We cats have had another one of "those" days. While we're enthused at the mounting GOP retirements from the House (and the neat-o Democratic candidates who are stepping up across the country), everywhere else we see discouraging headlines. Here are a few.
James Comey says he's "mildly" nauseated at the thought that he may have swung the 2016 election to Trump. Why only mildly? We cats are violently ill about Trump every single day.
There are so many reasons for our multiple hairballs that we've lost count. But here's one: We are really, really sick of Ivanka. Come on, media: Enough already with the fantasy that she has any kind of intellect and/or moderating influence at all.
Meanwhile, we're trying to figure out who at Bethune-Cookman University was stupid enough to invite Betsy DeVos to speak at their graduation.
Finally, we hear that Canada is recalling a ton of Bombay Sapphire gin because it contains twice the alcohol it's supposed to. Hey, friends, can you ship us a few bottles first? We cats need it. And we HISS.
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