Let’s just get this out of the way up front. If you are a Trump supporter, our differences outweigh our similarities and we need to part ways. Please take your ignorant bigot ass out of my earshot and vote against your best interests all you want you stupid racist hillbilly.

Are they gone?

Ok.

Can you believe those dumb redneck motherfuckers actually claim to be Christians? They wouldn’t know Jesus if he punched them in the throat (and I wish he would).

The candidate are so vastly different that I can honestly say that if you are not with us, you are against us.

I did stuff on Instagram, Tumblr, my blog and Facebook (no, I don’t think I did anything on Facebook other than ‘like’ a few things) this week. I forgot I deleted my twitter account until I was writing the list. So, seems like a fine decision. I did it because Twitter provides nothing constructive, enlightening or positive. Donald Trump uses Twitter as a weapon. That is enough of a reason to quit Twitter and I think you should too. Even my very well pruned Facebook friends list has been a bit exhausting this week. When you post all the horribleness happening in the world, I think you must fashion yourself as some sort of Walter Cronkite, delivering the news to the masses. We get news from news places, not from your status update feed. I especially like it when you do not even add your own commentary. You lady, are a downer. When you post photos of your food, I wonder if this is your “go shopping” approach to the horrors of the world. You clueless twit, bad shit is happening all around you and you decide your grilled cheese (I mean, it was that perfect golden brown crispy buttery everything. Good filter choice) is relevant? As you can see, I find Facebook difficult to absorb right now.

This last week, we have decided on a new binge watch that should keep us entertained and free from the exhausting task of looking for something to watch: Midsomer Murders. There are 18 seasons. We are locked in. It’s a British detective series. So many murders. Everyone lives in a large house, they all seem to come from old money, everyone blackmails everyone and if you are in a small English town and need to kill someone, go big. Why stab once when you can excessively and by all means, that marble bust of a distant relative is more than a dust-catcher, bludgeon away!

I was searching Tumblr for some photos or fun facts about Midsomer Murders and stumbled across a blog whose content was solely reviews of Yankee Candles. So, even though unrelated to what I was searching for, I feel pretty good that I am writing paragraphs about the British Columbo/Murder She Wrote/Rockford Files. I mean, it could be worse, more trivial, stranger, and way more pathetic (IMO. I add “IMO” to keep the ‘haters’ from freaking out at me. I have no idea how strong the Yankee Candle community is, but I am guessing they are exceptionally fragrant).

We are also watching Stranger Things, but who isn’t? It’s brilliant.

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