I often feel guilt when I assign a story. This is partly a function of being a woman who would, if she had her way, please and comfort her entire universe of acquaintances, and partly a function of having been convinced at a relatively young age by the argument that Janet Malcolm famously made in The Journalist and the Murderer: “Every journalist who is not too stupid or full of himself to notice what is going on knows that what he does is morally indefensible.”

A Florida man convicted of murdering two people reportedly dared a judge to sentence him to death, claiming he doesn't believe that the Supreme Court would actually allow an innocent man to die.

There's a lot of plausible deniability in a situation involving three dogs and one mess, but not for this incredibly guilty pup.

A Brooklyn transit cop testified that a fellow cop did in fact shove a baton into into the butt of police-brutalitied New Yorker Michael Mineo. Which—Occam's razor—means the cops are totally guilty. Payday TK, bro.

People often talk trash about guilt. For example, one might say, "Oh, you know me and my Jewish guilt." Well, such people should be happy they have such a thing, for it stops them from becoming unruly maniacs....

Oscar-winner Slumdog Millionaire depicts children dwelling in the utmost of impoverished hellscapes. The film used actual slum kids, but don't worry they weren't exploited! Cuz they're totally getting houses now! They'll be just fine.