Grammar trivia:

A gazebo of racists is called a "coward."

Closet jokes? Really?

Wink-wink-I-might-be-gay was coy and titillating 20 years ago, but now it just makes you look afraid, ashamed and pathetic.

You are entitled to come out on your own terms and in your own way, obviously, but you insult what we've achieved and you forfeit our look-the-other-way professional courtesy when you repeatedly play wink-wink-I-might-be-gay on national television in 2017. Those of us who are never-look-back out and those of us who are resolutely-in-the-closet not have made our choices and are living our lives the way we decree. But our culture still dictates that you can't have it both ways. And your self-indulgent behavior tonight made you look like a childish coward, Kevin.

The D is for Draft Dodger

There's no way you even KNEW today was D-Day without some random staffer having accidentally seen it on your Selfish Entitled Cowards of 2017 calendar. And it's troops *who*, you pants-wetting black hole of emotional need. You're (at least on paper) a grown man. If you're going to pretend you're nobly fighting for isolationist American nationalism and issue such a heartfelt tweet (Wow! A whole tweet! With a PICTURE!) about the American sacrifices that have grotesquely allowed you to become the American president, LEARN TO SPEAK AMERICAN.

GOD! There aren't enough words in all the languages on earth to describe how much I hate you.

Curse my planning!

I should have knowingly colluded with Russia then lied about it at my confirmation hearing to be appointed National Security Adviser for a pathologically corrupt, implosively treasonous, anything-but-presidential administration. Then I might have gotten some immunity from this damn cold/flu/accountability thing that's going around.

Hey, look! It's Susan B. Anthony!

A libtard! FINALLY!

This brain trust holds the distinction of being the first person ever to call me a #libtard. IT SURE TOOK YOU GUYS LONG ENOUGH.

Anyway, I sent him a friendly response telling him he was being awfully judgey for a man who hadn't mastered rudimentary capitalization and punctuation. I even helpfully defined "rudimentary" for him. Then I asked him if perhaps "Basket of Winners" was a pseudonym for "Betsy DeVos."

He promptly responded with this thoughtful -- albeit heterocentric, but in his defense, reading for comprehension doesn't appear to be his strong suit -- message:

Then he blocked me. Rude.

If you're looking for a fun little hobby with almost zero long-term commitment, visit his page and send him a cheery little note. Or maybe some other kind of note. Your choice.

Then sit back, wait for him to call you a libtard, get blocked, and return to conversing with adults who use real words. I'm sure he'll be glad to hear from you though.

#coward