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fawkedifiknow's avatar

In the new Webster's Dictionary for the 2000's, a synonym for "loony" is "Lindell. For example: That guy is as lindell as a shit house rat."

DemoCat's avatar

I don’t know if Lindell went back on drugs after throwing his life and crappy pillow business away on Trump’s Big Lie, but if I were him, I sure as hell would. This guy makes losing an art form. He’s been sued multiple times over his election lies, and lost, despite his Rudy G level of commitment to the charade. With Rudy it was clear he knew better. He was simply willing to use his leverage as a former Mayor and somewhat connected attorney to sacrifice his reputation and his law license for Trump. He knew the lack of real evidence was a problem. He argued about statistical probability and algorithms and when that didn’t work, he simply submitted a slew of affidavits as “proof” of all sorts of voting shenanigans. It was a flimsy, disingenuous, transparent and even frivolous charade. But did Mike Lindell know? Or was he simply so high on his own supply that he believed the bullshit he was shoveling? Who knows. But he’s lost his company making shitty pillows stuffed with chunks of foam. He lost a number of defamation suits and his $5 million wager at his pathetic symposium when a computer expert proved his data was just irrelevant code, not proof of any fraud. He’s a clown, a snake oil salesman and a toxic liar. If I were him and threw away my life for Trump, I’d spend what little I had left on drugs and go on a huge bender.

乜 𝗖.𝗨.𝘁𝗲𝗰𝗵's avatar

B-b-vut he had the PCAPS!one!

oscarphile's avatar

Even money says that no matter how the election goes, next January Pillow Nazi will show up at the Capitol demanding to be sworn in…

My Erdos Number Is Five's avatar

A moment of silence for the dead guy? Oh wait. Are these people serious?

Shallow state's avatar

A wealthy former health care executive? Hoo-boy, that and Kevin Hassett's assurance that CEOs of credit card companies aren't worried. Your republican party, folks: in touch with voters who are angry they're in debt and can't afford medical care.

HarryButtle, degenerate artist's avatar

"The state Democratic party over the weekend endorsed Amy Klobuchar, who is also expected to win the nomination in August and is running against (even more) centrist candidate Bill Gates Jr., a former pastor, and progressive community activist Kobey Layne."

I didn't think it was possible to be "more centrist" than Amy Klobuchar.

Assigned Cute at Birth's avatar

Must be a filthy neutral.

Pliny the Younger's avatar

"Alas, at the GOP’s state convention this weekend, some time after they chose to do a moment of silence to honor not-dead killer cop Derek Chauvin"

Your modern Republican Party, folks. Derek Chauvin is a murderer, and I am happy and relieved that he is no longer prowling around my neighborhood.

Mark's avatar

Those vote counts..... Was there a howling blizzard in Minnesota that day? Or are republicans just convinced they don't have a shot?

Herr Snackmeier's avatar

Plus this millennial affectation to append "my" to any product or service has got to fucking stop.

I've got at least five icons on my phone that begin with my. So that little marketing trick does the opposite of differentiating your product.

Enter Ranting's avatar

The guy who plays Lindell on Kimmel is gonna have some new material.

Zyxomma's avatar

Ta, Robyn. We know how Vlad fucked the '16 election (with lots of help), but the more time passes, the more convinced I am that 2024 was stolen. Every accusation is a confession with these criminal miscreants.

HarryButtle, degenerate artist's avatar

I agree and think they'd have stolen 2020 as well if COVID and mail-in voting hadn't overwhelmed them.

Herr Snackmeier's avatar

I mean the guy thinks he's a genius because he invented chopped plastic foam. He didn't invent it. He wasn't the first son of a bitch to zip it into a pillowcase. He's a goddamn salesman. And he was probably nuttier than squirrel shit before he started believing his own ad copy.

Save us from the salesmen.

Free beach's avatar

Cocaine is a helluva drug.

Enter Ranting's avatar

The Governor's Mansion is for closers, Mike.

Herr Snackmeier's avatar

First prize: Cadillac eldorado

Second prize: set of steak knives

Third prize: fuck you is the third price. Get the fuck out. Go home. Play with your kids.

Sorry. I've got the David Mamet variation of Monty Python disorder.

Chino Cherokee's avatar

Sometimes I think it might be cool to be completely detached from reality.

I mean, imagine the possibilities.....

Herr Snackmeier's avatar

Shit, these days you could have an alternate reality, or a virtual reality. Reality doesn't get much respect these days. It used to be all we had.

Herr Snackmeier's avatar

Whatever this is, this Twilight that is both war and not war, is terrible.

Here we sit as a country, 99% of us unaware that if current conditions continue that by December 31, there will be no gas at gas stations, no engine oil in the auto parts shop. By this time next year, there won't be the same amount of food in the grocery stores.

And if by some miracle the status quo antebellum were restored this afternoon, and the world's ships could pass through the strait of Hormuz freely and peacefully, The world could not avoid 6 months to a year or more of suffering and hunger.

Yet we sit here waiting for what? For him to suddenly learn what every human 4-year-old knows, that cooperation is essential for human life, that lying, cheating, stealing and strong arming historically yield only the shortest of short-term gains, whether it takes 100 years or 12, authoritarian systems always end with the formerly charismatic leader dead, usually by his own hand, and smoldering in a ditch, while enemy troops raise their banner over the dictators ruined capital. Normal people, which we should take to be the largest part of humanity since 1945, have done just about anything to prevent this from happening again.

But here we sit. Doing largely nothing. Assuming that there will be an election in November, electrical and chemical energy to fuel vehicles to get us to the polling places, and food in the stores to nourish ourselves.

None of that is guaranteed. Here we sit.

Notorious J.I.M.'s avatar

I still have the corporate form letter from 2020 designating me as an essential worker. Surely that must count for something. I mean, look at the bond of paper on which it was printed.