I'd give good money to see Trump on a chaingang. OK, i'd give bad money...but chained to a string of felons, some of whom have been dumped on by Trump. Or chained to Sidney Poitier.

ol Just watched my avatar John Mullany on Netflix and real quick....Jerry Seinfeld please do me a favor?....Stay the f off my IP. Remember you was the most watched TV series of all time with 70 Mil views! LMFAO Well Me as Mr. Best with mid content and for my second KZbin ground breaking viewership if 356 mil with way more competition. But you dont need me your Jerry right or WHATS THE DEAL WITH THAT? lol ( The joke is you sound like a tuber when you celebrate viewership (the 1 of 2 shows you had lol) when you was on network tv thats the joke) and a lot of youtubers have more views than that on a daily and subscribers. They dont gloat like you do like a bad varsity blues dad who there that 1 touchdown pass in college. LMFAO with love.(STAY OFF MY IP UNTILL YOU LEARN TO RESPECT IT besides your Jerry Seinfeld you dont need me right. Also John Mullany I am ready to receive your apology for stealing my jokes to pay your cocaine dealer and ready to for give you so you can complete your 12 steps....all about healing John.

I thought Matt Gaetz was the one with a minor Florida problem

Did the entire Drake and Kendrick beef just happen, and no late night talk shows talked about it?

Sick of hearing about the loser.

If he’s looking for empathy, he’s got it, From all who believes his gossiping and slandering in a book ..

Weird how no one understands that OF COURSE you treat someone differently if jailing them could potentially cause a riot. Indefinitely? Of course not. After he's done it enough you'd have to be mentally challenged to seriously be mad or argue against it? Makes much more sense.

Okay, the TLC bit hit hard 😅

The Trump haters are seriously disturbed people, we get it, you don't like him, but not being likeable ISN'T a crime. For nearly FOUR YEARS I've been waiting for some shred of proof that he did anything criminal and now we're down to sleeping with a prostitute? When did Democrats become prudes? What happens in someone's bedroom is not our business!

i know a few places to send a flame throwing robo hellhound

I hope Steven talks about trump aid saying thier going to ban porn. Plus get rid of 19th amendment.

I am worried that if Trump gets put in jail, he will end up winning the election! 😳😬😩

noem is the perfect example of american chriischun

9:55 but is he willing to watch uncle ben die again?

