I was 11 or 12 when the Jon-Erik Hexum thing happened and remember being creeped out by the reports of what happened, especially when spoken over the memorial slide they showed on the CBS Morning News during the top-of-the-hour news summary. As further accounts emerged, it just kind of became nightmare fuel.

"They'll dig the hole and build the box!"
"Bodies that look so good, you're gonna want to talk to it -"
(cutup laughter)

"I'm sorry, but that board that was driven through your skull during those gale-force winds is a pre-existing condition!"

Wayne LaPierre, with that injection-molded haircut and those glasses like your grandma's dentist wears, on a revolving heart-shaped waterbed, wearing nothing but that awkward smile of his?

It's a sign of identification, of showing people what they stand for in some way. Lately I've come to think of it as not that different from having one of those Browning "buck mark" stickers on the back window of your vehicle or an "In God We Trust" license plate, or even those "Proud American Christian" flags I see…

(makes sure nobody's looking, puts peanuts in her Coke; later pauses for George Jones cameo)

Don't go giving the Hardee's/Carl's Jr. people any ideas.

Now you have me wishing he marketed a Captain Slow Cooker.

I have visions of him handing out color copies of that electoral map to everyone. Again.

Although while working at a country music radio station in 1992, I was subjected to enough "Achy Breaky Heart" to see the cracks forming in the foundation.

Haven't heard Musgraves, but saw Margo Price when she was on SNL last year, and she was awesome. Her set seemed straight out of Pop! Goes The Country or one of the countless other country music shows I grew up with, which meant I was right at home with her.

Yep. As I mentioned in another thread, both my parents grew up in farm settings and I attribute that as the reason why every steak, burger, etc., that was ever served or ordered was cooked well-done. My dad finally relented a bit in the late '80s when he discovered an excellent prime rib at a favorite steakhouse.

I would be willing to bet good money my father's insistence on well-done steak has everything to do with him growing up in rural poverty.

It's one more of those things politicians raise hell about to get votes from the "get tough on crime" voters, the same people who complain about how people in prison get to watch television when prisoners should be out in a quarry on hundred-degree days making little rocks out of big rocks or something like that. Most…

Not necessarily dead people involved, but nosing into that territory:

Signature artisan Sadness Lattes brewed from the distilled tears of widows and orphans.

The joke in SC when Pee Wee Gaskins was executed was that his final words were "Hey, warden, how come y'all unplugged that phone to the governor's office?"

In the aaaarms of the Ronald…
And of May-or McCheese….

The A.V. Club

That's a grave accusation. Now have some marble cake.