Please ignore the egregious error being perpetrated by that nasty little website, Facebook. The folks at Facebook decided to send around a message to all my friends this week claiming that I have turned 49.
The conservative publishing house Regnery, publishing home of profound thinkers like Newt Gingrich and Ann Coulter, has licensed Charlie Brown, along with the rest of the Peanuts troupe, for a planned "Little Patriot" series of books for children.
Sure, you could admit that you aren't into sports. It's fair. Understandable, even. You could also say that you don't like U2, or pizza, or puppies, or that you just couldn't get into "Breaking Bad." But sometimes honesty isn't the best policy.
It's refreshing to live within a society that champions the values of misogyny, a form of perpetual equality, 77 cents of a man's dollar. After all, women can't do math anyway.
If I were to look over the 500 posts I've written, I'd probably want to rewrite about 480 of them. I'd seriously regret having written another 10 of them. The last 10 would make me smile and reaffirm to me that I'm not half-bad as a writer.
I love yoga and I've been doing it for about 10 years, but it's the practitioners, not the practice itself, I find most challenging.
Just like Christmas displays have crept into stores, you're probably feeling stress creeping in to your life. But don't worry, I'm here to help. I discovered the secret to no-stress holidays -- hating myself!
We know the Republicans would like to forget how St. Eisenhower's prosperity was due in part to high corporate tax rates and massive spending on infrastructure. So what was it?
Many publications have advice columnists, but none has our old friend Colonel Manners (ret.), whose experience in military and surveillance matters is evident from his impressive CV (unfortunately, a classified document).
Commercials are all that stand in the way of complete dissociation between boomers and real life. Don't take our commercials way from us.
So fresh in my mind is the awe-inspiring gluttony of Thursday, followed by a full 72 hours of unadulterated sloth, that I worry I'll soon become one of those people who needs to be removed from his one-bedroom apartment in a wheelbarrow, arm fat spilling over the sides. I vow to change my ways immediately.
About two hours into the drive, the bus pulls over onto the side of the highway and the driver explains what has happened.
America's job creators have an idea that will avoid making the nation's "takers" even more lazy and shiftless and, at the same time, help build our domestic energy industry.
As you all spend your Thanksgiving with your families and loved ones, I am being victimized by greed, the greed of those people who insist on denying me my TV and instead choose to stay at home and eat rather than scan my giant box and swipe my card.
Heading into the holiday season, high-end retailer Barney's is still licking its wounds and trying to repair its image after several recent high-profile accusations of racial profiling.
Walmart's wages and employment practices can rightfully be described as "Dickensian." What, we wondered, would the Victorian author make of this latest development?