Wikipedia (for what it's worth) also indicates that police and intelligence services engaged in election tampering to help her get her latest term, and that her administration "established a commission to monitor and prosecute social media critics of Park." So…probably more sane than Trump, but given to similar…

Why do you get these amusing things on late night NJT and I get the douchebros playing Red Hot Chili Peppers at top volume.

Right, because there's nothing except those two poles.

Playing into the fantasies of people who think that they'd survive, man! Also the cheap nihilism Col. Alphonse mentioned - if you assume the world is ending, you can abdicate responsibility for the future. Which is part of why I hate 99% of apocalyptic fiction.

The detention camps during the Mau Mau uprising go back farther than that, but they were pretty horrific in their own right.

Nah. Not if you don't use Facebook, at least.

Yeah, I went to college around the same time, and I feel like as soon as widespread public use of the Internet became a thing we were being cautioned about what we posted - admittedly, when I was a kid it was more in the "don't let the child molesters know where you live" sort of way, but still, that paranoia was…

Nah, you just volunteer or something and call it a gap year.

Just to add on to the above point - at the level where Harvard is operating, they could admit an entirely different class and have them be just as good as the people they did admit. In situations like this, where resources are extremely scarce, I'm okay with not giving those resources to asshats, because there are so…

They'll take a gap year and apply again next year. Odds are they have the financial means to do that kind of thing, and even make a resume item out of it - volunteering in Costa Rica or whatever.

The trope of the shotgun-wielding dad on TV is like a transmission from an alien planet for me - I can't even conceive of my dad doing that, because what?

We had a cartoon book called something like "100 Uses For A Dead Cat" in the house when I was a kid. Yes, my parents' taste warped me for life.

No, that sounds like a total dirtbag move. Imagine if he'd done a school shooting episode after right Sandy Hook or something. (Did he?)

I thought it was hilariously terrible, but gave him points for going all-out in his delivery instead of doing the wimpy Helena Bonham-Carter whispery thing.

The kid who went after I got eliminated got "sandal." And spelled it wrong. Sigh.

I only made it as far as regionals, and that was 20 years ago, but no, there was no entry fee. I don't know if travel costs are covered for the national competitors, but that would be the first place where there would be any real costs.

It was absolutely my first Poirot, and the first time I'd read a murder mystery, so I remember having to stop at first because I was horrified at the (really mild, by genre standards) description of the first murder scene. I was 12, okay?!

Its ratings were fine until it got moved from that good slot next to Elementary to 10pm. CBS viewership is asleep at that point.

Yvette Nicole Brown is going to be on that new show about the rapper-mayor which I am now contractually obligated to watch since it's a musical.

I have officially hit the point in my life where I do a Mr. Rogers-style wardrobe switch as soon as I get home from work. Except afterwards I usually faceplant on the couch.