Show us the paperwork, Big D.

I'm way behind on events in the GOP  cesspool, so I have to check:

Has anybody said:

Show us your birth certificate, bully-boy Trump!

Time to troll the Troll.

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Unrelated matter: There's a godaddy commercial with a bunch of people pumping their arms, including a plump redhead ... I hope those actors were paid well. The advertising agency, however, should be destroyed. Painfully.

I know it is standard practice for TV commercials to have characters that act like fools, but this one's in D. Trump category.

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Lazy Amazon workers, my ass

Monday's "Nightly Show" had Larry Wilmore and guests discussing the Amazon workplace story, and calling Amazon employees wimpy and lazy.

Hey, assholes on TV, with your makeup department and  bottled water, try this:

You get paid $11.50 an hour to stand on your feet for 10 or more hours, having to ask permission to take a bathroom break, with computers tracking your every move, every moment. Your supervisor's got a metrics chart that shows how much work everybody should do (the person who made that chart has never done your job). If you complain, the guy standing next to you on the packing line gets a reward for ratting you out.

The "fulfillment center's" AC is broken and it is 98 degrees outside, meaning it's 120 inside. You're breathing diesel fumes from the forklifts.

No talking, no music, no laughing, or you're fired.

And when your shift is finally over, it takes you more than an hour to get out of the building, because management is doing searches that barely stop at cavity probes, because they're so paranoid about stuff being stolen.

When you wipe your ass with that delivered-in-an-hour toilet paper, remember that the person who fetched it off the shelf and put it in the box was treated no better than a sweatshop worker in China.

Amazon had to move its warehouse 45 miles, from Fernley, Nevada, to Reno, because they couldn't find wage-slaves to work there any more. They poisoned the work-force pool.

If the employees in Amazon white-collar jobs bitch about the horrid place to work, they should be bused to a "fulfillment center." Paper-pushers don't know what work is.

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Pasadena's not that cool

Finally figured out what bugs me about "The Big Bang Theory," the sitcom: Two  of the men wear 3 or 4 layers of clothing, in their own apartments and most everywhere else.

Leonard will have a light jacket, a sweater, and a shirt on, indoors. Raj, too.

It can't be that cold in Leonard's apartment building: Penny's usual clothing leaves lots of skin showing.

Sheldon and Howard go jacket-less indoors.

I've spent a lot of time—mostly wasting time—in Pasadena, and it's not that cold anytime and rarely superhot in the summer.

Take it off, guys! Cue the stripper's music.

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Hello, I.T.? I.T? Are you there?

A computer using the number 702-786-4810 called me 24 times tonight (about once every 30 seconds with occasional pauses of about a minute) before I unplugged the phone line. (I take back everything I ever said about caller I.D.)

702 is Las Vegas/Southern Nevada. The computer informed me that I won a free trip to ... I don't really know because I cursed it and hung up.

The string of calls began.

The good part is that while the computer was stuck calling me, it was not calling other people, including some sucker who might fall for the criminal's pitch.

You're welcome.

The bad part is if my best friend tried to reach me because she was having another heart attack, or worse.

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The Hobbits gave it back?

It's been months and months since New Zealand vanished from the world map that looms behind Larry Wilmore on his talk show.

But it's back! I first noticed it Monday night, but it might have returned last week.

About freakin' time!

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The ship deserts the sinking rats

In revenge for Jon Stewart's abandoning me, I'm going to eat pizza with a knife and fork. Suck it, Stewart.

Live long and prosper, too.

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