Wouldn’t you just love to hear the dialog over whether to blow them out of the water….”but sir they appear to stranded at sea”. I gotta GTFO but obviously not in a boat.

Maybe he needs to invest in nail salons for the discerning fascist fashionista. Let me introduce Tippy nails. Too bad Eva Braun can’t be a patron, but there’s always Melania.

Or, say, a defense secretary who says he’ll quit drinking if he gets the job.

Ned’s not dead, baby. Ned’s not dead. This one goes out to pulp fiction fans the world over

Seriously, I have no idea how to find them. My husband and I watch in abject horror but I don’t know where to go find live humans in my red district to seek or provide support.

I wish I could jump the maga fence, steal Katie Holmes clothes and have an amazing life somewhere else looking effortlessly fashionable.

Ya know when you only work 20 hours per week, it makes sense that you would need a co-president. Job sharing. Yay.