North Korea, famed for its unicorns and its non-Photoshopped, totally real missiles, has done it again. The DPRK’s extremely reliable state-run media agency reports that homegrown scientists have found the cure for HIV, various cancers, heart disease, impotence, bad skin, Ebola ... everything, really. Turns out the cure was fertilizer all along. Why didn’t actual scientists think of that?
Occasionally, against all odds, you’ll see an interesting or even enjoyable picture on the Internet. But is it worth sharing, or just another Photoshop job that belongs in the digital trash heap? Check in here and find out if that viral photo deserves an enthusiastic “forward” or a pitiless “delete.”
Nearly two weeks after the escape of Richard Matt and David Sweat sent Clinton Correctional Facility into an official lockdown—requiring inmates to remain in their cells almost exclusively—the New York Department of Corrections and Community Supervision announced yesterday that the facility returned to normal operation.
Family members of the victims killed during Wednesday’s shooting at Emanual AME church in Charleston confronted accused gunman Dylann Roof during his bond hearing this afternoon. “We have no room for hate,” one relative said. “So we have to forgive. I pray God has mercy on your soul.”
On Thursday, the Supreme Court rejected a First Amendment challenge to the most thrilling of government speech restrictions: specialty license plates.
The Charleston shooter’s uncle says he wishes he could “pull the switch himself” on his accused murderer nephew.
Texas agriculture commissioner Sid Miller has lifted a state ban on deep fryers and soda machines in schools, saying “We want families, teachers and school districts to know the Texas Department of Agriculture supports their decisions and efforts to teach Texas students about making healthy choices.” Hick.
Did you think the torrid relationship between Joyce “Tillie” Mitchell and Richard “Big Dick” Matt was just about sex? Mais non, ma petite cherie. You fail to see the big picture—the picture Matt painted for Tillie. The picture that she in turn apparently presented to her oblivious husband.
Why are the Spider-Man movies so bad? Maybe it’s because the character has become stale, locked down by arbitrary contractual definitions? A leaked agreement between Marvel and Sony shows us why Peter Parker always looks like Peter Parker.
This Father’s Day, as with every Father’s Day, Facebook is going to become a cascade of carefully chosen, lovingly captioned dad photos. Many will be painted over with the static of age. A “dad bod” joke or two will worm its way in. And several posts will inevitably be dedicated to those dads that have passed, who aren’t here to share the day for any number of reasons, all of them heartbreaking.
Popularly “elected” U.S. “president” Baracs Obama has been living on the taxpayer dime for seven long years now—nice work, if you’re shameless enough to get it (by hook or by crook). Today: evidence that even the “Commander in Thief” is a delusional old fool.
If ever there was a place to glimpse the American male ego in all its apparent contradictions—its bluster, its fragility, its aggression, its desperate need for acceptance—that place is the Guitar Center in Commack, New York.
How many ways can Brian Williams sidestep admitting he made up a bunch of stories to look cool? Quite a few, it turns out.
Jon Stewart’s monologue tonight was an impassioned, frustrated meditation on the Charleston shooting and other recent tragedies. “I didn’t do my job today,” he said. “I’ve got nothing for you in terms of jokes and sounds, because of what happened in South Carolina.”
