Between Trump, his cabinet, elected officials, GOP Congress, Fox News, and the deplorables at his rallies, I have never been more disgusted with a group of people IN MY LIFE.
Boy, I sure would like to meet Betsy Devos one day. Like if I ran into her in the produce department. We would have so much to chat about, I’m sure it would be genuinely satisfying.
It’s not about political party or one issue anymore. It’s about morality, core character, personal integrity, and human decency.
Trump’s ”empire” was built on the debt he never paid back, with loans he lied to get, in a long string of fraudulent bankruptcies, scams, and deceit.
I wonder if it would take the slaughter of your own family to convince you to support laws on assault weapons, since the slaughter of so many other’s loved ones has not.
PALEASE, ANOTHER DRUNK ABUSER APOLOGIZING? If I had a nickel! One thing I know for sure, is those guys can apologize like […]
Inside the suffocating, kiss-ass, grudge-filled, puffed-chest, golden-box of the Senate Judiciary Committee, they have grown petty, controlling and unyielding at the degradation of all us who have no power to change their minds, and less influence than my drunk uncle. All of a sudden I get what all the fuss is about! Term limits, as it turns out, are a really big deal.