It's Monday.

November 28.

It's Monday.

It's Monday.

It's November 28th. And the word of the day is macaronic, which is an adjective that refers to the use of phrases containing pieces of more than one language combined together.

Used in a sentence, the President-elect is in very little danger of using macaronic speech,

considering he's still working on just the English for now and doesn't use a foreign vocabulary very bigly

Oh contrary me amigo he is clearly using his own Trumpian language interspersed with English

stupid ease. I'm no illusions. I'm he then right and broadcasting delayed from

America's far center we areptocrats. On episode 41, the sky's downward

trajectory will continue. Ginsburg and Breyer get fitted for a weekend at

Bernies Rigg just in case. We will begrudgingly acknowledge that newsworthy

shit also happened outside of the US.

And Donald Trump meets with the Serpent of Eden about heading up the Department of Agriculture.

But first, the diatribe.

Over the last couple of weeks I've heard a lot of prominent voices telling me to stop calling

Donald Trump voters racists. Even liberal media

icon and sixth funniest smart person John Stewart came out to chastise his

fellow lefties for smearing such a large swath of people with such a dismissive

stereotype. And not to improperly humble myself before the great and

powerful Stuart, but one can make a pretty solid argument that voting for a

presidential candidate that said most Mexican

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