It’s not the fact of his death that she might be unaware of. It’s how he died, overcome by crippling fear. Given that she worked overtime to encourage him to be fearful, that knowledge might fan the flames of her guilt a bit.

The sun’ll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There’ll be sun!

Is there another writer who has gone from the top 1% of his field to the bottom 1%, without some sort of head trauma or senility to account for it? Twenty years ago I’d pick up a copy of SI and read whatever Reilly wrote first. Now I can’t even read his old, good stuff, because it’s too depressing to ponder how far…

One thing law enforcement is bad at understanding is that young people are often bad at telling their side of the story. I knew a teenager who lived in a situation where there was a lot of emotional and mental abuse. She had a tendency to exaggerate a little bit when she described the awful things that were happening.…

In George’s defense, it can be difficult to weed out all language that’s above Trump’s level when you want to mock him. I would hate to be a Trump speechwriter:

Great stuff, the only flaw is the part where Donald supposedly understands that 10101000101 is binary code and would indicate that someone is a machine. That’s way above his level.

Jay’s been trying to get himself demoted to backup, but the state of NFL quarterbacking is so poor that even his half-arsed efforts are still above average.

Well if I had to choose between drowning in urine or drowning in margarine, I’m definitely going with margarine.

I did too! And the tough-as-nails owl cop who’s going to bring him down!

When I was a kid, and I wanted to draw ocean waves, those projections at the top were how I’d do it. Except my oceans were blue.

Are the children on that plate drowning in an ocean of urine? Is that what I’m seeing?

“Hello, fellow friend senator. Have you done any good senating lately?”

This morning some commenters around the Gawkersphere were complaining that there was no coverage of this story. Now we know why: Kate was checking to make sure it wasn’t BS.

So cell phone signals are strong enough to pass through the train with little trouble, but the jamming signal that can block them would be dramatically impeded by the walls and windows of the train? That doesn’t make a lot of sense.

Yeah, apparently my knowledge of Canadian coffee preferences was somewhat out of date. I haven’t visited in a while, since a passport is required now and I haven’t bothered to get one.

I swear I thought I was on the left-hand side of the street, but because I was walking backwards I had my left and right confused. At least the Mounties were quite nice when they threw me into Lake Superior.

Oh, it’s totally against their will. Why do you think his head is so misshapen? They’re desperately trying to get out.

There are quite a few stops on the route where the Red Line and the Dan Ryan run together, and at each of those, the train stops for a few minutes.

Full of powdered sugar.

We do love our cow flesh, and making up complete nonsense.