Oh, the "allow a great artist his art" argument. No. You can't unknow what you know. Having once known he's raped, you can't hear "Noah" without wondering, "Ham's wife, come help the old man carry a bucket of nails out of the hold."

There was nothing the previous poster said that rated an insult. If perhaps you had asked why the previous poster had said that, the reply might have been that the vast majority of serial killers, with very few exceptions, hunt within their own racial group, according to the extensive research studies published by…

The mother-in-law thing. I can't believe this is still going around. Yes, some women are difficult, and you have to learn how to adjust to them. Seriously, you should have figured this out before the wedding, when she would have been at her worst, if she had what you would consider a worst. My mother-in-law is a…

Mormon states.

As others have explained, Koko is more than capable of feeling grief, joy—as when she got another kitten to raise, need—she has been expressing a wish for a child for some time, sorrow—at least to rejection by two prospective mates. Gorillas and other primates mourn their dead young, as do elephants. There is a…

I must be one of the few people in the universe who both didn't mind "the Kennedys" and, for the first time, got an idea of what this woman's life was like with that family and a sense of who she was under the porcelain exterior. I think she did a good job with the part.

this gent isn't a moron—he's a Grade A, número uno, USDA Choice stalker psychopath, looking for a woman with the least flaw in her fortress wall. One crack, one bit of uncertainty, and this creeper will be following you down the street, offering his "compliments" and "courtesies" until you've made the one move or…

this gent isn't a moron—he's a Grade A, número uno, USDA Choice stalker psychopath, looking for a woman with the least flaw in her fortress wall. One crack, one bit of uncertainty, and this creeper will be following you down the street, offering his "compliments" and "courtesies" until you've made the one move or…

Truly, my dears, did you expect any different? It's Florida, where they have monsters in the swamps.

At a *funeral*. At a FAMILY FUNERAL.

I think ol' Rushbo has been doing `way too many substances for `way too many years. It's time to find him a nice assisted living community with gates that lock from the outside and no access to broadcast technology.

What I have to say won't do E.R. any good, unless she wants confirmation that she was raped when she was 16, even if she thinks she consented and he is pressuring her to say it was statutory (if it was statutory, why is he pressuring her to say so?). From what I read, she was raped and abused for years.

Given the lousy treatment Native Americans get in this country, the change of a football team's name is the absolute least that could be done as a beginning to treat them like human beings.

I wonder if Rambold's defense attorneys have daughters.

We were poor. My folks didn't even ask if we kids had the money for it; the word was "No." Pleading was not something we did if we knew what was good for us. But on Christmas? We learned then that they listened. But no overboard, and the rest of the year we got toys that we could use to make other toys—clay,…

You see, this is how Ms. Tantaros safeguards herself from us, because she knows she's really attractive. It would be like biting into a sour lemon. She hasn't said a pleasant thing since she showed up on Faux.

Oh nooooooooo!

I feel old. I can still sing it.

But it took so long to make it!

I just read the Times piece, the original one. What the hell were these writer thinking? What a nasty, shrill, gathering- of-the-girls-to-discuss-who's-stealing-whose-husband. . . .