I applaud (and share) your dedication to uncovering and reviewing all the most important aspects of this noteworthy phenomenon.

Mesmerizing, right? Hearted back.

I love it. Because if there's one thing Paris is known for, it's fried chicken.

My girlfriends and I refer to that as the Deangelo. In honor of...

Yes! It's one of the oddities of NY. I once sat on a Brooklyn grand jury where we had to decide whether to indict a guy who was arrested for robbing a Kennedy Fried Chicken (we didn't). It was a window into just what the article describes.

Let me give you comforting hugs and soothing massages, boys.

In New York City, if you live in the 'hood, you are never far from a KFC....a Kennedy Fried Chicken. And that knock-off begat its own knock-offs, including JFK Fried Chicken and Lincoln Fried Chicken.

Hearted. One of my favorite movies ever.

I know, me too. My cold cynical heart actually broke a little!

I was more venting than arguing. Not aimed at you. Sorry.

Yeah, I get that about criticism in general but in this case, with Anne Sinclair, I don't give a fuck.

O hai! How've you been?!

How does my criticism impact her, though?

Anne Sinclair sticks by her misogynist sleazebag of a sex offender husband—-and defends him and pays for his legal representation—-because for whatever reason, that works for her.

It almost makes me wish Newt would be the nominee, because he would lose his shit if Barack did that.

I always imagined there was some pretty terrifying wine- and cocaine-fueled karaoke at those things.

Oh, that's hilarious. At the very least, he gets credit for banging out the whole song, with piano, instead of just crooning two lines.

That NEEDS to happen.

Not to be a jingoistic asshole....but to be a jingoistic asshole for a moment here...

Hell yeah. And at every conservative racist lying nasty-ass attack, he just needs to look right into the camera and go: U MAD, BRO?