Can we please never have to hear about Roy Moore again after today?

Sigh. Just another Manic Monday, amiright?

I wish it was Sunday. A random Sunday in like, 2009. Long as I’m wishing, I’m at a Tom Petty concert. With Gloria…

Lindsey Graham seems to enjoy being the Velveeta Urinal Cake’s golfing buddy. Shit, Lindsey’s in paradise right now. In the old days, he had to convince a resistant public and a skeptical administration whenever he wanted to start a war, now all he has to do is kiss one vain jaghole’s ass, pimp his golf club a bit on Twitter, and BAM – another generation of working class kids gets shipped to some godforsaken corner of the planet to die.