Money Can't Buy You a Gosh-Darned Clue.
At this point, I’m sure you’ve all heard the news about treasonous Butthead Donny “Fredo” Trump Jr. and his terrible, horrible, no good, very bad emails. The emails that Trump Jr. himself put on Twitter when he got wind of the Times’s intention to publish them. So not to be that Hillary supporter, but in the words of Ezra Klein at Vox, "Imagine if the Clintons had done what the Trumps did on Russia.”
And you know things are messed up when the editorial board of Trump Sr.’s favorite hometown rag gets in on the headline fun:
But eyes on the prize, my friends: while us chattering masses titter over Jr.’s misuse of “your” vs. “you’re,” a bill passed in Arkansas requires that “in the matter of a person’s death, family members have to agree on what to do with the deceased person’s body.” This law applies to aborted fetal tissue, “thus requiring a woman to tell whoever impregnated her that she’s planning on having an abortion.”
And the Healthcare bill is most definitely still a thing to be freaked out about. So get on those damned phones ASAP.
Until tomorrow, my sweet things. May your emails be forever collusion-free.