The best, the worst, her last love, his first. The girl who fatally steps forward never plays in reverse. It’s such a serial sickness, it’s almost a curse. Like a verse that’s too terse, or a flagrant foul that's so fucking perverse. Despite doubling down on the dementia, it’s like shackling your car to the back of a hearse. Like collecting the flock when y'all should disperse. Are you fuckin’ crazy, is all this rehearsed? Like, what evar could be worse? Such precarious pride built on hasty romance forever remains a delicate dance. In another time, a curtsey between two golden lovers lost in their trance, would call upon the miraculous, a God would insist. Instead, in our wary world, love might be curious happenstance, a game of chance, and this, dear audience, we must never forget to remember while we remain engaged and entranced. So, move slowly…and follow the rhythm and the rhyme within your heart. Sing like only you can sing, and let you, yourself, play the ultimate part. You make this real. You make us feel. You make the world, you make it so…fuckin’… real. So, don’t do it alone. Do this with me. Let’s see what you can see. Together, we can be set free. And, let us all live so lovely, the other drug, that carries us across the threshold from who we were, to who we want to be. Alas, remember, this isn’t a game of musical chairs played in an empty stadium. This is the mating game. This is competition. This is ritual slaughter. This is Die Hard. This is a fuckin’ intercontinental ballistic nuclear missile aimed squarely at you. Your ass has been targeted. The proximity fuse has been armed. The target coordinates have been logged. A firing control solution has been generated. All barometric conditions have been accounted for. Decoys have been deployed. Evasive maneuvers by all kill vehicles have been performed. All that remains is impact. Begin countdown. This is for the purity of pride and the hassle of honor. A battle between the victor and the vanquished. This is war, this is bloodsport, and this means sheer and utter annihilation are awaiting all those who participate. Be ready to live, more than life itself, but more than anything, be prepared to die. Be prepared to die the ultimate death, for you won’t accept anything less. Nothing less than the rest of the best. Nothing less than a golden chest. Nothing less than second best. Nothing less than to bless this mess. Nothing less, nothing addressed. Nothing left but to be second guessed, until nothing is left. So, are you pumped? Are you ready to get jumped? To be crushed? Turned to mush? Do you have a purpose? Do you know it? We don’t want anymore bystanders. We don’t need no more onlookers. We want people to get engaged. We want people who want in on the action. We want people to live and die and everything in-between. We want you, if you want everything. Are you ready? Are you steady? Do you want to sacrifice? To bend your life across the bedrock and have your heart torn from your chest? Are you ready to lash yourself to the fate of humanity? to yoke yourself to defeat? to live without, instead of within? to always die and never begin? Lest we forget, this is a magic trick, its essence is illusion. We keep certain things secret because that is what the good people want, that’s what the people pay for: to be deceived. We keep the audience in the dark. We keep the players guessing. We never let them know what we hold in our hands. We never let them know what may never be and what will always remain. When we let them think nothing, we let them think anything. To break the spell is the ultimate shame. To rock the boat, is cause for disdain. To shatter the stone, brings curious pain. So, instead, we sit in stunned silence, with quiet violence, gathering our thoughts, awaiting judgement, like everybody else. The audience must not be members of the insiders club, they must not be in on the joke. To let them trickle out of the trance is to fail. So, they flunk the magician. They reject the scene. Because, to let the audience squirm free from their suspension of disbelief is to upset the great equilibrium, and annihilate the illusion. Best to be avoided, for it causes confusion. Then, you lose the collusion. Instead of the audience inviting you in, they reject the intrusion. Nobody wants to see the machine for all its tainted glory. They mask the machine because it is grotesque and inelegant. The machine marches over its masters. The audience is not interested in the machine and we don’t want them to be. Instead, we redirect attention. See how so many more marvel at the curtains? the glorious curtains. The mysterious ruby red curtains. See them? Almost iridescent. Fluttering, sparkling and swooshing. The brilliant, shimmering curtains that hide all that you don’t want to know and only reveal that to which you are accustomed. The curtains that bleed disbelief, they keep you ensconced, sheltered and safe; a caul in which you remain forever dressed to bathe. That which keeps you in the warmth of the womb, your comfy cave. That which sets you free to act like a slave. To have choice over circumstance, is the supreme luxury. Let’s pretend that you do. Let’s pretend that you are the 'decider’ of your own destiny. How do you choose it? What sets your limitations? Who determines your endpoint? Why don’t you know any better? And, more importantly, why don’t you know any worse? Who gave you your goodness gracious? Who gave you your laugh? Who made you stare? Who made you pull out all of your hair? Who is what molded you. You are the purposeful byproduct of who. And you never get to choose who that is. Still, the stage-show needs to be tugged to and fro. It doesn’t just go on, and on, on its own, you know? This is the sleight-of-heart that keeps our souls from drifting apart. A sky casts its mark with prior art. An act so low, between those in the dark, and thems in the know. How do you know, which way to go, when you are drawn, and quartered by the row? Everything already divided and decided by so and so. Do you ever even get a chance to say no? It all happens in the same way some shadows play together under the trees, flickering fast among the weeds, like some curious disease, that keeps some from living on their feet, and others from staying on their knees. It’s the same something that binds those who arrive from their pleas. Pray hard. Pray fast. Pray silent. Pray aghast. Pray violent. Pray again and again for it won’t last. Just pray to bide your time. Pray to hit rewind. Pray again and again, just to get back in line. Do what you do, pray for your dues. Pray for what you can’t lose. Pray for some booze. Pray to choose. Pray for the ruse. Pray to never know a thing and always be confused. For there are always too many facts left to peruse. So pray for someone to do it for you. Beg for a long life, a third, fourth husband, or just one wife. Beg for a fast death, and a slow breath. Beg for her smile, beg for her child, beg for her love, beg her for miles. Wait for her moment that keeps for forever. Wait for her blood to keep you tethered. What more to want than what you can’t have? What other tune can drive you so mad? For the one who creates you, rolls right back to annihilate you. Tee-tottering love whisks you from your feet, when one moment you feel weightless, and the next you sit wounded on your seat. And, yet you would never undo what some silent goddess has done. You may go fast, and slip past, bolting like a colt in the open sun, laughing like a child with furious fun, but the tracks take you back, so forever around and round you must run. So, don’t stop, don’t shrink, don’t think or you'll blink. For, her love is your source and her hate is your sink. The gods play the love game as long as it is cast. The glorious don’t wait until the good glory has passed. So make the most and make it last, for the greatest love hard, but they also love fast.

Anything Jeff Daniels, I automatically press like. ❤❤❤❤❤

Jim Henson's Army.

