You put that in capital letters as if it were some kind of surprise or not already widely known.

Good point - I would hardly expect the Trump Administration to admit the existence of complex numbers, let alone cite them in an answer to a math question.

It's a joke, son.

I used to have those "naked in school" nightmares until in one of them, I noticed that no one else in the dream seemed to be paying any attention to my being naked, and I figured, "If they don't notice anything wrong, what am I worried about?" and never had that dream again. I also used to have those "I can't find my…

There are several episodes of The Twilight Zone that feature time loops of one sort or another:
"Shadow Play" - a guy keeps returning to a "dream" in which he's on death row
"Judgment Night" and "A Quality of Mercy" - a person is forced to relive the same battle from the point of view of each side
"Spur of the Moment" -…

Or the "Treehouse of Horror" episode in which Homer goes back in time, changes history, and nearly every attempt to restore the time line makes things worse.

I think that I'm Gonna Git You Sucka is hilarious, but in that one, most of the humor comes from non-Wyanses (Keenan Ivory is the straight man, and the rest of the brothers have parts that range from small to walk-on).

I was going to make a comment to the effect that he could have made it to the church on time if he hadn't spent so much time berating that poor security guard, but I guess there's not much point in that now.

Except that there's no Keeley Hawes.

Some folk will never eat a skunk,
And then again some folk 'll. . .

Over time, my "white" shirts start yellowing, while my "ecru" shirts start fading, to the point where sometimes I can't tell at first sight whether the shirt I'm holding in my hand is "white" or "ecru."

Prior to Pearl Harbor, there was a not insignificant amount of sentiment in the U.S. that Hitler should be an ally because he was against communism (see: Charles Lindbergh and "America First").

We are not amused.

I'd like to see a film set in the USSR in 1953 in which people are reeling following the death of famous composer Sergei Prokofiev.

How can inevitability be turgid?

Is that any worse than the A.V. Club, which doesn't allow you to update the information in "my info" — meaning that there is no way of informing them that the email address that is associated with your A.V. Club login was cancelled 10 years ago?

Stray observations from someone who, for a variety of reasons, saw the episode a couple of days late and is too lazy to wade through nearly 1700 comments:

That must be a new "tradition." Back where I come from, we always celebrated Obama Day by going out for a round of golf to commemorate the leisure activity that Obama famously participated in and Trump famously cheated at.

If they really loved him, they'd add another star to the Chicago city flag.

More like "when citizens feel that they no longer have a stake in democratic institutions," I think.