They really are handling this so well. The Unity '24 Tour of America has been canceled due to unforeseen circumstances—unforeseen to the brainiacs around the Republican nominee, that is. It was completely foreseen by anyone with a passing interest in who the next president of the United States will be. At the moment, to paraphrase the wisdom of Michael Ray Richardson, the ship appears to be sinking. |
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After a long search, I came back to the OG. |
| Turns out, the Twisters star has great taste. Cariuma's Salvas are proof. |
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I first became worried about the bullet in my mother's head two days after she died. I was afraid the bullet was going to explode. In truth, it was bullet fragments, and they weren't what ended my mother's life. She was the rarest of cases: a woman who had survived her own murder.
The mortician—unaware of the assault my mother had survived all those years ago, when she was kidnapped, raped, and shot—struggled to understand my panic and my question. While my mother was alive, the crimes perpetrated on her in that alley remained abstract to me—a story. I knew one fact for sure, that had the bullet been, in the words of the neurosurgeon who treated her, "a hair over," she wouldn't have survived. I wouldn't have ever been born. |
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Enter the fly zone with these stylish picks. |
| From Longlegs to Late Night with the Devil, the genre's boom times are still going strong. |
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Charlie Hustle and the Matter of Pete Rose, HBO's new four-part sports doc, is worth your time, especially if you love baseball history as I do. It does not plead Rose's case, and in truth, no case can be made. The rule he violated is baseball's most sacrosanct and has been since eight of Chicago's Black Sox were banned for life from the majors for taking bribes to tank the 1919 World Series. He finally confessed the truth but only to juice his 2004 autobiography, following up by peddling signed balls inscribed with "I'm sorry I bet on baseball—Pete Rose." |
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