The best, the worst, her last love, his first. The girl who fatally steps forward never plays in reverse. It’s such a serial sickness, it’s almost a curse. Like a verse that’s too terse, or a flagrant foul that's so fucking perverse. Despite doubling down on the dementia, it’s like shackling your car to the back of a hearse. Like collecting the flock when y'all should disperse. Are you fuckin’ crazy, is all this rehearsed? Like, what evar could be worse? Such precarious pride built on hasty romance forever remains a delicate dance. In another time, a curtsey between two golden lovers lost in their trance, would call upon the miraculous, a God would insist. Instead, in our wary world, love might be curious happenstance, a game of chance, and this, dear audience, we must never forget to remember while we remain engaged and entranced. So, move slowly…and follow the rhythm and the rhyme within your heart. Sing like only you can sing, and let you, yourself, play the ultimate part. You make this real. You make us feel. You make the world, you make it so…fuckin’… real. So, don’t do it alone. Do this with me. Let’s see what you can see. Together, we can be set free. And, let us all live so lovely, the other drug, that carries us across the threshold from who we were, to who we want to be. Alas, remember, this isn’t a game of musical chairs played in an empty stadium. This is the mating game. This is competition. This is ritual slaughter. This is Die Hard. This is a fuckin’ intercontinental ballistic nuclear missile aimed squarely at you. Your ass has been targeted. The proximity fuse has been armed. The target coordinates have been logged. A firing control solution has been generated. All barometric conditions have been accounted for. Decoys have been deployed. Evasive maneuvers by all kill vehicles have been performed. All that remains is impact. Begin countdown. This is for the purity of pride and the hassle of honor. A battle between the victor and the vanquished. This is war, this is bloodsport, and this means sheer and utter annihilation are awaiting all those who participate. Be ready to live, more than life itself, but more than anything, be prepared to die. Be prepared to die the ultimate death, for you won’t accept anything less. Nothing less than the rest of the best. Nothing less than a golden chest. Nothing less than second best. Nothing less than to bless this mess. Nothing less, nothing addressed. Nothing left but to be second guessed, until nothing is left. So, are you pumped? Are you ready to get jumped? To be crushed? Turned to mush? Do you have a purpose? Do you know it? We don’t want anymore bystanders. We don’t need no more onlookers. We want people to get engaged. We want people who want in on the action. We want people to live and die and everything in-between. We want you, if you want everything. Are you ready? Are you steady? Do you want to sacrifice? To bend your life across the bedrock and have your heart torn from your chest? Are you ready to lash yourself to the fate of humanity? to yoke yourself to defeat? to live without, instead of within? to always die and never begin? Lest we forget, this is a magic trick, its essence is illusion. We keep certain things secret because that is what the good people want, that’s what the people pay for: to be deceived. We keep the audience in the dark. We keep the players guessing. We never let them know what we hold in our hands. We never let them know what may never be and what will always remain. When we let them think nothing, we let them think anything. To break the spell is the ultimate shame. To rock the boat, is cause for disdain. To shatter the stone, brings curious pain. So, instead, we sit in stunned silence, with quiet violence, gathering our thoughts, awaiting judgement, like everybody else. The audience must not be members of the insiders club, they must not be in on the joke. To let them trickle out of the trance is to fail. So, they flunk the magician. They reject the scene. Because, to let the audience squirm free from their suspension of disbelief is to upset the great equilibrium, and annihilate the illusion. Best to be avoided, for it causes confusion. Then, you lose the collusion. Instead of the audience inviting you in, they reject the intrusion. Nobody wants to see the machine for all its tainted glory. They mask the machine because it is grotesque and inelegant. The machine marches over its masters. The audience is not interested in the machine and we don’t want them to be. Instead, we redirect attention. See how so many more marvel at the curtains? the glorious curtains. The mysterious ruby red curtains. See them? Almost iridescent. Fluttering, sparkling and swooshing. The brilliant, shimmering curtains that hide all that you don’t want to know and only reveal that to which you are accustomed. The curtains that bleed disbelief, they keep you ensconced, sheltered and safe; a caul in which you remain forever dressed to bathe. That which keeps you in the warmth of the womb, your comfy cave. That which sets you free to act like a slave. To have choice over circumstance, is the supreme luxury. Let’s pretend that you do. Let’s pretend that you are the 'decider’ of your own destiny. How do you choose it? What sets your limitations? Who determines your endpoint? Why don’t you know any better? And, more importantly, why don’t you know any worse? Who gave you your goodness gracious? Who gave you your laugh? Who made you stare? Who made you pull out all of your hair? Who is what molded you. You are the purposeful byproduct of who. And you never get to choose who that is. Still, the stage-show needs to be tugged to and fro. It doesn’t just go on, and on, on its own, you know? This is the sleight-of-heart that keeps our souls from drifting apart. A sky casts its mark with prior art. An act so low, between those in the dark, and thems in the know. How do you know, which way to go, when you are drawn, and quartered by the row? Everything already divided and decided by so and so. Do you ever even get a chance to say no? It all happens in the same way some shadows play together under the trees, flickering fast among the weeds, like some curious disease, that keeps some from living on their feet, and others from staying on their knees. It’s the same something that binds those who arrive from their pleas. Pray hard. Pray fast. Pray silent. Pray aghast. Pray violent. Pray again and again for it won’t last. Just pray to bide your time. Pray to hit rewind. Pray again and again, just to get back in line. Do what you do, pray for your dues. Pray for what you can’t lose. Pray for some booze. Pray to choose. Pray for the ruse. Pray to never know a thing and always be confused. For there are always too many facts left to peruse. So pray for someone to do it for you. Beg for a long life, a third, fourth husband, or just one wife. Beg for a fast death, and a slow breath. Beg for her smile, beg for her child, beg for her love, beg her for miles. Wait for her moment that keeps for forever. Wait for her blood to keep you tethered. What more to want than what you can’t have? What other tune can drive you so mad? For the one who creates you, rolls right back to annihilate you. Tee-tottering love whisks you from your feet, when one moment you feel weightless, and the next you sit wounded on your seat. And, yet you would never undo what some silent goddess has done. You may go fast, and slip past, bolting like a colt in the open sun, laughing like a child with furious fun, but the tracks take you back, so forever around and round you must run. So, don’t stop, don’t shrink, don’t think or you'll blink. For, her love is your source and her hate is your sink. The gods play the love game as long as it is cast. The glorious don’t wait until the good glory has passed. So make the most and make it last, for the greatest love hard, but they also love fast.

