and enablers of their primitive ideology ok thanks

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Day 522: In which a bunch of hungry Bigotry Enablers just wanna eat their lunches in peace without owning their shit, man.

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Day 502: In which a dirty-dealing dummy’s disinterest in his country’s history is rivaled only by his disinterest in his country’s people.

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Day 454: Making up for not getting one out yesterday, Foghorn Jeffhorn feeling the perjurious pinch of other people’s paranoia.

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Day 452: In which when times are tough and your ambulance chaser is under criminal investigation, play the reliable, bigoted-bugle-blowing hits.

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Day 429: In which one faces the Sophie’s Choice of Cowards: hide from pupils or porn stars?#resist

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Day 423: In which the inside of an abandoned mattress wearing a repossessed-yacht-sized suit still wants you to know he has very much nothing to hide.

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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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