You could say that they're stupid.

I hope that was rhetorical, because otherwise we'll be here all week.

Into the path of an oncoming street sweeper, I hope.

In an unsurprising twist, the trail of gropings leads all the way back to the White House!

Please tell me you stabbed him in the eye with a mechanical pencil.

Any chance this might encourage her to lend her support to, well, anything that might help people? She's been remarkably quiet on everything for someone so well-off and famous.

No touching!

We're not here to discus how Taylor Swift is a giant snake wearing a people suit. That's been settled already.

I don't believe in Greg Dent.

Or to wonder what his English cousin was doing when those giant spaceships entered Earth orbit.

I don't remember when I learned not to touch people without their express permission and an active invitation, but we all know this, right?

This could apply to either of the formerly employed men in this article.

The same kind of sociopath who looks at both the platform of the GOP and the way it exerts influence in the world and says, "I like these guys." I don't know if the institutional misogyny of the GOP attracts these people or if it makes them that way once they join up, but that party is toxic.

I honestly don't remember if people were afraid to go to New York City or Washington DC after the September 11 attacks, or if the planning and coordination that went into those attacks, as opposed to the less structured nature of the more recent attacks created a sense that it couldn't happen again.

My mom, remembering the relatively recent terrorist attacks in London, Paris, and Brussels, expressed some concern when I told her about the trip to those very places Mrs. Maitland, Architect and I have planned for this fall.

Why were we supposed to be outraged by her again? I've had a lot on my outrage plate this year and kind of lost the thread.

Michael Palin in a dark comedy about a totalitarian regime? Yes, please.

Because of the film, 1997 was the year I read LA Confidential. Knowing it was the third book in a quintet, I read The Black Dahlia and The Big Nowhere first, and followed up with White Jazz, all of which blew me away to various degrees.

"And Live Free Or Die Hard…turned out to be more fun than anyone could’ve predicted." No it didn't. It was exactly as terrible as everyone predicted.

So it's The Life Aquatic if Steve Zissou was a callow 30 year old.