In the saga of Hunter's Laptop In The Conservative Mind, things took a turn Wednesday. Which is significant because that happens to be the only place where this pseudo-scandal is real. The accused in this weird shadow play is punching back. Lawyers for Hunter Biden sent letters this week asking the Department of Justice and the Maryland District Attorney's Office to open investigations into the dudes who pushed this nonsense in the first place. |
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Armed with this list, you can do no wrong. |
| It's not about spending cuts, it's about fighting Those People. |
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Your valentine will LOVE this sweet scent. |
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| Imagine this: In your early 20s, you're already one of America's biggest heartthrobs. By your late 30s, you are America's biggest heartthrob. Then you decide to try your hand at being a race-car driver and land on the podium at Le Mans, one of the world's most grueling endurance races. Next you become co-owner of a racing-team. Now you're 57, still racing a bit, and you just landed a role in Michael Mann's forthcoming Ferrari movie, because, oh yeah, you're still an incredibly handsome actor. That's Patrick Dempsey. We caught up with him from his home in Maine to find out how he keeps his charmed life in balance. |
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| I'm not going to lie to you guys: The scarf can be a somewhat tricky stylistic flourish to pull off. Seamlessly adding the accessory to your everyday repertoire will take time and a bit of patience. But if you're willing to put in the work, your dedication will pay dividends down the line. See, the scarf is a delicate thing. Successfully nailing the look in a way that doesn't immediately announce to everyone around you "YO, I'M WEARING A FUCKING SCARF!" calls for a rare blend of studied casualness and a touch—and only a touch—of bold, unbridled confidence. Protect ya neck, gentlemen. It's really that simple. |
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| My mother was a pack-a-day smoker for much of her life, and as a child I hated it. Our house reeked. The car was worse. She'd hotbox my siblings and me by neglecting to roll down the windows. Once or twice, by accident, she brushed me with a lit cigarette. As Henry Fonda put it about one of Hollywood's most furious smokers, "I've been close to Bette Davis for thirty-eight years—and I have the cigarette burns to prove it." We'd get revenge on my mother, when we were teenagers, by slipping those little slivers of exploding loads into the tips of her Merits. My mom is the sweetest woman in the world and does not have a big temper. But when one of her cigarettes would detonate in her face, bang, leaving her looking like Wile E. Coyote on the wrong end of a spherical Acme bomb, she'd lose it. We'd run away at hilarious, cranked-up, silent-movie speed. |
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