I loved this funny article about "Maxine 'I Was Born Over It' Waters"
First of all let's get one thing straight, honey: you're on Maxine Waters' time and you'd be wise not to waste it. Representative Waters—who did not come to play, is not here to play, and does not foresee playtime included on any future agendas—had to let Treasury Secretary Steve Mnuchin know about it yesterday. True to form, she did not mince words and, in so doing gave all of us a brand new way to say "you tried it."
snip
Mnuchin: Mr. Chairman, I thought when you read the rules, you acknowledged that I shouldn't be interrupted and—
Waters: What he failed to tell you was, when you're on my time, I can reclaim it.
snip
Honey, there is no better response than "Reclaiming my time." It's the congressional way of saying "What you're not going to do is..." It is beyond saying "I don't have time for this." It says "I have time for this and you can't have it." Maxine has conquered time, y'all. She's the new Dr. Who up in here and she is over your Dalek nonsense today, friend.
http://www.elle.com/culture/career-politics/news/a47004/maxine-waters-reclaiming-my-time/
= new reply since forum marked as read
Hey, I don't know if you saw, but your ex, Barack, had dinner with your prom date, Justin Trudeau, in Montreal last night. I figured you probably already know about it because of your Google alert for "Sexy Justice League" but I wanted to make sure.
snip
Le Bae and Le Best Ever had dinner in a Montreal diner to discuss further ways that they could troll me. I love how they don't even acknowledge the camera or the fact that there is plenty of room next to them for you and me and 65 million Americans, actually. I am fairly certain that there is someone at the Obama Foundation whose sole job is to think of different scenarios to put the former president into that will remind us all that he's still here and still looking like a filet mignon in rolled up sleeves. I think I saw an ad for the position it on Idealist, actually: the Director of Thirst.
This position works in conjunction with Michelle Obama's Office of Slaying In Whatever The Hell She Wants and Justin Trudeau's Ministry of Perfectly Rolled-Up Sleeves and General Seductive Vibes.
snip
Right after Twitter finishes making that Rihanna/Lupita crime caper, I need this to be adapted into a quiet, candlelit film about two men with perfect torsos who meet again after a long separation to discuss rekindling their bromance and saving the world. Call it My Dinner with AnBae.
http://www.elle.com/culture/news/a45815/your-ex-barack-had-dinner-with-le-bae-in-montreal/
"...still looking like a filet mignon in rolled up sleeves" 
