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Wow, this bit of video may have done the impossible.

The only thing Gary, Indiana is good for is getting someone to spontaneously break into song.

So let me get this straight—when you recognize the humanity in people, and, heaven forfend, go so far as to remind them of as much, a potentially hardened criminal turns into a bowl of warm oatmeal?

A black man gestures to a squad car with his hand draped in a towel and he gets shot in the head. A white man wanders into a public place armed to the teeth after police receive calls from panicked citizens, and he is arrested without incident.

I have worked in restaurants for most of my adult life; it is a realm in which the dominant rule of business is that owners will do whatever they can get away with. That is, until someone call them on the carpet for their attempted misdeeds, usually civil, although sometimes criminal as well. This rule applies from

I was serving food at a Malibu eatery renowned for its view of the Pacific, when I had a large party, a family, with the eldest member a gentleman who probably went to prep school with Methuselah.

I got it, the reference, fyi.

I literally got dizzy reading this, trying to connect the dots that (in)form your life.

Support for Ms. Newsome and Mr. Dyson has been stellar. Here’s a link if you’d like to throw down for them as they did for you.

This is what is so disturbing about the distorting effects of celebrity.

One could make the argument that neither of these people would have reached hero status were it not for the efforts of the other.

I used to work at a Malibu eatery that featured drawings by celebrity/artists on the wall, that conspicuously featured a heart, the proceeds from the sales of which went to benefit the American Heart Association.

If you’re either working or middle-class, and have ever bemoaned the utter lack of any politician representing you and the issues that touch your life most directly, a person who speaks plainly and truthfully, and isn’t owned by some oligarch who wants nothing more than to purchase another public servant to strengthen

Note to Mr. Trump:

When did irrefutable facts fall so far out of fashion as to be displaced by feelings?

So, in terms of football jargon, was Ms. Collins the victim of a “crack-back” block?

The poor woman’s body language took on that of a laboratory animal that knew it was about to be put to sleep.

I can totally relate.

Just so you know, rich Californians are pretty sure that there are no restrictions that apply to them, water-related or otherwise.

Personally, I am waiting for her to announce that this entire affair, unfolding with each passing day, is a long-form performance art piece that rips the veil off of the hydra that is sexism, racism, and classism.