I guess I’m not much of a journalist. The major news story pictured above occurred just 15 miles from where I sat at work on Tuesday, yet I didn’t know about it until the following day.
If they had channels like Science and shows like What on Earth? when I was a kid, I believe I might have pursued a career in science. Well … probably not.
These science shows affect me like the myriad true-crime shows on basic cable: I never deliberately seek them out, but once I land on one of them, I’m hooked.
In the classic movie Laura, a detective played by Dana Andrews grows obsessed with the portrait of a woman he believes is dead.
Is it OK if I grow obsessed with the buttocks of an actress from 40 years ago?
Sadly, although this actress might still be living, I’m guessing her ass no longer looks quite this spectacular:
“Do we know if there are still people who are Scotch-taping together the president’s torn-up documents?” – Rachel Maddow grilling a Politico reporter about the latest Donald Trump scandal.
I used to think Maddow was one of our top TV journalists, but it looks as if Trump Derangement Syndrome has claimed her.
Question That Refuses To Go Away:
“Will this be the year that the United States finally embraces soccer?”
Answer That Never Changes:
A proposal for media writers: If you agree to stop using the term “toxic masculinity,” I’ll agree to stop using the word “feminazi.”
This business of the U.S. government forcibly separating parents from their children is awful.
One can only imagine how psychologically damaged Paul Manafort’s daughters must be, seeing their father get locked up.
Assuming Trump is as devious as some of his detractors believe, I wouldn’t be surprised if he secretly hired celebrity nutcases like Robert De Niro and Samantha Bee to ensure his re-election in 2020.
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