My family - and I’m willing to bet that we’re the only family in American that can say this - had two Pontiac 6000's. They were such piles of garbage, that I cannot believe GM survived in any form. I have nightmares  any time I see an A-Body.

I call bullshit.

“Brussels, I said, Brussels is not Brussels.” 

Stone cold, lead pipe, lock. Narcissistic Personality Disorder, like it was cribbed from the DSM-V.

I don’t think of myself as a vindictive person, and then I read shit like this, and a deep, malevolent laugh wells up in the pit of my stomach. Maybe I should talk to someone about that?

“Working class” in the political context has come to mean a white, middle-aged, industrial worker from a swing state, and to a limited extent, displaced workers in the industrial south with the same demographic qualifiers.

I’m glad to see Michael Lee pulled his life together.

Let’s say, hypothetically, that you’re an aging sociopath, with a family history of Alzheimer’s. Let’s also imagine that your currently in a position that is so far over your head, it’s giving you nose bleeds. What are you going to do when you can’t even walk down stairs anymore?

My sister went to a private middle school, and after reading “The Diary of Anne Frank,” they visited the Holocaust Museum. The next day, they had to sit in silence, with the lights turned off in the classroom, and the blinds only partially open. Even the most hormonal kid was profoundly moved and changed by the…

No one should be surprised by this. Steve Bannon and Brietbart used to publish - I shit you not - articles under the tag “black crime.” This is federal version of that, serving up red meat to the Trumpkins.

Election night, 2008. I was going to evening law school, and racing across town to a viewing party at a friends of mine’s house. My phone was ringing constantly, with people across my circle of friends calling in giddy anticipation about the end of the ugliness of the previous 8 years. When they called it for Obama,…

In my (Irish) household growing up, it was a family day. Frequently, it was a break from Lent, an opportunity to connect with family and reflect on how far we had come. (As my grandfather described them, I wouldn’t wish the cold water flats of the South Bronx on anyone.)

I’m not going to make an equivalence argument, but goddamn, the ethnic stereotyping and general bullshit associated with this “holiday” is staggering. That drunken excess is perceived and promoted as being an inherent characteristic of the Irish, and it’s defined as acceptable to mimic that behavior for the day is…

We’re no longer talking about a minor series of disagreements. We’re talking about a fundamental disagreement on facts. I fail to see how a country can go forward if they cant agree on basic things, like global warming. If red America wants to embrace plantation culture, good luck to them. I, for one, am willing to…

I will be starting a band called “Undercover Caucasian.” You’re welcome.

I knew about the prior public service, and assumed that he was making real money between the pundit gig and the show, he was getting paid. I stand corrected.

Van Jones is a multimillionaire TV pundit who has just as much of vested interest in seeing the existing system continue as the folks on Fox. I appreciate that he spoke from the heart on election night, but money fills in a lot of gaps.  

I’ve never seen a Tyler Perry movie, but Madea makes my uncomfortable. I feel liberated!

This administration could fuck up a two-car funeral.

Lonnie Bunch: “It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr. President.”