Ah, okay, so, it’s that day again, the one after all the stuff that happened and before all the other stuff that’s gonna happen. And here’s this, my paragraph either looking back to the last one or forward to the next one, or both. And then, below it, the tweets, so small and innocent, little capsules of time, like bits of amber with mosquitos in them, and there’s blood inside those mosquitos, and there’s DNA in that blood, the DNA of some truly awful virus that, when reintroduced to the real world, will turn our eyes to mush and our brains to an even mushier mush, and they’ll have to identify you by the less-mushy contours of your teeth. Fun! Here we go:
Find yourself someone who looks at you the way Carter Page looks at an opportunity to place himself in serious legal jeopardy. pic.twitter.com/uliHpShTDY
The whole GOP loves Milkshake racist, the racist senate candidate who also loves milkshakes. 5 seconds later we regret to inform you the racist is also a pedophile.
I didn’t mind the second Taylor Swiftsong, but I hated the lyric, “I 100% voted for Trump and Charlottesville made me horny.” It didn’t really make sense.
What idiot called it “why can’t you relax and learn to take a joke” instead of “I use humor to reinforce shitty patriarchal norms and if you don’t laugh I will ostracize you from the community which gives you jobs”
In third grade my school nurse had this poster up in her office and I used to look at it and say “I can’t do that anyway” and one time she said “believe me, you’d do even worse on drugs” in a way that made it sound like she had firsthand experience. pic.twitter.com/qKt1GlY3Tv
me reading your election day 2016 vs election day 2017 tweet vs me after reading your election day 2016 vs election day 2017 tweet pic.twitter.com/pSr2p6oytZ
