In this post-9/11 era of national security state excesses, the largest police department in America is freaking out over the possibility of weaponized drone attacks by developing its own drone program.
In time for Halloween, Valentine Gallardo outlined how to make a spellwich—the best thing you can make with a regular loaf of white bread. One bite will take you back to a memory in your mind, BUT YOU MUST NEVER, EVER, EVER PUT IT IN THE FRIDGE!
For almost eight years I've lived under police protection because of Gomorrah, a book I wrote when I was 26 that exposed the activities of the Camorra, a criminal organization operating out of Naples.
Dinesh D'Souza, everybody's favorite Indian-American conservative, has resurfaced as a convicted felon—which only helps him bamboozle Obama-haters into thinking their government is going after critics.
You can take the defector out of North Korea, but you can't take the North Korea out of the defector. When Seoul feels heartless, the Christian church and reality television must heal the wounds that refugee status cannot.
Mike Tyson is a motherfucker. Mike Tyson is a scientist of pain. Mike Tyson's prefight music is just noise. Mike Tyson is afraid of everything and everything is afraid of Mike Tyson. Mike Tyson is a God.
Michelle Lhooq takes another stroll down the ass crack of the internet to find out what's happening on some of the web's most racist forums. Some of what she uncovers is so ignorant, it's almost as funny as it is sad. The glut of hate and negativity makes…
Slave rape, marital rape, and plural marriage might be unpleasant to consider as part of Islamic sexuality, but they are deeply embedded in our established sources. But I do not believe that Islamic tradition is frozen in stone. Every translation is an in…
I chatted with the creator of 'The Boondocks' about a live-action film starring Uncle Ruckus and a bunch of other things like black self-hatred, post-Obama race relations, and why Herman Cain is the real-life Uncle Ruckus.
Playwright Karel Capek was going to call the artificial workers in his play "Labori," but his brother suggested "robots," instead. It's not surprising then, that the robots in 'Rossum's Universal Robots' feel like a pretty thinly-veiled metaphor.
It was Christmas of 1990 in my grandmother's house. My Aunt Debra reached behind her and pulled a bullet from a box on a nearby bookshelf. She held it between her thumb and forefinger, looked at my mother, and said, "Janna, this has your name on it."…