Tuesday November 24, 2015
May 14th, 2015
Supreme Court cases have a way of changing American society far beyond the intentions and expectations of the litigants who start them - or even the justices who decide them.
Marbury v. Madison began as a fight over federal appointments and ended establishing the court as the final arbiter of constitutional issues.
Rabbits, it turns out, are a gateway animal.
Because those lead to chickens. Then goats. Then a pregnant sow. And before the two Maryland lawyers knew it, they'd ditched their townhouse, bought two acres in Silver Spring and found themselves chasing piglets around the yard and giving each other sheep for Christmas and a kelly green tractor on Mother's Day.
If Republicans are baffled by Hillary Clinton's persistent lead in the polls despite months of bad publicity, they need only examine the tensions on display in their party over the last few days.
The real news isn't that many Texans seemingly subscribe to an apocalyptic, delusional worldview that has them convinced that a U.S Army training exercise called "Jade Helm 15" is the opening wedge of an Obama-led coup d'etat -- seizing guns, importing thousands of ISIS fighters to subdue local patriots and throwing dissenters into FEMA concentration camps.
Al Capone, the infamous mob boss and bootlegger in Chicagoland during the 1920s, always maintained that he was just a businessman.
The only difference between him and others, he insisted, was that the law criminalized his business while legalizing the criminality of so-called “legitimate” businessmen.
To better understand the roots of racial division in America, think about this:
The human brain seems to be wired so that it categorizes people by race in the first one-fifth of a second after seeing a face. Brain scans show that even when people are told to sort people by gender, the brain still groups people by race.
They did. And then, in a moment, it all changed.
The First Couple becomes the First Widow. I have to read the story twice to understand.
I recently checked out an upscale yoga studio here in Madison, Wisconsin and discovered a new and disturbing trend: boxed water.
OK, I’ve heard of boxed wine — and maybe even drunk a little. But water?
Kicking humanity’s addiction to oil, gas, and coal before those industries render the planet uninhabitable may take a miracle. So it’s a good thing that the climate movement found a patron saint.
I’m talking about Pope Francis, of course. Before an upcoming encyclical makes the Vatican’s stance official, he’s already spreading the gospel of a fossil-free future.