Midway through his discussion of America’s largely ineffective response to the Syrian crisis, President Obama found himself in the middle of another crisis—a reporter who had fallen ill, interrupting the press conference. “Can somebody help out, please?” he asked.
Did you know that, once upon a time, there was an official U.S. Presidential yacht? The USS Sequoia is now a National Historic Landmark, and a judge says it’s deteriorating and inhabited by raccoons. Wow—another neat metaphor.
A Donald Trump rally on Wednesday afternoon in Long Island forced a counseling center for victims of rape and domestic abuse to abruptly shut its doors for the better part of a day. The Safe Center LI found out late Tuesday that the roads around their building would be closed. They were forced to cancel around 30…
A great metaphor is like a brain tumor: it’ll linger in your mind for much longer than it should. (A bad metaphor, of course, is like that too.) And political speech is much like a brain full of brain tumors, i.e. nonfunctional, both in a “metaphorical” sense and a real one. Hey, where’d you go?
How do you like to do sex? Is it in a classy way, or a dirty way or a kind of intense way? Does the image of a pencil being sharpened to a fine by an electric machine made to strip away bits of wood accurately describe the beautiful meeting of phallus to orifice? The first-ever ad for sex says YES! Or BZZZZZZZZ, I…
The Mama Grizzly That America Never Asked For normally makes me want to punch baby deer, but I was actually able to watch this clip from her upcoming reality show with the sound on. What. The. Fuck.