Gee a liar like Trump. Who could have guessed. Killing puppies and other animals.

Venmo with extra steps-Rick & Morty!

Love you, Mr. Kinzinger. Cheers up!

Spanked by the news. Oh please is that to "easy"".

Put dragon costume on flamethrower dog while I apply for credit card!!!!!!

Trump 2024!! To save America!

Anyone who vote for Trump can consider themselves as Traitors.

Fined 200 Big Mac's

"minor florida problem" is a Matt Gaetz reference also, wondering how many other "typos" Kristi made in her book that needed "changing" - maybe she didnt really disarm that bank robber with her bare hands?

Hey Russia, what's that on your back? A Siberian bigfoot?

Is it just me, or does Sparkles look like a blue robot counterpart to the dog from Jim Henson's "Fraggle Rock"?

Wear a headlamp? More like a HAZMAT suit.

Gatorade is ok, it has electrolytes. It's what babies crave.

I have a riddle for you, what is the difference between sucking up to your new parent company and openly mocking them on tv? The answer is about 28 Emmys. 🤣

I enjoyed this clip, very funny, Stephen!😂

Something I hadn’t really thought about till now is the fact that even Hitler loved his dog. WOW. These people are worse than the worse dictator engraved into our collective memories. Please vote blue 💙

Dogs Kristi Noem can't kill!

*Jack and the Beanstalk* USA. Top of the world to you! I bought some magic beans and I’m cleaning out the giant. Move to America. Do a little math and science. You have literally conquered most of the world. Look. Just by living in America a person towers above eight billion people. The climb to the very peak is literally three feet above me. That is ALL!!!! Do not expect anything else from me. That is as modern as the world can get. Do not look down, fools! A lot of Americans do not understand they are the civil nation. It’s a little inappropriate how they’re blind. They’re a little cuckoo. They expect American ideals are everywhere. Not. These Tesla cars and rockets are worldwide cutting edge. It is here the root of computing and modern physics lies. The ALTAIR 8080 and nuclear test site is around the bend. People on the other side of the world could literally go into shock from being this close. NK. World changing events. America is like a sleeping giant out of Jack and the Beanstalk. We are blind. Lost in an illusion on a mountain of treasure we barely own or think about. I just need to retrieve the New Age movement of Thoth. Knuhgygfggvhijbjjj

Please don't invite Noem to do rescue dog rescue.

Noem is setting up for the campaign slogan: "and your little dog too".

Getting acquired by Sonny is like taking a walk with Cristi Noem to a gravel pit.

Once you buy a snazzy outfit for Raúl Castro's 2011 inauguration as the first secretary of the Communist Party of Cuba, you have to find other opportunities to wear it. After all, leadership change comes too infrequently to North Korea.

Stephen is Judge Juan on Trying Trump case. What with that hairdo😂😂😂

This man single handly expose lies of Muhammad😂😂😂

Starting' to look like a Martin Lawrence character.

One of my ALL TIME FAVORITES ever. Sitting at my Dad’s feet on a Saturday night laughing our butts off. “I’m so glad we had that time together…” You should watch Carol on old reruns of Password with Alan Luden. She is brilliant and hilarious and along with Betty White gave us some great great TV.

He now has been forgiven 300 days in jail for contempt.

Awake and the cold seems to have disappeared 🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐🧐

Victim of cult ot Muhammad

Please bring back "Millania"

Rubio has a minor Florida problem, and Matt Gaetz has a Florida minor problem

Mad love for Colbert's bringing it back to the greatest female singing group ever, TLC!