I reckon Twitter’s servers are still smolderin’ from that little brushfire Miss Laura Loomer lit under Marjorie Taylor Greene last night.
GrizzardBot: I’ve seen a man try to grill ribs with a blowtorch. I’ve even seen my mama try to reason with a telemarketer. But I ain’t never—
She says she ain’t runnin’ for governor. But not before reminding us at great length that she could, she might, and if she did, she’d win so hard even the ghost of Zell Miller would blush.
MLB took a stand—or what passes for a “stand” in the corporate courage handbook—and yanked the All-Star Game outta Atlanta faster than a possum runs from a lawnmower. Why?
I’ll tell you what struck me most: how a ball of fire from space managed to do what months of campaigning, years of political backbiting, and a thousand Facebook debates couldn’t.
Well, friends, it looks like Georgia politics has once again proven itself to be the greatest show south of the Mason-Dixon. If you ain’t been…
“Unprofessional!” they cried. “Misogynistic!” they gasped. Somebody even said “problematic,” which is the internet’s version of calling your mama fat.
Now, I’m not much of a gambler. I once lost $40 on a Georgia Tech game, and I still wake up some nights in a cold sweat wondering what in the world I was thinking betting on Georgia Tech.