This is an infuriating narrative. Appalling in every sense but one: This young woman at the center was and is relentlessly heroic.

When you say it like that, it doesn't sound so smart.

He did not lie. And his lips moved. I don't know where to place myself in this universe.

So we are warring with Iran And Russia is supplying weaponry to Iran. And we are paying Russia to send us diesel fuel. Because we are warring with Iran the ships with the diesel can't get to us. So we are buying it from Russia, which... Yeah, this is some three-dimensional chess right here.

Never step on the punchline.

Never step on the punchline.

New presidents sometimes elusive. Often when a nation needs one most.

Overstatement almost as art.

You'll like Treme.

The willful intent to slay multiple human beings at random, based on one's political, racial or religious ideology.

Go to any corner store and buy a bag of crab-flavored potato chips and then walk it up to any random Baltimorean. Thank them for Hairspray, Diner and The Wire. The Maryland film community, hanging on now for dear life and needing more work, will be honored by your pilgrimmage.

Opposed to the death penalty, me. But if I did see capital punishment as appropriate for the worst crimes -- Eichmann in Jerusalem, or Timothy McVeigh or Dylann Roof -- the profundity of the state taking life in reply demands sobriety and a basic distaste for the undertaking. Not a public carnival.

For shipping Trump and Hegseth to The Hague.

I couldn't buy a greenlight under Zaslev. Fuck's the difference?

How big a lake?

I am aware that the spectrum of what represents good parenting in our age eschews corporeal discipline. And I abide in that camp. But in certain cases, a small voice in the back of my head wonders if some people were not loved enough or not beaten enough. Or if nothing could have worked.

I am generally quite opposed to posting AI slop unless it is: 1) Obvious satire and therefore not suggestive of any effort to falsify or mislead. And... 2) really fucking funny.

Perhaps, sir, if we bomb a couple girls schools in Oslo, they'll get the fucking message about how goddamn deserving of a peace prize you truly are.

Actually, I was standing at a cenotaph in that cemetery. Johnny's ashes are, I believe, with his wife. But Dee Dee is actually buried in that cemetery. Found his spot and threw him a Kaddish, too.