Rebekah Kuschmider

The good news is that we seem to be gaining adult supervision in the White House for the moment. And in Congress. And also at the FBI.

There’s a new drug hitting the hottest clubs in Europe, and I suspect it’ll soon cross the pond to America. Or maybe it’s already here — in your cabinet, desk drawer, or the end-caps at your grocery store.

Massachusetts couple Lauri and Cari Ryding came home from vacation to find their porch a mess. Someone had egged their house. They were targeted because they’re gay — the vandals made their hate apparent by also stealing the Ryding’s rainbow flag.

There is no word yet if Fisher is bringing her dog Gary to the event. (We sure hope so.)

With fewer people facing unintended pregnancies, the net abortion numbers are down.

Hillary Clinton and Bernie Sanders and Jeb Bush and so many other candidates were imperfect and problematic in their own ways, but they were also career public servants who knew the risks and the responsibilities of the office. They expected it to be hard. They were ready for it to be hard. We should have elected one of them.

We interrupt our regularly scheduled #FurballFriday to bring you news that retired General Mike Flynn, the disgraced former National Security Advis

The revolution will be tweeted. By scientists.

In the midst of a week that’s been rife with sadness and confusion, I am pleased to present to you a story that is unequivocally happy. A fairy tale ending, if you will.

Born Prince Rogers Nelson in Minneapolis, Minnesota, the singer was known for… Jesus, fucking everything.