ron desantis sounds like an angry teenager trying to explain to his mom why his socks are so crusty and also how dare she check his socks

Tim scott: I too will pronounce it fentanol because I trust the angry shrieky violent bobble head

Ron desantis wants to kill “fentanol” smugglers at the border

vivek ramu belongs in a late night fox news show nowhere close to government

I didn’t think vivek ramu would be a more annoying performative jackass on TV than he looks in his photos but he somehow managed it

has ron desantis always been this shrieky? I’ve only been witness to his head bobbling around silently

they said Tim scott had an optimistic aura. guys just an off the shelf fascist like everybody else in the room other than Chris Christie

lol vivek ramu looks and sounds like a cartoon character. I’m embarrassed for all Indians

donald doesn’t realize the sheer number of democrats who will watch the GOP debate just to watch 1 not donald 2 ron desantis’s head bobble and eventually fall off when asked to define woke 3 vivek ramu babble incoherently and 4 Chris Christie tear everybody a third one

do these insurrectionist shitballs not realize, the only people who grin in their mug shot are cartoon villains and pablo escobar

donald wants a civil war but the only civil war he’s gonna get is inside his adult diapers (between his diarrhea, toadstool dick and shriveled balls)

sidney powell arrested. happy insurrectionist accountability day to everyone who celebrates

i know my dog doesnt have a medical degree but i still wonder what he knows about the human body that makes him more concerned about my sneezes than my coughs

welcome to the trump felon conga line, rudolph the red nose fucknugget

25 years ago this day i discovered america. along with a courageous band of pioneers i soared over the seven seas and landed a Delta airlines plane in what the locals called jay eff kay, likely named after a river or some kind of native tree. its been fun colonizing this wilderness with indian food

congratulations to indian prime minister narendra modi for personally landing a spaceship on the moon and building a giant statue of mars on it

standing in line for the porta potty at our local summer park concert in Lansdale.

couple behind me was audibly contemplating my shirt.

finally the guy taps me on my shoulder and says, “sir could we see the front of your shirt”?

me, thinking it’s an odd request but sure. I twirl around.

guy, squinting at my shirt: “book mill, Montague MA”.

me: best book store in the world.

woman: the back of your shirt says “books you don’t need in a place you can’t find” and we were wondering if it had anything to do with the whole book ban controversy crap.

the school boards around my suburban Philly town are currently rife with book bans enforced by anti LGBTQ fascists led by the ghastly “moms for liberty” neo nazi club.

me, pointing at my shirt: well this place certainly doesn’t ban books.

from their reaction it was hard to judge if they were for or against the book-banning fascists.

anyways, if you’re ever in western Massachusetts please visit the book mill in Montague. I promise you, it’s worth it.

how much time until waltine “walt” nauta switches lawyers and flips as well

1: lol he’s toastier than toast 2: lol are you fucking kidding me

i fucking hate chris christie more than covid but i am very much looking forward to him lighting everyone’s ass on fire tomorrow during the gop debate

the other day while on vacation we were puttering around in a sweet antique shop in the tiny historic village of Fitzwilliam in southern New Hampshire. we had just visited the local farmers market and we had some time to kill before we were due at a wedding reception in northern Massachusetts.

while puttering inside the shop on my own (my wife putters separately from me since she is interested in different things) I found a cool “Ruppert knickerbockers” beer tray from the early 20th century, apparently the best selling American beer of its time according to Google, and a liberty bell miniature from 1975. after paying for them, we were just about to leave but then I noticed a “cross stitch sampler” hanging on the wall for sale. it had been made in 1917 so that, in itself, was very cool. and then I suddenly remembered how, as a school kid in India, we used to have a craft class where we were taught how to make cross stitched handkerchiefs. my parents back in India likely still have my creation from that class that they hopefully show everyone who visits them. I was very proud of this handkerchief because of all the blood, sweat and tears that had gone into creating this masterpiece, mostly blood and tears because i was a kid with a needle.

the second thing I remembered while admiring the sampler was that I knew these particular lines. I had read them before in the novel, “the code of the Woosters” by P.G.Wodehouse, the master of British farce and prolific referencer of literary works in his novels. if there’s one person I attribute to developing a working sense of humor, it is Mr. Wodehouse. it’s because of P.G.Wodehouse that when I was growing up and my peers were getting attracted to the comical aspects of wordplay, puns, dad jokes and physical comedy intrinsic to most Bollywood movies, I was gravitating towards farce and absurdism, eventually and inevitably graduating to dark gallows humor.

So obviously I had to purchase the sampler. and after we got back home from vacation I obviously had to spend a warm Sunday afternoon reading a Wodehouse (Piccadilly Jim) out on the deck with my dog and a splendid Vermont ipa. I also bought a new Kindle Paperwhite because 1: it feels very much like a long term Wodehouse binge session is in the offing, 2: I can’t seem to find my second generation Kindle from fifteen years ago and 3: turns out that my Chromebook tablet is way too heavy for binge reading.

I’m afraid to watch the GOP debate because someone’s gonna come up with the “slap your dick against the wall and take a shot anytime someone says woke” game and I’m gonna end up dead and dickless

i have provided the local house finches a bowl full of water on the deck and yet they insist on drinking out of the hummingbird water well, in the process, shitting all over the feeder. this is why humans cannot coexist peacefully with nature

is there any doubt that donald trump wont be at the gop debate because he’s fucking terrified of chris christie throwing truth bombs at him while ron desantis and mike pence hide under a table giving each other calming ball caresses

i dont know about productivity issues employers may or may not be having but working from home is the number one eliminator of sunday night / monday morning blues, even more so than sunday night / monday morning binge drinking