A man named Josef Buzhminski told this story at the trial of Adolf Eichmann.
A few words about my sexism.
Elmo Cook knew nothing about it.
He'd heard the sirens in the middle of the night alerting all of Abilene that something had happened, but when he tried to turn on the radio, he found that his power was out. And when he left for work in the morning, the paperboy had not yet made his rounds.
The truth is dead, and Facebook killed it.
"I pray for the president of the United States. And I pray for the United States of America." -- House Speaker Nancy Pelosi
The Republican Party's appeal, it has occasionally been argued in this space, stems largely from an implicit promise: Vote for us and we will repeal the 20th century.
"You don't have to be the hero." That, John Castillo told NBC News Wednesday, is something he had advised his 18-year-old son, Kendrick. If ever a shooter invades your school, son, don't try to confront him, don't take the risk. But Castillo said Kendrick had other ideas, telling his dad that he would not hesitate to defend other people's lives.
"The first thing we do, let's kill all the referees."
Admittedly, that is not quite how the famous line from Shakespeare's "Henry VI" goes.
At least Judas got 30 pieces of silver. Franklin Graham got a tax cut and the promise of a border wall.
I'll admit that I've been wishy-washy about this.
This is about Kyle Korver and that white lady on the plane. The former is an NBA veteran, a sharp-shooting forward for the Utah Jazz. The latter edged past my seat on the way to her own on a crowded flight about two weeks back. A button on her shirt caught my attention. "Black Lives Matter," it said.
And what will you say afterward, America?
Baloney is not free.
That's important to keep in mind in an era that finds America wading hip deep in a cascading tide of bovine effluvium.
With pre-emptive apologies to grammarians everywhere, today we ponder the following question:
Who is "we?"
It felt, with apologies to Yogi Berra, like "deja vu all over again."
Originally, this was going to be a column about Sydney Aiello. She was 19 years old, a graduate of Marjory Stoneman Douglas High in Parkland, Florida, and she was buried Friday after committing suicide.
People always seem surprised in moments like this. Always shocked.
So I go to my barber for a shave. While I'm waiting for her to finish the man ahead of me, this other guy and I get to talking about Donald Trump. He's no more a fan of the boy president than I am, and pretty soon, we've got the whole shop laughing as we rip Trump's idiocy.
There's an old song that always comes to mind at times like this.
A few words about the Trail of Tears and other jokes.
Granted, the Trail of Tears would hardly seem a laughing matter.
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