The German intelligence officials responsible for one of the most
important informants on Saddam Hussein's suspected weapons of mass
destruction say that the Bush administration and the CIA repeatedly
exaggerated his claims during the run-up to the war in Iraq.

My big bro has two master’s degrees. He holds a black belt in kenju. He’s bad-ass at his job. He’s got tons of green and property. Yeah, of course I’m proud. But what really makes me proud? How goddamn good he is at poker.

But then the cards stopped coming. I’m not talking about premium starter hands; I’m not talking about decent hands; I’m not even talking about barely marginal hands. Nothing. I was catching nothing.

An evangelical radio ministry has developed a book kit meant to help soldiers protect their sexual purity.

I remembered how we would drive around in his parents’ Astro Van, going really fast while John Boy steered with his teeth. Looking back, it was probably a pretty idiotic thing to do, and dangerous as hell, but we both thought that it was hilarious at the time.

The White House is insisting that the Central Intelligence Agency be exempted from a proposed ban on abusive treatment of suspected Qaeda militants and other terrorists.

You might want to know about me if you're going to be reading my website. Not the important stuff, like my favorite color (it’s black, like my dead heart) or my favorite food (anything that can be deep fried, allowed to cool on a bed of paper towels, and then deep

These four songs sound great and they sound really great together but they’re going to sound even greater when winter comes around, when it’s cold and gray and dusk comes early and you're driving way too fast and thinking about all that’s flown away from you.

It’s bound to happen. A thing that’s really great can all of a sudden go south. That thing is the Friday-night poker game, though I hope it is only temporary.

I refuse to shop there again until I am out of Pepsi, or am in desperate need of pants.