It’s that time of year when we gather around the tree with loved ones and celebrate the birth of baby Jesus (or crass consumerism). Then one week later those with still working livers and those who are too young to know any better get drunk, make out with a stranger and try to forget all the shit that happened in the previous year. However, there is one little piece of business to take care of before both the alcohol and inevitable vomit begin to flow freely. We must nominate the single worst human being not named Donald John Trump (note this means Jr. is eligible) for the year of 2017. Continue reading →