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Right, just as much as calling gay people mentally ill makes them straight.

I wouldn't even call it 'pray' since that's a special word they made up. Just call it talking to their imaginary friend in their head.

My DNA is a sexually transmitted disease

That was their quick response, of course. Washington DC is “the swamp” which I guess is why Swamp Baboon is so eager to go back there.

The guy under indictments for a multitude of corrupt acts is still going on about “the swamp”?

Seems kind of extreme to suggest such a drastic scenario. The possibilities are more numerous than either he’s 100% fine or dead (which, btw, you are the one “putting that into the universe). I wouldn't guess that’s what people were thinking… rather that perhaps he was in ill health, had lost interest or had other projects that were taking priority, perhaps due to practical financial considerations. Thankfully Ernest has posted an update answering this question, and he says while he has been hindered by some health circumstances recently, things are basically on track.

Phew, sure is reassuring that our confirmation of this is that you imagine it.

reminds me of signs from The Village in The Prisoner

maybe something badass like "Dark Brandon"

They had their loser reasons for backing him then and they still stand. Trump is popular enough with their deranged constituents to carry the state in any election, and that's what matters to them.

The first things I recall learning to make for myself were marmalade sandwiches and this concoction of pinto beans, sausage and cheese. I'd heat it in the microwave, which in classic American tradition was made by an offshoot of a defense contractor, Litton. The first thing I learned to cook on the stove, when I was 7, was scrambled eggs.

What I don't get is that a dick the size or shape of an eggplant would just not work, for anything.