Are you that cat who wore that t-shirt to the Trump rally in Birmingham what said "I'd scrape very gently the cheese from Trump's scrotum wrinkles with every last one of my teeth"? Did I see yer photo on the internet? What you got, like five teeth?

The OP agrees with this, but the original post is a sincere expression of gratitude to Trump for his work at stripping the GOP of any semblance of normalcy. Gone are the David Frums, Bill Kristols, and the rest of the window dressing "intellectuals" who allowed shitheel party waft some scent of civility. Most comments here are responses to the typical grievance/butt-hurt offered by #TheThurd. Republicans are to a person either dimwits - the huge majority - or bad-faith assholes who manipulate and grift off those dimwits. Both assholes and morons historically have been banished from smaller populations. Modernity and the American system have, through an excess of charity, empowered this minority, allowing them to garner about half the country's political power. What I'm grateful for is there is no one to point to while saying, "but that reasonable member for the party says such and such." Reason is eliminated. They are purified. No need to touch. No need the sniff. No need to taste. If they're republicans, they're shit. There's no crunchy coating; it now simply steams.

Narrator: He raped.

And a representative of #TheThurd has weighed in. Welcome, AH or M.

Much of the cynicism online right now is due to an avalanche of reporting that shit is hitting the fan with the climate. Anyone with so much as one child is feeling a retro-antinatalist regret. Concerning ourselves with long ago-gutted anti-trust laws seems like worrying about dirty windows in a house that's fully engulfed in flames with no fire department within a million miles. Break 'em up, for sure, but what's the point if the gulf stream collapses next year and we become Mars in a decade. Or sumptin.

Narrator: Scott, a depraved asshole who yearns to suckle from the distended rectal prolapse of Donald Trump, does not actually care.

I buy from the dispensary in the worst part of town. They sell trim for as little as ninety an ounce. Strain be dammed.

It’s important to note here that Catholics helped elect Trump in ‘16 and did their damnedest to re-elect him in ‘20.

I'm in favor of anything that helps me avoid buying from assholes.

Give the guy a break; he’s all mushroom and yeti pubes. Smarts are not on the menu.

This is like informing a proctologist that the gas blowing his hair back is coming from the flapping bunghole he’s examining.

I expressed the same level of surprise when I discovered the retired ballerina I hired used to wear a tutu.