
Whatever happened to J-Kwon? Whatever happened to decency? Whatever happened to tomatoes? Who died, and made him regency? I can’t even begin to answer any of these questions without referencing the “deep state”. In a post-ironic, post-truth world, what if Trump is the only who is sane?
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Laughter In The Rain

There are only three things you can truly rely on in this post-truth world: The Chinese straw hat, oxen, and the rain.
Donna Porcellino was pissed and then some. If she were a cartoon character, a steady flow of steam would spew from her ears, causing her hair to rise three to five inches above her scalp. Alas, she was just a mortal composed of flesh and blood, so she was merely drenched to the bone, her shoulders hunched, her nerves tightly wound and knotted, barely containing the angst from within. Her facial expression clearly said, leave me alone or I will chew your head off.
The Terms They Are A-Changin’

Trump’s White Male House makes sure he umlauts his e’s as well as dotting the i’s and crossing the t’s. Image Source.
For a while now, I have referred to Trump as current president of the United States himself dictator wannabe, but that ends today. As you can see from my opening sentence, he will simply be called Trump, just like his gaudy pointless towers. It’s a shame they are still a source of income. I look forward to the day those ugly edifices are beautified with boards indicating closure and bankruptcy.
Fraught With Ambiguity

THIS IMAGE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS STORY! This is just my way of saying Rachel Maddow with a mustache is not a bad thing.
Ezekiel Hammett, sometimes known as Zeke, Zekey, E-Z, or Hambone, put his Cleveland Indians cap on backwards, slapped on too much cologne, and checked his phone. As expected, nothing; but it doesn’t kill you to check, right? He was moving slower than usual. He was still recovering from the constant drain that comes from losing a life-long friend.