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If you want to see David Tennant reading some of those tweets at Donald Trump (though sadly not the Cheeto-faced shitgibbon one), here’s Samantha Bee’s scathing take on Brexit:
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If you want to see David Tennant reading some of those tweets at Donald Trump (though sadly not the Cheeto-faced shitgibbon one), here’s Samantha Bee’s scathing take on Brexit:
Heh.
Okay. This amused me more than I should probably admit, too:
https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2016/jun/28/nigel-farage-european-parliament-petty-rant-ukip
… I’m honestly, mostly trying to be all okay, let’s make lemonade all the same right now. The world _so_ needs another asshole nihilist, cackling as it burns, to add onto their already too-wise-for-actual-wisdom numbers…
But dammit if there’s not this devil on my shoulder whispering that the fundamental problem here is: some people are really only any good at breaking things. And watching them, again and again, learning why you must be careful what you wish for does have, at least, a certain (very costly) entertainment value.
(Not to worry. I’ll get past it. Shortly enough. I have lived just long enough now, apparently, to contemplate the hangover while still drunk.)
(Also: the more I see of Tennant, the more I like him. Daughter’s best friend moons over him a bit, which somehow always stuck him a bit in the heartthrobs-I-assume-I should-ignore category for me, and while I liked the new Doctor Who okay, I was long a bit bitter Ecclestone left so early, so it was hard to like Tennant that much. But then there was Broadchurch, and then Richard II…
… And now with the deliciously Scottish fuck off Trump tweets, listen, the deal is sealed. This guy’s okay.)