Normally, I'd never read Henry James. But times are strange…

Is it just me, or are there other people on this planet? That's really been bothering me lately…

So the peanut crop falls short by 13%, and peanut butter immediately jumps nearly 200% in price. Latest version of an old story, but still…

When did determining the beginning of human life come within the province of popular vote?

How come no one gets down on their lousy, stinkin' knees and begs me to become a freemason?

Anything described as "a done deal, just a few details to work out" is, in practical terms, doomed.