President Trump Haz a Phyzical….

Passes/Fails the 25th Amendment impeachment test, depending on what news sources you’re reading 🙂

I’ll start with Fox, since the headlines are making me dizzy right now…

Open thread !

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How About An Open Thread?

If you behave yourselves maybe I’ll write a real post later, and I might even put sprinkles on it!

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Jethro Tull made playing the flute look badass.

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MLK’s Dream Is The Opposite Of Identity Politics

“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.” – Martin Luther King Jr.

There is a reason we have a Statue of Liberty instead of a Statue of Equality.

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Liberal Men Have No Game

Sexual predators in the wild

Check out these excerpts from “I went on a date with Aziz Ansari. It turned into the worst night of my life” by Katie Wray at Babe:

They ran into each other one last time, right as Grace was leaving. At Ansari’s suggestion, she put her number in his phone.

When her plane landed back in New York the next day, she already had a message from him. They exchanged flirtatious banter over text for a week or so before he asked her to go out with him on Monday, September 25.

The date didn’t go as planned. The night would end with Grace in an Uber home, in tears, messaging her friends about how Ansari behaved. Babe spoke to the first friends she told about it, and reviewed the messages on her phone.

The day after the incident, she wrote a long text to Ansari, saying: “I just want to take this moment to make you aware of [your] behavior and how uneasy it made me.” To that message, Ansari responds: “Clearly, I misread things in the moment and I’m truly sorry.”


Before meeting Ansari, Grace told friends and coworkers about the date and consulted her go-to group chat about what she should wear to fit the “cocktail chic” dress-code he gave her. She settled on “a tank-top dress and jeans.” She showed me a picture, it was a good outfit.

After arriving at his apartment in Manhattan on Monday evening, they exchanged small talk and drank wine. “It was white,” she said. “I didn’t get to choose and I prefer red, but it was white wine.” Then Ansari walked her to Grand Banks, an Oyster bar onboard a historic wooden schooner on the Hudson River just a few blocks away.

She said it was a beautiful, warm September night. They discussed NYU, comedy and a new, secret project he was working on, but she says she did most of the talking.

Grace says she sensed Ansari was eager for them to leave. “When the waiter came over he quickly asked for the check and he said like, ‘Let’s get off this boat.’” She recalls there was still wine in her glass and more left in the bottle he ordered. The abruptness surprised her. “Like, he got the check and then it was bada-boom, bada-bing, we’re out of there.”


They walked the two blocks back to his apartment building, an exclusive address on TriBeCa’s Franklin Street, where Taylor Swift has a place too. When they walked back in, she complimented his marble countertops. According to Grace, Ansari turned the compliment into an invitation.

“He said something along the lines of, ‘How about you hop up and take a seat?’” Within moments, he was kissing her. “In a second, his hand was on my breast.” Then he was undressing her, then he undressed himself. She remembers feeling uncomfortable at how quickly things escalated.

When Ansari told her he was going to grab a condom within minutes of their first kiss, Grace voiced her hesitation explicitly. “I said something like, ‘Whoa, let’s relax for a sec, let’s chill.’” She says he then resumed kissing her, briefly performed oral sex on her, and asked her to do the same thing to him. She did, but not for long. “It was really quick. Everything was pretty much touched and done within ten minutes of hooking up, except for actual sex.”

She says Ansari began making a move on her that he repeated during their encounter. “The move he kept doing was taking his two fingers in a V-shape and putting them in my mouth, in my throat to wet his fingers, because the moment he’d stick his fingers in my throat he’d go straight for my vagina and try to finger me.” Grace called the move “the claw.”

Ansari also physically pulled her hand towards his penis multiple times throughout the night, from the time he first kissed her on the countertop onward. “He probably moved my hand to his dick five to seven times,” she said. “He really kept doing it after I moved it away.”

But the main thing was that he wouldn’t let her move away from him. She compared the path they cut across his apartment to a football play. “It was 30 minutes of me getting up and moving and him following and sticking his fingers down my throat again. It was really repetitive. It felt like a fucking game.”


