here's today's post: "somewhere inside his tacky Florida golf motel, a fluorescent-tangerine narcoleptic fart factory is melting down into a molten puddle of woe-is-me. why is Donny Convict experiencing heretofore-unknown levels of sad of right now? it’s all because that peanut-farming fuck, Jimmy Carter, had the temerity to up and die — and now the flags at Donny’s inauguration will be flying at half-staff. so unfair!" link in the first comment below —>