Whiskey?

And then we click over and read the guy's feed and…nope. Faith in humanity lost.

Except he now has a committee working to disenfranchise millions based on their voting habits, so I suspect that won't work.

For Christmas, they get hip replacements.

I just threw up a little. Thanks.

It shall be replete with awkward white boy high-fives and laugh tracks from the mid-`90s.

You like looking at them, but being in them… No.

But it's recorded in Chicago by Chicago Public Radio and always has been, so…I'm confused. Are you instead feeling smug, unfunny Midwest faux-intellectualism?

Probably says something about my childhood that I find this way nostalgic and am consequently feeling like a cinnamon roll. A purring cinnamon roll.

I generally found that people were willing to help when they saw someone in trouble or hurt (pushing an old, stalled-out VW Bug until it restarted; helping someone just hit by a car, etc.). I got to see that a number of times when I was still working and living there. 9/11 just brought New Yorkers' humane tendencies…

Screw the peace and neighborly love jazz, we want incest, slaves, poems about boobies, and shit-tons of violence! But, you know, without converting to Judaism and learning there's way more to it than that.

According to certain strains of Christianity, "The good old days" had too many Jews.

"Soda".

"Did Not See That Coming!" coming this fall to CBS!

…for his eyes and brain after, yes?

I remember when I was still a gangly kitten in middle school and first learned about how the wealthy white landowners in the South, fearful of poor whites' justified anger at being unable to get paying work or proper compensation for their labor because of the free labor all of the (tortured, raped, etc.) slaves were…

Watch this space.

Can you blame him?

What a graphically horrible and painful way to go.

The humor is the sugar that helps the bitter pills of facts and reality go down so we actually freaking pay attention in larger numbers.