Thanks, TSExile!

Ouch!

Truth hurts. This is one of those times when truth REALLY hurts - and hurts BADLY!

Welcome to DU, oldinmtdem92!

He was the guy with the exotic blonde wife with big hair and a European accent, and the swagger of a bigtime builder/developer/wheeler-dealer in New York City, back then. That was before Wife #1 started using "Moolah" to refer to she-who-would-eventually-become-the-second-Mrs.-Trump.

A thing of beauty!

I like it!

Where can we get 'em?

A lot of 'em go to that idiotic extreme - babies aborted after birth.

Um... excuse me? That is - and continues to be - one of the stupidest, most illogical, most fraudulent, and most deceitful arguments I think I've ever heard.

Mrs. Baker's history class.

Just ate it up.

And any art class of any sort, official or otherwise.

Evidently.

Lots of signals that theirs was an old-fashioned household. Dad went off to work at his nice downtown office every day. Mom stayed home with a small army, and the housekeeping and carpool and meals and laundry and clean diapers and after-school snacks and other kids from the neighborhood and ...

No wonder her body started to rebel. I think I was 7 or 8, and that bothered me even back then. I couldn't help noticing.

I just checked. She's still anti-choice.

Frankly, I don't need to dig any deeper. That, alone, is enough to deep-six even the most remote chance that I might ever consider supporting her.

He's really just desperate to keep his mug on TV.

I guess he doesn't even have Pox Noise anymore. He's an "independent contractor," I suppose. A man without a network, trying to stay famous, and relevant to - well, somebody or other. He was always a B-team player - if even that.

Works for me!