Long, batshit crazy day. Is there any other kind anymore?
Let's start with the good news, Resistors! Didja see that shit where a couple of badass Democratic women won state legislative seats in New York and New Hampshire? Seats held by Republicans since Mitch McConnell was a mere hatchling? Seats that Drumpf carried by safe margins just last November? Yeah. That was pretty sweet, wasn't it?
Anyhow, the morning sun greeted us with the news that our Idiot Manchild President had somehow managed to make the Happiest of All Possible Popes sad, which isn't really surprising, actually. I imagine Baloo would probably commit suicide if he had to spend twenty minutes with this clown, realizing that he really is President of the Fucking United States.
In a bit of petty cruelty, it seems that Sean Spicer, a devout Catholic who serves as Spraytan Himmler's personal sewage treatment plant, sucking up shit for him day and day out, was denied his once-in-a-lifetime chance to meet the Pope, possibly the only perk of a job that has cost him his reputation, his legacy, and his decency. Anyway, the odds of Spicey going rogue and telling the press stories about his boss trying to order James Comey's murder while gargling hooker pee have drastically increased.
Somebody in the White House leaked the transcript of Shartboy's phone call with Serial Mass Murderer/World Leader Apparently Rodrigo Duterte, and golly what a meeting of the minds that was. The leader of the free world complemented a petty tinpot dictator on all the murdering he's been up to, which made every other American President roll in their graves and even the living ones involuntarily do the hokey pokey, because extra-judicial murders are maybe not in tune with the principals our nation was founded on? Oh, and because he's perpetually compensating for his tiny tiny tiny tiny hands, he even bragged to this barely-significant thug, basically If Heads of State Were All Hair Bands, This Guy Is White Lion, about the super-ridiculously-classified locations of our submarine fleet.
You should never give classified intel to a dude with the insecurity levels of a zit-covered sixth grade boy at his first school dance. Is apparently a lesson the world needed to learn in 2017.
Meanwhile, Michael Flynn's subpoena collection is getting SO SWEET, y'all. He's now been subpoenaed by the Senate Intelligence Committee, the House Intelligence Committee, the Philadelphia Phillies, the West Coast Avengers, and the Barista at My Starbucks Who's Always Pestering People With Card Tricks. Everybody's made extra sure to write "You want immunity? LOL!" on the subpoenas, in crayon, because Mike Flynn is about as fucked as a human being can be without having reached retirement age in the pornography industry.
Speaking of legal troubles, Shart Garfunkel's lawyering up! He hired a dude who's also represented a giant Russian bank tied to Putin because maybe he doesn't know anyone without shady Russian ties, I guess. Oh, and he's gonna try to use campaign funds to pay for the enormous legal defense he's gonna need, which is one more middle finger to all the working class folks he's duped into supporting him.
Senitent Testicular Tumor Sean Hannity continued his meltdown today, screeching about all the persecution he's facing just cuz he's traumatizing a grieving family for the sake of spreading an utterly baseless conspiracy backed by nothing but the unsupported ravings of a known dirtbag liar. (If you're not familiar with Kim Dot Com, it would be absolutely sinful for me to spoil the google search that awaits you. Wear gloves.) The advertisers have started to jump ship, but let's all keep dogpiling on this horror a human being; in any just society, he'd be driven into the hills.
Hey, remember your salad days, when you didn't need to know what "emoluments" meant? Those days have gone the way of Triple Chocolate Twix and Perfect Strangers, my friends, as today we learned that the Shart Organization has decided it can't be bothered to track every little bribe that gets funneled to the President's family by foreign governments in their hotels, cuz they'll be damned if they'll let a silly thing like the law get in the way of the hot, sticky, grift they've lucked into.
And as you were sifting through the day's madness, NYT broke that little story about how a Russian document that most intelligence professionals agreed was clearly fake and designed to fuck with U.S. spyfolk was apparently a key factor in Jazzy Jim Comey's decision to whip his wang out in the middle of the American election, muddying waters and casting doubt and ultimately enabling the election of the Perpetually Tantruming Toddler who is currently ruining everything from diplomacy to the judicial system to steak. The big takeaway here is that Comey is obviously an agent of some forgotten civilization's Chaos Gods, and he's not going to stop fucking shit up until Planet of the Apes is a fucking documentary.
Dr. Ben Carson, who is somehow good at brain surgery despite having a second-grade understanding of literally every other aspect of life on Earth, weighed in on the nature of poverty, which he claimed is simply a "state of mind." This is sure to be welcome news to the millions of folks kicking and clawing and biting just to make it to their next paycheck; perhaps their landlords and doctors and utility companies will accept Optimism as legal tender from now on, thanks to Dr. Ben's hot fucking take.
In international intelligence news, it turns out that Israel has made undisclosed changes in how it shares intel with the U.S., and other nations are in various stages of following suit. It's almost like having a chief executive who haphazardly leaks highly classified intelligence to authoritarians because he wants them to invite him over for sleepovers where they eat a whole bunch of pizza and try to beat Contra without the Konami code might have some negative consequences. HUH.
