A muralist with either ardently delightful and/or disturbing political fan fiction-related fantasies has created a mural of Donald Trump and Vladimir Putin making out. How aroused are you on a scale of “I didn’t know kissing involved so much staring, also why am I having a panic attack” to “my sexy fun time organs…

In 2013, after fourteen years of marriage, high profile supervillains/married couple Wendi Deng and Rupert Murdoch went their separate ways. Since then, these two morally bankrupt (but financially rich!) trash goblins have (reportedly) settled down with new romantic partners. So who rebounded best?

Let’s play a game I like to call Cold War: Redux, where terms like “dead from a heart attack” actually mean “dead by a fatal beating for someone who was very, very unhappy with you...XOXO Gossip Putin.”

Friday morning, bursting vacuum cleaner bag Donald Trump appeared on Morning Joe to accept Russian President Vladimir Putin’s endorsement and, in turn, to subtly endorse the murder of anyone who disagreed with him.

In last night’s Republican debate, questions were ignored, data were fudged, lies were lied. No lie was more compellingly told, however, than Carly Fiorina’s applause line that she had met Russian president Vladimir Putin in a private meeting—not a green room.

On Monday night, Republican presidential hopefuls Ted Cruz and Carly Fiorina appeared on The Late Show with Stephen Colbert and The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, respectively, but only one arose victorious. Let’s compare the chats, shall we?

Russia, a country with absolutely nothing else to worry about, has decided to double down on being a human-rights-violating monstrosity of a place for anyone who isn’t straight or pretending to be: The country’s ruling class—to be clear, not a fringe group, but Putin allies Russia United—has unveiled a new flag…

Russian President and hairless, scowling badger Vladimir Putin has reappeared in public, after a 10-day absence and a string of public appearance cancellations. During his mysterious unannounced sabbatical, rumors swirled that he was sick, or dead, or attending the birth of another secret baby with his very-not-secret…

Shade court is back in session and I'm feeling especially judge-y today. This week we welcome into our shade chambers a mouthy six-year-old (a youth after my own heart), some classic southern lady shade and a special bonus ruling that I had to hand down to keep the republic in order.

Normally, the Olympics, with their feel good pageantry, would provide valuable respite from seasonal ennui. But this year, the Olympics are just making things worse.