There doesn't seem to be any shortage of virulent bigots among younger white folks.

Also, I love Red Bull, especially when I have a cold.

To be fair, it was going to happen whether or not Obama won. The inexorable, irresistible force of demographics.

(we got it in our heads to drive from Glacier National Park to Fargo in a day).

I love dogs. I love *my* dog.

Even with a CEP of five miles, they can do some serious damage.

I gather that exact figures are kept secret, but I've read estimates that multiple targets from the same missile aren't generally more than a few hundred km apart.

Several hundred yards at 500 mph is...way too close.

How is this even done?

Ooh, look at Mister Fucking CSI over here. Go on, Grissom - lay some more of that trenchant, hard-earned wisdom on us.

There were mass shootings in New Orleans,

I support "We're expecting," but "pregnant?" C'mon, now.

I dunno - I'd have total confidence in the man's ability to handle an aircraft.

I agree that this was an inappropriate, suboptimal-at-best move by her husband.

Don't forget the cover sheet. We had a problem with that last quarter.

To quote Jeff Foxworthy, getting married for sex is like buying a 747 to get free peanuts.

Consider the possibility that he has spoken to his wife about the situation, to no avail. In my experience and knowledge, these situations are almost never well-handled by either person.

I have been told by some folks that that solution *also* makes you a bad guy.

So the options you present here seem to be:

Filipino food? I'm all over that. I could friggin' live on pancit and lumpia.