You knew it was coming.
You felt it with a sickening certainty the instant news of a mass shooting flashed out from Alexandria, Virginia.
The Republican Party wants us to grade Donald Trump on a curve.
Here's a good rule of thumb for aspiring comics. Whenever you are compelled to say, "Hey, it was a joke," it probably wasn't.
l it surprising that a reporter was reportedly assaulted Wednesday night by a political candidate. Truth is, it is not surprising in the least.
I call it pouring water on concrete. You make a splash, but nothing sinks in.
I've been meaning to write this column for years.
The inspiration will invariably come some warm May evening as I am standing in the lobby of a downtown hotel and, suddenly, a limousine sweeps up and disgorges these boys in crisp tuxes, these girls in sparkly dresses, T-shirts and hoodies abandoned for the night, looking handsome and gorgeous and startlingly adult as they seek the ballroom where the prom is being held.
So how much more will it take? What else do you need to see?
"White people riot by voting."
Years later, I no longer recall who first shared that bit of wisdom with me, but I've always found it striking. Not, of course, that it is literally true.
Look, I'm the guy who once called her a "viperous harridan," OK?
BP has not been pleased.
Looks like the War on Drugs is back.
The Washington Post reported Sunday the new attorney general, Jeff Sessions, is preparing a return to the same hardline strategies that have so spectacularly failed to reduce drug use since 1971.
This is a column about Martin Luther King's other dream.
We did a lousy job.
On Monday, accountability finally arrived for Donald Trump.
It is time, once again, to explain journalism to Fox News.
Suddenly, there was just blood everywhere.
So this driver is stopped at an intersection. A pedestrian is dawdling in the crosswalk. Driver leans out the window and yells, "Get out of the street, you damned liberal!"
A hypothetical narrative for your consideration:
A man climbs through the window of a sleeping girl.
I'm beginning to feel like Sally Field.
You are a boy, living in a child's blissful unaware.
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