Last night millions of people tuned in to see if the President of the United States could pull off the incredible task of reading a pre-written script. A warning to all future American presidents: be careful not to trip over the bar set so low before you. As it turns out, Trump can, in fact, read. Am I surprised? Truly. Am I impressed? Are you fucking kidding? A presidenting being literate should not be making headlines.
But just because Trump managed to deliver a speech without referring to entire nations as “shitholes,” doesn’t mean that the State of the Union was…good. I mean, it was essentially a racist, sexist smoked ham standing at a podium and saying a bunch of vague shit that was mostly untrue, and being met with applause breaks from his army of skanks Republicans. The only good part of last night was people taking to twitter to drag Trump’s lumpy ass. We put together a list of the most savage tweets about the #SOTU for your viewing pleasure. Spoiler alert: a lot of them are from our own Twitter account because sometimes you have to put your shame aside and face the fact that you are the best in the mothafuckin game.
@Betches_Sup
When you realize there's no one to blame but yourself #StateOfTheUnion #SOTU pic.twitter.com/5t9rGXNGHh
— The Betches Sup (@Betches_Sup) January 31, 2018
@patwiselive
Can’t wait for the 3 Doors Down concert after this
— pat wise (@patwiselive) January 31, 2018
@HireMeImFunny
#SOTU pic.twitter.com/5o1CBlLaY0
— Orli Matlow (@HireMeImFunny) January 31, 2018
@aparnapkin
we got "praise be" and "under his eye" on the 1s and 2s pic.twitter.com/MVIQhEKwZB
— Aparna Nancherla (@aparnapkin) January 31, 2018
@Betches_Sup…again
"All I wanted was to take pictures and look pretty. How did I end up here?" #StateoftheUnion #SOTU pic.twitter.com/AjvJFj8h3b
— The Betches Sup (@Betches_Sup) January 31, 2018
@suesmith666
I can’t watch this shit. #sotu pic.twitter.com/mHirAMesRW
— Sue Smith (@suesmith666) January 31, 2018
@KeatonPatti
Wow. #SOTU pic.twitter.com/i5oP2GCqBC
— Keaton Patti (@KeatonPatti) January 31, 2018
@mariskreizman
Beautiful clean Cole. pic.twitter.com/cyUt8AjIbf
— Maris Kreizman (@mariskreizman) January 31, 2018
@NoahGarfinkel
Why would you not just also tan the eye bags?
— Noah Garfinkel (@NoahGarfinkel) January 31, 2018
@SarahKSilverman
“I like big round titties. I like em big and round like grapefruits. But they’re not really grapefruits. They’re titties.” -Donald J. Trump, #sotu
— Sarah Silverman (@SarahKSilverman) January 31, 2018
@samttaggart
A fun state of the union address would be to walk up to the podium and be like "ehhhh….well it aint GOOD" and then leave
— Sam Taggart (@samttaggart) January 30, 2018
@lasteve423
I am not entirely certain, but I think the White House has recast the role of Barron Trump for the second season. #SOTU #StateOfTheUnion pic.twitter.com/J4CIdWPaeT
— S B Hammel (@lasteve423) January 31, 2018
And One More Time for @Betches_Sup
Cory Booker is so pissed off his eyes are going in two different directions. #StateOfTheUnion pic.twitter.com/GNHZHElTuE
— The Betches Sup (@Betches_Sup) January 31, 2018
I guess the moral of the story is that the state of the union is…no bueno, and you should follow @Betches_Sup on Twitter.
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Okay, I’m sure I’m going to watch tonight’s episode and find out some further heart-wrenching news about the circumstances of this character’s death (oh, spoilers BTW), but I have to go ahead and say it: I just don’t think Jack Pearson of This is Us is such a great guy. Don’t believe me? Good! I look forward to proving you wrong.
Let’s start with the pilot, in which Jack’s fuckery is mercifully limited to a single scene (somehow, I’m not referring to his kidnapping a newborn, but you kind of have to roll with that to watch this show at all). No, I’m referring to the little speech he gives over Rebecca’s extremely pregnant stomach when their doctor tries to gently warn them of the VERY REAL potential complications of giving birth to triplets. Jack not only cuts him off, possibly preventing his wife from hearing some vital medical advice, he then goes on to firmly announce that they will be bringing home THREE BABIES NO MATTER WHAT, because Mr. Architect Jack here has already purchased THREE WHOLE CRIBS and GUESS HOW MANY BABIES YOU NEED TO FILL THREE CRIBS??? (It’s three, you need three babies, because Jack is incorrectly not counting himself as the biggest baby of all). While the sentiment “I’d prefer to have all my children living” is not inherently a bad one, I can’t imagine that what you want right before giving birth is your husband screaming over your crotch like a deranged football coach about a process over which he has absolutely no control. But yeah, no pressure, Bec! Do the hardest thing in the world perfectly three times or just don’t bother coming home, yeah?
Dr. K: I am going to do my best to help you through this complicated medical process.
Jack: PHOEBE DID IT ON FRIENDS NO PROBLEM
For the next few episodes, his Jack-assery (GET IT? K, that’s my one dad joke) is a little more typical TV dad stuff: dabbling with alcoholism, setting up his daughter for some deep-seated daddy issues, and generally gaslighting his overworked wife.
Rebecca: I don’t want our child to be bullied.
Jack: Kate go put on a shirt, your mom thinks you’re fat!!!
But around episode 5, we hit a new peak in my hatred for Jack: we find out that Rebecca, who literally spawned this entire TV show from her womb, DIDN’T EVEN WANT CHILDREN. Not at all, in fact! However, this is no roadblock that Jack can’t solve by publicly berating his wife and punching a stranger in the face, which somehow ends in some bathroom floor baby-making. (Side note: In all their years of married life, have they really just been using condoms every time? Or did we skip a scene where Jack digs around and rips out Rebecca’s IUD?) Meanwhile, we continue seeing how well Jack’s forcibly knocking her up is going for Rebecca a few years down the road: She’s exactly the anxious, lonely housewife she had no interest in being, even while loving her children fiercely and being a wonderful mother. Meanwhile, Jack tries on a brooding face and seems to expect a trophy for not sleeping with his secretary. Aces.
Since I’m getting kind of emotionally exhausted here, and I need to save myself for today’s episode, I’ll speed things up: Jack continues neglecting his wife, drinking too much, and making up weird chants and traditions to ensure his children will be ostracized for life, including a three-mile hike and fake cheese on the best eating day of the year (why God). He continues drinking, throws a shit fit whenever Rebecca leaves the house, and is finally revealed to have been planning the robbery of a bar before Rebecca’s angelic presence saved him. In present day, Jack drunkenly operates more motor vehicles, punches another guy, and further embarrasses his wife.
Rebecca: You would literally be dead in the street were it not for me.
Jack: How bout less talking and more babies from you, eh?
All in all, Jack may rock some decent facial hair and have the sappy speech thing down, but he’s really no different from every other shitty family drama father character we’ve seen. He has a very specific vision of how his life should go, and he has no intention of letting his wife’s consent and human limitations anything get in his way. So, he makes some very selfish decisions that aren’t his to make and shames the lovely Mandy Moore at numerous turns for not being satisfied and on board for every second down the journey of “Jack’s Master Plan Which Does Not Require Your Approval.” Sorry, but no matter how much his children worship him like a cult leader, I’m not getting on board. #TeamMiguel out.