White supremacy newsletters sound like something that should be utterly mocked.

“Welcome back to this edishun of White Like Me! In news this month, I’m still white. But I did get a nasty sunburn on account of how I done had to stand out in the sun for a half hour in my best y-fronts to fix that lazy Jim Bob’s truck before I could take it on date nite with my sister. I blame them coloured folks with their melanine and new world order ties to the Demoncrates weather control sattelights an theyre five gee! When Elon fills the sky with his sattelights, then we gon see some progress! Hail Elon!”

If she does, can the Nobel Committee rule her prize invalid (and, therefore, Trump’s?)

And the media propagandists who helped foment things.

It’s the next Big Thing: Oil Cocktails!

They’ll never have that limp, soggy, and oversalted McDonalds feel like that.

McDonalds Rep: It’s not really fair you dug up Andre the Giant to hold our large fries in your picture.