Today is the feast day of Saint Mary Magdalene.

It's a special horror living in the USA right now, wondering who in the hell exists here to put a merciful stop to things before they grow worse. We got plenty of talk. I guess we're really gonna let this mess play out--again. Christ.

Tiki Lounge Cat.

Democrats, stop being played. For Christ's sake, commit to a crusade for a change. A circle jerk of outrage doesn't accomplish much. Squad, please channel your hurt feelings for the benefit of the refugees. You are leaders now, not celebrities.

Our Lady of Mount Carmel.

1922!

More darling roughhousing between Puff & Miss Sissyboodles.

I'm supposed to look into the mirror and, to the reflection, say the exact opposite of my inner monologue. So it's come to this? Lying to my face?

So the degenerate soft on human trafficking feller is out so that we can get an even more ardent deregulator to speedily topple the rafters down upon us. Joy.

Happy birthday Christine McVie from Fleetwood Mac!