Many years ago I was painting stars on a bedroom ceiling for my oldest’s third birthday. I had been running the ceiling fan in the room for all the other painting to help it dry faster, and it didn’t occur to me that running the fan while I was on a ladder painting stars on the ceiling wasn’t a good idea.

To be fair, I got most of them done before it went bad.

The ceiling fan hit me in the head, and I heard a stadium crowd cheering the home run as I flew off the ladder and landed on my back.

I managed to get a bruise that went around the front of my head. It looked like my skull had flexed.

I decided I had painted enough that day.

Third option: non-profit.

Trump has no friends.

I think at that point it’s considered a broken clock.

It depends on how broken it is.

If you break the hands off the clock, it’s never right.

I’m sorry, did they not receive the thoughts and prayers? I’m sure we sent some.

Didn’t pay any attention. He’s teetering on the edge of the afterlife, and he is getting a view of the hellfire. He’s just making a half-assed effort to scam his way out of damnation.

I misread “Progressive icon” as “Progressive loon”.

Rules? What rules? There aren’t any rules anymore.

despite not being loyal to the one person who is supposedly the most important in his life

What are you taking about? If he wasn’t loyal to Trump, he wouldn’t have gotten the nomination in the first place.

/s

Every four years Jill Stein emerges from her burrow. If she sees her shadow, it will be four more years of fascism.