We Hunted The Mammoth
By David Futrelle
News overload! We have a Category 4 hurricane bearing down on the coast of Texas that promises to dump massive quantities of rain as it pushes its way inland. The situation looks dire, and the chances that the Trump administration will be up to the challenge of dealing with it are essentially nil.
By David Futrelle
Longtime Trump pal and world-class weirdo (the bad kind) Roger Stone is definitely just predicting a civil war and political assassinations if Trump is impeached, I mean, goodness me, why would anyone think he was threatening or trying to incite violence?
By David Futrelle
So Trump delivered a real barn cross-burner of a speech last night in Phoenix. Then police fired tear gas and flash-bang grenades at a crowd of protesters that was just standing around outside. And then other things happened. Let’s go to the Tweets.
By David Futrelle
Last night, boy president Donald Trump announced a bold new plan for Afghanistan that wasn’t bold or new or really much of a plan at all. Meanwhile, the Treasury Secretary’s wife yelled at people for being poor, Big Ben stopped bonging, and the day after the big eclipse people are wondering why their eyes hurt.
By David Futrelle
Like Donald Trump, and like a lot of people who think they’re much smarter than they are, cartoonist-turned-Trump-rationalizer Scott Adams hates to admit he’s wrong. Trouble is, he’s wrong a lot; he can barely open his mouth on Periscope or type out a Tweet without saying something ridiculous if not patently false.
By David Futrelle
Today The United States was plunged into darkness, literally, and it was a welcome relief from the more lasting metaphorical darkness that overcame the country early last November.
By David Futrelle
So on Thursday, I put up a post full of creepy pictures of Steve Bannon, just for the heck of it. The very next day he was booted from the White House.
Who knew I had such power?
By David Futrelle
So the Nazis and their pals had a “free speech” rally in Boston Common that drew … several dozen people. They were met by TWENTY THOUSAND antifascist counterprotesters. You go, Boston!
By David Futrelle
I thought I would end this week by setting aside the Nazi Menace for a minute so we can plunge once again into the swirling male-strom of Men Going Their Own Way. Today’s MGTOW adventure comes in the form of a very long, though not very well proofread manifesto that some dude called Zachary left in the comments here about a week ago. I didn’t let it through moderation then because I wanted to share it with you all.
By David Futrelle
So it’s been a busy week, and I haven’t done one of these for a few days. Let’s play catch-up. I’m going a bit heavy on the joke tweets and cute animals today because otherwise I think I’d have to curl up in a ball on the floor.