holidays

Come donkey, it’s time to pray.

AMC’s Walking Dead crosses the blood-brain-soul barrier.

All religions have such seasons—it’s a time to take stock.

RD would never have built a KKK snowman. Not ever.

One for each night, from that box of flick’ring light.

But we are having that yearly Baby Jesus holiday.

From his jaw-dropping 88-yard touchdown pass to DeSean Jackson in the first few minutes of the game to what would be a record-breaking performance overall—333 yards thrown, four touchdowns, and a 59-28 blowout against the Washington Redskins—it was Vick’s name that the sportscasters kept coming back to, with awe in their voices. But without the chance to play pro football again and to fill a stadium with wonder, Vick would have been just another celebrity ex-con, not the miracle he’s now judged to be.

Giving thanks for dissident Anne Hutchinson.

What goes on between some people’s ears is greasier than a Thanksgiving turkey dipped in used motor oil.

The kids are alright, but the parents can be so cruel.