It's a work of art!
It's a work of art!
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Matt Vasgersian is like the definition of not quite good enough to be considered mediocre.
Hegseth drove himself this morning, I see
A tabby-tortie cat shows off her whiskers as she gazes at the camera.
Happy #whiskerswednesday!
If/when a deMAGAfication of US ever occurs it must begin with the Roberts Court without which none of this would be possible
I had to dig through the whole lineup to find them, but I can now confirm that there are actual Italians from Italy on Team Italy. I counted three. #wbc #mlb
I heard that Leavitt person on the radio today and she sounded differentβsort of squeaky. Is she ill? Physically, I mean.
::eye twitches:: A man who has never had to make $5 stretch for a week for food thinks it's poor people who don't know how to "budget". Meanwhile, Hegseth has spent literally millions of dollars on steaks and furniture and something tells me this dude hasn't been in a grocery store in decades.
Best wishes to your Dade, Bertie. Sending positive thoughts.
I think I've followed five or six more cats in the past day and a half. Progress!
And the wee donkey!
Even as a cynical scholar of rape culture, I'm shocked that this isn't the headline story on domestic politics everywhere right now. It's just an unfathomable abuse of power, in clear violation of the law.
Absolutely. Like he's suffering from a psychosomatic illness.
This nervous little lady is Bocchi. Sheβs shy but so sweet and building her confidence every day! She loves these purr pops but would prefer to only be given them in her new home by adults or calm, older kids that can respect her boundaries.
#adoptable #kitten #seattle
As a New Yorker, I prefer "You kiss your mother with that mouth?"
That face really says schmuck, doesn't it.
That's an incel thing, which tracks.
A brownish-gray striped cat looks disapprovingly at the camera.
It's bizarrely warm here today (76F and climbing). I'm sitting at my desk sweltering, but it's still fairly cool inside, so I shouldn't be this hot.
Then I remember that I have this large creature warming my lap.
I just left another briefing on Iran.
Here's the only part of Trump's plan that is clear to me:
He won't spare a cent for the 15 million Americans who will lose their health care, but he'll spend a billion dollars a day bombing Iran.
Fair enough.
No love for the Mets crew? I'd be good with those guys doing national broadcasts.
You know how ESPN did those alternate baseball broadcasts with ARod et al? Fox should do one for people who can't stand John Smoltz. The NoSmoltzCast.
It seems like it would be pretty simple to implement.
I might even pay for that.
A small patch of dirty snow remains unmelted in the middle of a lawn.
I love these resilient little patches of snow that refuse to melt, even when all the rest of the snow is gone.
Flat cat.
So far the war on Iran has cost $9.4 billion.
That's $1 billion per day.
$41,666,667 per hour.
$11,574 per second.
Thousands of lives lost.
People don't want this. They want a living wage. They want healthcare. They want to be able to afford a home. They want their basic needs met.
May they all develop bunions. Or plantar warts.
This explains so much of whatβs become of American politics since 2010.