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?
In an early scene on "Madam Secretary" -- a kinda Hillary Clinton political soap opera on CBS -- our heroine mucks horse manure out of a barn.
NFL Commissioner Roger Goodell is a public relations genius. That's right, a real American genius if you will. If you don't believe it, then you've probably had your brains scrambled so hard that they leaked out your ear and plopped right onto the 50-yard line.
If Jimmy Fallon really wants to grab Mayor Rahm Emanuel's attention when he brings "The Tonight Show" to Chicago for another mutual ear-licking session, Jimmy might ask this: When will Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson Sr. show up in Chicago to show Ferguson-style outrage over the assassination of 9-year-old Antonio Smith?
Can President Barack Obama lead a coalition to degrade or destroy the terrorists of the Islamic State?
The NFL is all about making billions of dollars a year selling its brand of glitzy gladiatorial violence and power.
I'm not really into the political cannibal thing. And I'm old-fashioned enough to believe that eating humans -- even in metaphor -- is still a sin.
Boys, I'm hoping you can forgive us grown-ups for some of the nonsense coming out of our mouths after the Little League World Series.
America tells stories to itself in images, funny ones, sad ones, selfies we send out over our phones with snarky comments. But lately, the ones that get the most traction are the angry ones. They seize us like hands around our throats. And that's what the images from Ferguson, Mo., feel like to me, hands to the throat. But there's another image I saw last week. This one I like, and it doesn't come from Missouri.
They don't talk about the quiet in the house.
?On the Chicago block where that 3-year-old boy was shot in the stomach, a victim of the city's murderous gang wars, there was a woman watering her flowers.
This could be a terrifying tale right out of the Book of Meat Science Fiction, only this one isn't fiction.