I can feel new worries rising in me, in case the Times wants to follow up with someone. I could even meet them in a diner.

Maybe that’s the goal. Expulsion or even just getting an F on a paper can be a ticket to Republican media stardom.

It’s the demented authoritarian version of the preemptive breakup that George Costanza tried on “Seinfeld.” He’s trying to have “hand.”

The idea that there’s some unprecedented threat now is a pretext to dodge accountability, but pretending to take it seriously for a moment: If the cops are so widely reviled by the citizenry that they need to dress like criminals… maybe that’s a sign you’re doing something wrong.

“The Spanish conquistador in me”…. HOT.

Wrongful death. Defamation won’t stick.

Isn’t he a Minnesota native?

I guess the other side of the Gadsden flag reads “but absolutely tread on THEM if necessary” and we just didn’t see that side.

It’s like a national version of the climax of “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, Billy is dead, and Noem is Nurse Ratched telling us we just need to get back to our daily routine.

It’ll be like when the second Death Star was blown up. Galactic party.

“Actually, Mark, his post was on point because we have decided to annex Antarctica, which does have penguins.” - Karoline Leavitt tomorrow, probably