Joy Behar

A onetime comedian person who used to be somewhat funny. By dint of consistency crystalized then ossified to a right-wing obsession.

Why the reversal after all that reliably consistent ragged effort? Did she realize Pence just might be president and behave the only way she understands presidents behave, vindictively? 

Her employers realized a good portion of her audience is Christian. I'm guessing.

I just now realized, ping, like that, she had her surgeon install permanent bitch smirk. 

Segue.

Here's another opportunity to flog a book that seems ridiculous but was actually incredibly helpful. Carol Maggio's Facercize. Come to think of it, Maggio resembles Behar just a bit. 

Believe it or not, this book lifted me from permanent Bell's palsy. I fell on my face. Smack! Straight up face plant onto a hard surface. Full force right on my face.

 It was like cosmic punishment because the night before I was joking around and imitating my poor departed Nana admonishing me as five-year-old not to make faces. In a creaky old woman's voice I joked, "... or your face will freeze that way!"

And what do you know, my face did freeze that way the very next day. Painfully so. Who knew my dead Nana was so mean? My left eye closed, it felt like I would loose a tooth, blood all over the place, half my face unable to move. I wore an eyepatch for months due to air making it water. And even today my nose still runs whenever I begin eating.

I bought this book and did all the exercises throughout the day. Day after day, week upon week. With no result whatsoever. I had to actually find the muscles inside to tweak. I couldn't feel them. I'd tweak the unaffected side then try to match it on the dead side. It took months but I found them, one-by-one, and when I did find them I tweaked the living shit out of them to exhaustion. So I could find them again. Day by day I steadily built up. I used Maggio's book to develop my own exercise that I could do any time anywhere constantly throughout the day habitually. 

Tweaking my own face all day long.

Finally, after half a year of this,  people began to notice and gave feedback about my face being healed. Even as I could still feel one side heavy and lumbering and unresponsive and the other side natural, with tremendous imbalance between sides. I could smile at children again without producing a frightful twisted sneer instead of a natural smile. 

Then a friend laughed at me and said, "There's that mischievous smirk of yours."

"I'm smiling, you asshole!"  

Apparently Bell's palsy is common. I don't know why this book isn't more famous for this one benefit alone. It helped me tremendously.