I had a friend in high school whose father had been a mechanic. I was sleeping over at his house and an alarm had been going off for an hour. Around 3 AM he went out with some tools, popped the hood, and disconnected the car’s horn. The 90s were awesome for self-help solutions.

Define “doesn’t suck.” I like my guy, but he’s slow and isn’t great about returning calls.

That distinction would require me to respect the culture and identity of white South Africans, which I simply do not.

I've settled into things like "Oh hey...uhh...ginger ale? Yeah, ginger ale, thanks! Ope, gimme a sec to make some room...appreciate ya!"

You gotta pause a second and say it slow like you're distracted, that way you can carry it through a couple of steps and follow up at the end with an "appreciate you!"

And I say this as someone who basically liked Hamilton.

You gotta wonder about a rap musical that somehow manages to both cover up its protagonist’s complicity in slavery and gives the best song to a white king who does not rap.

546.

I called @duckworth.senate.gov 's office this morning and her staff had nothing to say. You'd think they'd have a position on record by now.

I'll say it this way: I do not support the State killing it's citizens for anything short of treason, but if Maxwell ever sees the outside of a prison it wouldn't be a moral failing on anyone's part if she turned up dead.