Tweetin' ain't cheatin'.

I strained to remember where I was or even what I was wearing, touching my green corduroy jeans and staring at the exposed-brick wall. As my paranoia deepened, I became convinced that I had died and no one was telling me.

Women are affected by lunar tides only once a month; men have raging hormones every day.

Afghanistan is more than the 'graveyard of empires.' It's the mother of vicious circles.

Washington is a place where people have always been suspect of style and overt sexuality. Too much preening signals that you're not up late studying cap-and-trade agreements.

And as far as doing God's work, I think the bankers who took government money and then gave out obscene bonuses are the same self-interested sorts Jesus threw out of the temple.

If wit is the most sophisticated form of humor, pranks are the most juvenile.