You've lost touch with reality.

How US businesses game the system to hire foreign labor.

Good times.

Senate Republicans voted against barring suspected terrorists, felons and the mentally ill from getting guns on Thursday afternoon, parroting National Rifle Association arguments that doing so would strip some innocent people of their constitutional rights to gun access just a day after yet another massacre on U.S. soil.

Remember this, the next time someone says the problem isn't with guns, it's about mentally ill people with guns.

Up until yesterday, the only thing that came to mind when someone mentioned San Bernardino was this tune by Eagles Of Death Metal:

Don't let what happened there yesterday be some kind of sick callback to the fact that the EoDM were playing at that theater in Paris. Leave them out of it.

PBS.org

We had two, yesterday!.

As the Founders intended.

An excerpt from "The Sports Gene":

Finch rocked back and then forward, whipping her arm in a giant circle. She fired the first pitch just high. Pujols lurched backward, startled by what he saw. Finch giggled.

She unleashed another fastball, this time high and inside. Pujols spun defensively, turning his head away. Behind him, his professional peers guffawed.

Pujols stepped out of the batter's box, composed himself and stepped back in. He twisted his feet into the dirt and stared back at Finch.

The next pitch came right down the middle. Pujols uncoiled a violent swing. The ball sailed past his bat, and the spectators hooted.

The next pitch was way outside, and Pujols let it go. The one after that was another strike, and Pujols whiffed again. With one strike remaining, Pujols moved to the back of the batter's box and dug in, crouching low in his stance.

Finch rocked and fired. Pujols missed badly. He turned and walked away, toward his tittering teammates. Then he stopped, bewildered. He turned back to Finch, doffed his cap and continued on his way.

"I never want to experience that again," he later said.

Fun fact: the Italian word “ciao” is derived from a Venetian expression meaning “[I’m your] slave” (the English equivalent would be “at your service”). From Late Latin “sclavus”, Italian “schiavo”, (initially “Slavic captive”; they were prisoners from the Balkans) the word in Venetian was “sciàvo”, later becoming “sciao”, until the modern “ciao”.

For some reason, this tune's been on a loop in my head lately.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IoPpw7DNzCY

Never fear, little cleek. Brave Mr Rubio wants to close down all places where people are radicalized or radicals are inspired.

Goodie.

When I took the oath of office, I swore to do everything I could to protect the citizens of this state from harm. There is nothing more important to me than ensuring that we are safe and can gather in our public places without fear of mass, indiscriminate violence. The nightmare scenario — the one that keeps me up at night — is the one where some individual could easily and legally obtain a firearm and use that firearm to kill innocent American citizens and also that the individual doing the killing is Syrian.