I offer these suggestions for alternate Thanksgiving names. In doing so, I lend credence to the outlandish claim that there’s a push to rename Thanksgiving. I hope you-know-who is thankful.
Get top hats added to the official prison uniform. Renew friendship with Paul Manafort. Publish cellmate’s pornographic emails. Get a prison tattoo of Trump’s face on my chest and freshen up Nixon tattoo on my back. Declare myself a hydra. Open a tailoring business for bespoke orange jumpsuits. Deny having anything to do with the release of cellmate’s pornographic emails. Threaten a fellow inmate with certain death and then pontificate for 45 minutes about how all death is certain. Take…
Now that you’re here, you’ll need to abide by our rules. Failure to follow these rules will get your ass kicked out of the politics-free zone quicker than you can say “Yankee Doodle,” which is a thing you definitely cannot say here.
Spicer doesn’t deserve to be rebranded as just another hapless white man who can’t dance. And he’s certainly no “star.”
When men refuse to hire or work with women strictly because they are women, that’s clear discrimination. It’s the sort of discrimination that sets women back professionally. And it’s against the law.
You may wonder how Trump could lose so much money and still appear to have so much wealth. It’s easy. Trump makes his money the old fashioned way—he steals it. He didn’t lose his money. He lost our money.
Graham himself called Trump a “race-baiting xenophobic bigot” just a few years ago, but that Graham no longer exists. It’s no surprise. Graham is a sad little chameleon of a man who attaches himself to more powerful men and rides along hoping to sop up some of the residual attention and glory.
I’m sick to death of hearing people pontificate about how maybe we aren’t ready for another female at the top of the ticket, about how it would be safer to go with the status quo and pick a candidate who looks like almost every other candidate we’ve ever nominated. We are ready. I promise you, we are.
Joe Biden is like that old boyfriend who keeps wanting to give your relationship one more chance. You like him. You have some good memories of your time together. But you no longer feel any passion for him. He’s a particular guy from a particular time in your life. He represents the past, not the future.
Charles Kushner does not need editorial space in the Washington Post to make his voice heard. He is plenty wealthy and connected enough to speak out on his own. But it’s because he has such wealth and connections that he gets the privilege of writing for a major national newspaper. A person born and raised with lesser means would never get the same opportunity.