The fart-blossoming, and the parfait and the eclair, and the King James, and Rebel protestor scum. In a word: a lunch.

I noticed a few stray protestors kept off-camera, even Joey Chestnut clubbed one of them during the Hot Dog Contest, a protestor standing bravely against the building of the Deathstar, and this, after a mystery crash/explosion on the moon.  This is just like when Captain Archer was testing the phaser banks on a asteroid, and Commander Tucker unplugged his eyepad, which caused of burst of free power on the internal grid, which surged through the phaser array and obliterated the asteroid, rather than fine-pointed target practice.  It fart-blossomed onto the parfait of the eclair.

And from the "all politics is pms" department:

And, behold, a woman, which was diseased with an issue of blood twelve years, came behind him, and touched the hem of his garment:

For she said within herself, If I may but touch his garment, I shall be whole.

But Jesus turned him about, and when he saw her, he said, "Daughter be of good comfort; thy faith hath made thee whole."

And the woman was made whole from that hour.

And furthermore, and so forth:

"Whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea."

Or rather, cast into the sea, or cast onto MSNBC, "the unfriendly skies".

Before the third trimester?

What is the difference, in the long run, in the final analysis, between Hannity's unfairly gleaned text messages appearing on tv, and Hunter Biden's abandoned homemade porn being on tv?

Let's ask Chelsea.