Ansari wanted to have sex. She said she remembers him asking again and again, “Where do you want me to fuck you?” while she was still seated on the countertop. She says she found the question tough to answer because she says she didn’t want to fuck him at all.

“I wasn’t really even thinking of that, I didn’t want to be engaged in that with him. But he kept asking, so I said, ‘Next time.’ And he goes, ‘Oh, you mean second date?’ and I go, ‘Oh, yeah, sure,’ and he goes, ‘Well, if I poured you another glass of wine now, would it count as our second date?’” He then poured her a glass and handed it to her. She excused herself to the bathroom soon after.

Grace says she spent around five minutes in the bathroom, collecting herself in the mirror and splashing herself with water. Then she went back to Ansari. He asked her if she was okay. “I said I don’t want to feel forced because then I’ll hate you, and I’d rather not hate you,” she said.


Halfway into the encounter, he led her from the couch to a different part of his apartment. He said he had to show her something. Then he brought her to a large mirror, bent her over and asked her again, “Where do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to fuck you right here?” He rammed his penis against her ass while he said it, pantomiming intercourse.

“I just remember looking in the mirror and seeing him behind me. He was very much caught up in the moment and I obviously very much wasn’t,” Grace said. “After he bent me over is when I stood up and said no, I don’t think I’m ready to do this, I really don’t think I’m going to do this. And he said, ‘How about we just chill, but this time with our clothes on?’”


While the TV played in the background, he kissed her again, stuck his fingers down her throat again, and moved to undo her pants. She turned away. She remembers “feeling in a different mindset at that point.”

“I remember saying, ‘You guys are all the same, you guys are all the fucking same.’” Ansari asked her what she meant. When she turned to answer, she says he met her with “gross, forceful kisses.”

After that last kiss, Grace stood up from the couch, moved back to the kitchen island where she left her phone, and said she would call herself a car. He hugged her and kissed her goodbye, another “aggressive” kiss. When she pulled away, Ansari finally relented and insisted he’d call her the car. “He said, ‘It’s coming, but just tell them your name is Essence,’” she said, a name he has joked about using as a pseudonym in his sitcom.

Now you see why feminists hate men. They are used to dating liberal men.

One of the aspects of Pervnado that really struck me was that liberal men have no game. These guys might be rich and famous but they are not smooth. There is no romance or seduction in their approach to women. Their escapades wouldn’t even make good porn.

One of their favorite go-to moves is to lure women to their hotel rooms under false pretenses and then come out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a smile. When they go out their wingman is Mickey Finn. “Inconsiderate” would be a generous description of their sexual technique. “Rape” would be more accurate. I guess just being with them is supposed to be pleasure enough.

I am talking now, of course, about wealthy, powerful and/or celebrity liberal men. Their money, power, and fame allow them to paper over their glaring flaws and deficiencies. Your typical liberal man is neither rich nor powerful nor famous. He is a beta-male whose tribal affiliation demands he only date feminists. (Not that he has a choice, conservative women despise his kind.) The only thing feminists hate more than having PIV sex with men is performing oral sex on men. Anal intercourse? Fuggedaboutit.

And if they are lucky enough to encounter some drunken feminist who is out looking for a good fuck they can count on being accused of rape afterward.

So what is a liberal beta-male to do? They look to the leaders of their tribe – those rich, powerful, and/or celebrity liberal men – and try to emulate them.

I never had money, power, or fame. I had to get by on my looks, wits, and charm. Luckily I am pretty smart, cuz I got shortchanged on looks and charm. Even worse, I am hung like a hamster. (A well-endowed hamster.) I never had women fighting over me.

Using my wits, I considered how I might find success in finding a willing female to satisfy my natural biological urge to copulate. Romance and seduction seemed like the best options, so I learned to woo girls. It takes a lot more time and effort than slipping her a roofie, but it is worth it.

In other words, I developed my game.

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h/t mothy ❤ Have a great Saturday night too!

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Gumball Immigration Y’All

Happy Saturday Open Thread !

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