SupFBI

It's Klobberin' time. She'll make sure all forms AND foreheads are properly stapled.

A competition to not be left holding the bag.

Democrats can't even save themselves.

and there is no sky above. No stars. No moon. Just a shifting, sliding emptiness, my brain grasping for any sense of place or purpose. Nevertheless, my mortgage payment has processed. I don't know to whom it goes. Yet it goes.

Me, a patriotic Amerikkkan, getting sick to juice GDP numbers

Try turning the screw left to tighten.

Manufacturing consent.

My hands cramped up just looking at that unergonomic monstrosity.

The last thing your target will hear is your gun jamming.

Watch out! Pot hole!

Could have used any manner of IT trickery to get them to crash the van. But no, a pothole.

Nope to change. The children yern for incrementalism.