Over the weekend I learned that Hillary Clinton is a bigot and Hippie Dr. Feelgood grew up to become Donald Trump’s “doctor.”

I learned that the campaign manager for the leader of the Republican Party cannot defend his tweets.

And that’s there a really cool chart of Republican leaders who have Dumped the Trump and what Trump said to make them jump ship.

And that “foreign hackers” have hacked into the election data in at least two states.  Bill Gates, where are you?

It’s gonna be a great week, y’all!

In my hometown, right outside a new retirement village stands a billboard for the Looneytarian candidate for President.

(Okay, camera phone, late night drive home after the ballgame so it’s hard to see.  It ain’t like I’m Ansel Adams or something.)

I think anybody over the age of 65 who votes for the Looneytarian should voluntarily give up their Medicare and social security.  I’d be delighted to stand outside their polling place and jump in there with a place for them to sign to give it up.

Additionally, why would people over 65 who are Looneytarians purposefully go buy a house in a place with enough restrictive covenants to make communism look liberal?

But that’s okay because it ain’t like they are stealing Hillary votes.

You’ve heard Hillary talk about the alt-right but you might not have walked though the valley of weird to actually see it.

This morning I saw a great example of it.

Like many of the right-wingers, Trump campaign CEO Steve Bannon sent to his kids to private school so they didn’t have to be around minority students.  That’s pretty normal for the right wingers.

Which minority does Mr. Bannon not want his children around?

Jews.

An ex-wife ….

“He said that he doesn’t like the way they raise their kids to be ‘whiny brats’ and that he didn’t want the girls going to school with Jews.”

That’s alt-right.

Thanks to Bryan for the heads up.

Okay, so I don’t have to tell you that the most pathetic thing that has happened since Martin Shkreli thought it would be fun to raise drug prices and watch people die just for the hell of it, has to be the Epi-Pen disaster.

Mylan Inc. who decided that watching people swell up and die from bee stings would be a mess of fun, decided that buying politicians would be a good way to hedge their bets on public outcry.

So, they went to my congressidiot, Pete Olson, and showed him some love.  This isn’t the first time they donated to him, but it was a nice little reminder before they jacked up the price.  Note the date, July 12th.

Way to go, Pete.  Can’t wait until your next town hall.

Thanks Alfredo over at the Dairy Queen for the heads up.

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Last October I promised you that there was going to be a demonstration on the first day of classes at the University of Texas over having open carry on campus.

The protest was 5,000 miscellaneous sex toys carried around on campus by women protesting guns on campus.  It was called “cocks, not glocks.” That’s pretty damn funny, right?

More than one person suggested that I was at the protest because I only posted once yesterday.  To be honest, I plum forgot about it.  Plus, I had to take Momma shopping yesterday because she was making me crazy with the “You think I’m 92 years old and don’t need things.  I need things!” daily reminder.

So, I missed the rally.

While Momma was picking out her fall makeup shades, I get a text message from my friend The Judge. She’s not a judge now but she used to be for a long time.

The Judge:  We should be at the sex toy protest.

Me: Why would we protest sex toys?

The Judge: No, stoopid.  UT.  Handguns. Sex Toys instead.

Me:  Damn.  I wanted to be there for the opening ceremonies to throw out the first dildo.

The Judge:  I think we can still make it for the closing ceremonies.

Momma:  Missy, put that phone away right now.  What could be so important?

Y’all, I came this close to telling her. I didn’t, but only because I didn’t want to drive home with my purse up my behind.