And what about the old guys, you know, the ones who belt UNDER the gut instead of over?

Yes, I came here to ask why she’s rolling her eyes (well, I know why) - surely he’s paying her, and aren’t lawyers supposed to be better at suppressing things?

They’re often seen in hospitals and sinking ships.

I remember my grandmother always had these, for high heels, along with a transparent accordion-folded rain bonnet. And a transparent raincoat. She was brilliant in SO many ways.

At the very least, I wish they’d have the self-respect to prohibit interruptions by applause and just get to the damned end. They’re interminable and undignified.

JFK?

This is Benito, a much better demagogue.

This is all about the day you wake up and discover that you’ve accidentally acquired a cut-rate gigolo – it’s embarrassing, especially because it sneaks up on you. My advice is to waste no time feeling sheepish, stop throwing good money after bad and move on. Lemons are lemons.

She’s actually performing the duties of the Mother of the Groom with great aplomb, good for her!

AND the churches will be able to instruct their people explicitly, if they aren’t already. It reduces everything to a single issue, in one way or another - murdering babies. It is just peculiar. That press secretary woman in the White House uses that reasoning. God chooses flawed instruments blah blah blah. It is…

I think it’s pretty clear that she wants a separate league for women because if they beat a man, he might cry, which would be just too sad. Don’t blame her for her soft heart.

When I was a young woman taking subways in the ’70s, it never crossed my mind that I could tell somebody about (and expect action on) the innumerable trench-coat men, masturbators, bumpers and gropers I’d run across. All the offensiveness was considered something you just had to put up with; you know, making a fuss…

Human Resources is NOT YOUR FRIEND. They are concerned only with protecting the company from liability, which they will do in the most expedient way possible, very often at the cost of the lower-powered employee who laid the complaint. So good news that the fellow employees are speaking up, somebody’s raising their…

What in the name of all that’s holy are you defending your home from? Really, if somebody’s kicking down your front door, wouldn’t a nice 12 gauge do just as well? You people talk as if you’re fifty miles from the resident state trooper in an area filled with marauding zombie biker gangs.

Instead of worrying about the general revoltingness of others’ bare feet, you could take satisfaction in the thought of the inevitable toe fungus and plantars wars that await that free spirit. If we’re comparing horror stories, I once worked in a place in which they took away my little cubicle and put me out on the…

I suspect it’s also about maintaining the underclass supply so they have enough people to work cheap and join the army now that they’re going to get rid of the immigrants. If all goes well, a lot of them will go into the privatized prisons so they can work for FREE! Either that or we’ve become completely overrun with…

The problem with that sort of “honk-honk” humor is that it is a minor expression of the very major problem that women are STILL treated as property, and not their own. There’s a whole spectrum of expression, and if it were generally accepted that women were autonomous beings rather than vessels, or vassals, perhaps a…

Stop giving these people your money and work with something, anything, else. This sort of propaganda is making it impossible to present a reasonable appeal to maintain hunting rights on public lands, etc. I hunt where people also birdwatch and ride horses and hike and bike, and with this sort of thing floating around,…

If you don’t yet feel like there’s no tomorrow, you’re a hard man, Bobby Finger. I am in utter awe of your ruthless determination and strong stomach, please don’t feel that you have to prove any more!

Could these statues be removed from public view and sent to Mr. Spencer, for him to keep in his yard? I’d contribute toward the cost of shipping right to his front door.