If there's one thing more stupid than Chicagoans whining about the cold (as if they've never experienced February in the city by the lake), it's another one of those stupid weather stories.
It would be foolish -- not to mention downright stupid -- to stand between tens of millions of lusty American women and their favorite Hollywood S&M fantasy: "Fifty Shades of Grey."
If this NBC news anchor thing doesn't work out for Brian Williams, I've got the perfect job for the guy: Hillary Clinton's press secretary.
Everyone who grew up in Chicago seems to have their own Ernie Banks story, and with memorial services held last week for the Cubs Hall of Fame player, we're in a remembering mood.
The New England Patriots and their quarterback Brady and coach Belichick have been accused of an incredibly cynical crime.
I've got to admit that it has been a barrel of fun watching the political left get its "Je suis Charlie" all tied up in knots over the movie "American Sniper."
John Wrana, the 95-year-old World War II veteran killed by police, wasn't killed for selling illegal "loosie" cigarettes on the streets of New York.
The way America is going on the child discipline front -- cops in Florida are being asked to supervise corporal punishment of children -- soon no one will be able to understand a fundamental story of my childhood:
For all the children who should be loved always, but especially on this wondrous night, with our arms around them and a long good-night kiss on the temple, a kiss more precious than anything wrapped in a box.
Jayne and Jon Cornwill, an Australian couple, recently came to America with a bit of trouble. The trouble? Boys.
The Islamic State doesn't appear ready to follow our lead, so don't expect it to release its report on the morality of severing American heads any time soon.
Remember "The Ox-Bow Incident"?
Of all the wild talk coming out of Ferguson and the killing of unarmed black teenager Michael Brown by a white police officer -- and all that angry and predictable noise emanating from race hustlers like Al Sharpton -- there are two things I just can't shake.
Did she ever get steamed up at a negative portrayal in the media -- and there were many -- then have a few drinks and call the reporters to give them angry editorial criticism?
Americans for generations have wondered why our politicians treat us as if we're stupid.
In "The Secret Life of Barack Obama," our story begins, as such stories often do, with our hero in a dream.
Coulrophobia is a terrible condition that can strike anyone, at any time, but especially if you're within reach of a weird grown man with white face makeup, perhaps a wig, floppy shoes and a big red nose.
The Sexy Ebola Nurse costume with thigh-high stockings revealing ample flesh above the knee -- yellow boots optional -- is here just in time for the November midterm elections, and for just $60.
Wasn't it just yesterday that President Barack Obama extended his arms like some Hollywood Moses, promising his election would calm the seas and heal the planet?
If you were just dying for soup -- and you were NBC medical editor Dr. Nancy Snyderman, bent on breaking an Ebola quarantine that you figured didn't really apply to you because you're so special -- what soup would it be?