Look hard enough, and you'll see that cities and towns are still pockmarked with creepy remnants of wars gone by.
There's a limit to our suspension of disbelief in regards to Christmas miracles, and that limit is Nazis.
Twitter is a yawning gyre of GIFs, random maniacs screaming into the endless void in search of a meager morsel of meaning, and dog photos.
Trolling and asshattery are grand and glorious traditions.
History is like a toga-wearing frat boy named Moose who duct-tapes malt liquor bottles to his hands.
Americans love badass cops who throw the rulebook out the window and then shoot it, even though shooting the rulebook is so clearly against the rules.
Spoiler Alert: The monster is actually the person making this shit up.
You might occasionally wonder how all these holiday traditions got started. We'd advise you not to dig too deeply, because you might not like what you find ...
There were never any Satanic daycare centers, no teenager on the planet has ever played the so-called knockout game, and no one actually likes pumpkin spice.
If politics has taught us anything in the past grueling year, it's that it involves a lot more posturing than actual policy.
America went and did it: We put a troll in charge of the country. And surprise! Things are not working out well. But to be fair, this isn't the first time.
It’s safe to assume you’re picturing everything wrong.
Believe it or not, there are people in this world who realize they’re wrong, admit it, and stop being terrible.
Crime does not pay. Crime history, however, can make you filthy stinking rich.