This is why I have a difficult time interacting with people who voted for him. He sounds like a moron and anyone who supports him either wasn't listening or didn't give a shit.
Thanks. I only went so far into Maureen's column and noticed it was good, but then "it's a trap!" kicked in so stopped reading. So thanks for getting to her last sentence.
I remember dating a young lady from an enormous catholic family who was very smart and good looking but, for whatever weird reason, completely neglected by her family. Instead of just saying f-off, she engaged in sustained self-sabotage and 'accidental' drug use while frittering her talents.
That ship sailed long ago. As mentioned by others below, Nooners can't help but scribble columns of "gin-soaked rambling derpness" that are love letters to her dead beau, Raygun.
Who? Are you referring to that gin-soaked harpy who used to write articles when President Blackenstein was in office? Her muse is out of the public eye and the Beefeater's doesn't quite inspire her the same way that it used to.
Every once in awhile she drops her reflexive Clinton hatred and mean girls BS and remembers how to be a good author and write something decent. It would be nice if happened more often, but girlfriend has to get in her mom jeans snark, I guess...
It's quite simple. There are no Democratic women around for her to call men, nor Democratic men to call women, and so she has to stick to the obvious, which is that Trump is a walking clusterfuck.
Haha! Your grandmother is my new hero!
As for Maureen Dowd and her columns? Use them to housebreak puppies
This is why I have a difficult time interacting with people who voted for him. He sounds like a moron and anyone who supports him either wasn't listening or didn't give a shit.
More like huffing paint and rubber underwear.
Thanks. I only went so far into Maureen's column and noticed it was good, but then "it's a trap!" kicked in so stopped reading. So thanks for getting to her last sentence.
I guess everyone's reforming these days.
When you get into the 2nd with them, all of a sudden punctuation matters to these dullards....
You sure it wasn't written by her brother?
I remember dating a young lady from an enormous catholic family who was very smart and good looking but, for whatever weird reason, completely neglected by her family. Instead of just saying f-off, she engaged in sustained self-sabotage and 'accidental' drug use while frittering her talents.
What % of those 95 million plus assholes do you think were useful idiots? .0001? .0002?
So! You admit it! I THOUGHT you were all of the above!
Someone tell Peggy Noonan, it is possible to write a good column!
That ship sailed long ago. As mentioned by others below, Nooners can't help but scribble columns of "gin-soaked rambling derpness" that are love letters to her dead beau, Raygun.
Who? Are you referring to that gin-soaked harpy who used to write articles when President Blackenstein was in office? Her muse is out of the public eye and the Beefeater's doesn't quite inspire her the same way that it used to.
The ones who didn't vote at all.
You're making me lose my lunch.
Every once in awhile she drops her reflexive Clinton hatred and mean girls BS and remembers how to be a good author and write something decent. It would be nice if happened more often, but girlfriend has to get in her mom jeans snark, I guess...
It's quite simple. There are no Democratic women around for her to call men, nor Democratic men to call women, and so she has to stick to the obvious, which is that Trump is a walking clusterfuck.