Oh, remember when Toupee Fiasco stood up and bellowed about all the jobs he saved at Carrier, that air conditioning company in Indiana? 7 million dollars in tax breaks, but Oh Golly The Jobs He Had Saved? Yeah, Carrier announced it's firing 632 workers, and sending their jobs to Mexico. Nice work, Not-So-Great Pumpkin.
Obviously, the biggest gnus was the CBO score of the Serfs Live Too Long Anyway Act, excuse me, the "AHCA." 24 million Americans will lose health insurance, millions more will piss their money away on plans that won't provide services when they're needed, people with pre-existing conditions are fucked, old people are fucked, medical bankruptcies make a comeback just like Family Guy only with Death instead of inane gay jokes.
But don't worry, campers, it's all for a good cause! A $663,000,000,000 tax cut for the wealthy fucks who, WHAT A ZANY COINCIDENCE, bankroll the House GOP's campaigns! This bill even manages LESS deficit reduction than AHCA mark one, but damn if doesn't keep the wealth distribution from your-cancer-treatment-to-David-Koch's-Hummel-figurine-fund totally fucking intact.
Paul Ryan, because he is a soulless monster, actually did a wee victory dance over the CBO score. Why, you ask? Well, I'll tell ya.
Low-income seniors in states that take the waiver the Freedom Caucusers fought so hard for stand to see their premiums increase more than 800%. EIGHT HUNDRED PERCENT. Needless to say, that's more money than anyone can afford. So what happens there is, people who are old but not too old for Medicare can't afford health insurance, so they drop out of the market, and then the market "corrects," and premiums drop. Because the sickest, neediest people can't afford insurance, and just DIE, premiums for the rest of us go down. AND THAT'S WHAT PAUL RYAN IS CELEBRATING TONIGHT, PRESUMABLY OVER A CUPCAKE MADE FROM A MIX HE FOUND IN THE PANTRY OF SOME LADY WHO DIED FROM A TREATABLE CONDITION SHE JUST COULDN'T AFFORD ANYMORE BECAUSE OF PAUL PIGFUCKING RYAN.
All to finance tax cut for the Swiss Family Robinshart and their rich buddies. Don't forget his budget contains FURTHER health care cuts. So now they'll all go back to their old strategy of just straight lying, telling everyone their plan covers everybody and lowers costs and probably brings back Firefly or some shit.
On the bright side, this shit is horrendously unpopular, and the House GOP is so fucking scared of the electoral consequences almost none of them have the sack to hold a town hall. 17 months 'till the midterms, you fucks.
The rabid morlocks of the Freedom Caucus, feelin' cocky about having custom-designed the anchor they tied to their colleagues' ankles, decided tonight was the perfect time to drop a statement saying they'd oppose any clean debt ceiling hike, because some men just want to watch the world burn. Mark Meadows has slit the throat of a virgin goat, painted his face with its blood, and set fire to Orrin Hatch's car, in what I'm told is a leadership challenge ritual he made up twenty minutes ago after chugging three bottles of Boone's Farm Blue Hawaiian.
Oh, and it turns out the President's Loyal Huntin' Dawg, Beauregard, in addition to lying about his contacts with the Russians in his confirmation hearings, also lied on his security clearance application forms, which means the Justice Department is headed by a dude who's broken a whole Denny's Grand Slam Skillet's worth of federal laws. Jeff Sessions must be longing for the days when he was an inconsequential Senator who was too racist to be invited to trivia night at legislator bars.
Pretty nutty day, amiright? You ain't seen nuthin' yet, friends.
If you ever wanted politics to be more like pro wrestling, your wildest dreams came true tonight! The GOP candidate in tomorrow's special House election in Montana (some jag named Greg something, who cares) had a reporter ask him, WHATCHA GONNA DO, BROTHER, WHEN THE CBO SCORE RUNS WILD ON YOU? And Greg-O "body slammed" him. Physically assaulted him. In front of other journalists, too. Took him down and just started whalin' on him.
Because this is what the Republican Party has come to in this Age of Shart; rage-filled dipshits lashing out because they don't like that people are allowed to ask them questions. Team Greg issued a totally bullshit statement with their own made-up version of what happened, which was debunked not only by the smackdowned reporter's audio recording, but by the FOX NEWS journalists who witnessed it. When Fox News calls a Republican a liar, you know the dude is a LIAR.
It's a whole fucking shitstorm, folks. Did you ever imagine you'd live to see such days? If it gets you down, let me leave you with this...google "Al Franken Cruz joke." Worth it.
Anyhow. Shit be cray, amiright?
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Just when I thought I was terribly depressed. Thanks again my friend! 
A good laugh is all I need to renew the energy
I'm dating myself by laughing. 
No, wait! Sorry, sorry, lost focus for a second. Thanks for holding back the tears with a chuckle TheFrerret.
Seriously. I'm laughing tonight instead of crying.
