

Jesus in a juicer. It’s the exact kind of fake tough talk, from the same sort of ineffectual little posers who ran Germany.
Jesus in a juicer. It’s the exact kind of fake tough talk, from the same sort of ineffectual little posers who ran Germany.
“I’m the greatest cat, the most bigly feline ever! I’m pretty sure no other cat knocks stuff off the counter than I do, believe me!”
Two Foleys? It probably is some kind of orthopedic.
Get help. Obamacare is still available. You can get the medications you so desperately need.
I like presidents who don’t crap themselves.
Let’s call the whole thing off.
But we get a bigly parade in his honor! Panem et Circensis.
They’re proud to live in squalor, for Dear Leader.
I fucking tried to tell you.
Get the population to trust magic more than medicine. Pretty soon, they start turning down the health plan at work. Soon after that, it’s so unimportant, employers no longer need to offer it.
Always follow the money.
Any day now, they will be mowing down protesters. Frank Freeway and Susie Soccermom will turn on the latest Kardashian news.
The mass shootings will begin.
It’s going to happen. And it won’t be the last.
This is the end of modern medicine in the United States.
Looks like it’s TACO Tuesday a day early.
Welcome to Gilead. If you didn’t vote, this is what you bought for us.
You think they’re ever LEAVING power?
How optimistic you are.