I'm sure having no job and five kids is rough-- and no inheritance from your dad's passing, since your mom holds the purse strings and the two of you don't get along. But.... there are ways to get out of the hole. Stop overspending, make your man work for a living instead of riding off of your last name all these years, and get yo self a side hustle. Like make something and sell it on QVC. Like sausages or glittery sweater vests.
You're so full of yourself and believe you're so untouchable. And maybe at this point, you are. But you won't be forever. No matter who you've bought and what soul-selling you've done, you can't escape the fires of Hell.
Our bumbled bee took a photo of Ivanka Trump and her son and decided to deride her over her daddy's immigration policy. Not a fact-based, intellectual relaying of opinion-- but a full-frontal gutter-sludge name-calling attack:
"Let me just say, one mother to another, do something about your dad's immigration practices, you feckless c*nt."
Wow. Your comedic prowess and wit really shone through on that one! But, as always, the offender is sorry:
"I would like to sincerely apologize to Ivanka Trump and to my viewers for using an expletive on my show to describe her... it was inappropriate and inexcusable. I crossed a line, and I deeply regret it."
Yank, yank. You don't. But that's besides the point. Here's a concept: since Mr. Trump is open to receiving Hollywood "leaders" with concerns (ie: Kim Kardshian) into the White House, why don't you float over there, and share your concerns about immigration? Because it's easier to use your platform to name-call than to try to actually be a catalyst for change.
You need swatted, Samanta Bee-yotch!
P.S. And another thing. I hate liberal hypocrisy. You stand up and march and cry out for female empowerment, but you decimate women that don't share your views and spew the most vile hatred towards them. Which is not empowering or supportive. Right? Maybe you're a feckless f*ck face.