A must-read, if deeply depressing, longform from Katie Baker.
I fondly recall my most recent visit to bustling Manhattan town, in which I visited an upscale restaurant called "Bubba Gump's Shrimp Company" in the city's so-called Creole district. As.
There's the liar: Indeed, even Fiorina’s super-PAC’s effort to manipulate the grossly manipulated and misleading Center for Medical Progress videos—videos that have been conclusively debunked—with its own YouTube version of.
When I took the occasion of the Mets clinching the NL East to make fun of Jon Papelbon, I wouldn't say I anticipated this: It's not news that Papelbon is.
As the nation's tanning salons observe a minute of silence, Pareene ties a bow on the Era of Boehner: It was not a distinguished tenure. His meager accomplishments came in.
Who will offer a contrarian defense of Kim Davis? Why, Mr. Stanley Fish, of course: Obviously, these two decisions (and there are many more on either side of the divide).
Here's a contemporary equivalent of the frequent porn screenings that took place in the basement of the Supreme Court in the 60s and 70s: It’s hard to picture Supreme Court.
OK, the movie is actually a vanity project mostly financed by the director's own production company. But I would prefer to think of the decision being made by hack production.
