When reporting on things said and done by the incredibly vocal minority of angry white people who make up the Republican base, one should always remember that their "reality" is different from ours. James Carville has proven this, with science!

Keith Bardwell wants desperately to give his racism a happy face. The white Louisiana Justice of the Peace refused to give an interracial couple a marriage license because he feels for those little mixed babies. What a good Samaritan...

Washington, DC PR man David Bass has a perfectly good explanation for why he was charged with a felony for disrupting a flight: He was all hopped up on Benadryl! He was awake traveling for five three days! He wanted wine!

If you didn't get married to someone you don't know in a sea of 20,000 cult members yesterday, you may have missed your chance. It looks like the Reverend Sun Myung Moon has performed his final mass wedding.

Obama's ideological opponents are grasping at straws here: they've carved "I Swastika Obama" message into the grass at a country club, institutions that were once bastions of American racism. This should be a perfect inflammatory storm, but it's just bewildering.

Tucker Max's movie "Poop: My Story" is really, objectively not doing well, at all. We'll just delicately link to the weekend's movie chart, with no overt comment. However! The sycophants on Tucker Max's message boards have an alternative view.

There's something wrong with American college students these days. First there was poor Annie Le's murder at Yale. Now an unidentified man has been arrested for allegedly stabbing a female student at a UCLA chemistry lab. What the fuck's happening?

Yeesh! Former singer and current train wreck Amy Winehouse recently spent a screechy, ear-splitting night rapping. It's on video. And it's just awful.

Think things in America can't get any more unsettling? Well, you're wrong. Meet the American Police Force, which will soon take over a Montana jail that once asked to house Guantanamo inmates. And, shocker, they're shady as hell. Let's look...

Richard Whitehurst is an artist in Columbus, Ohio. He's building a big wooden tunnel, and if you crawl through it, he will rape you [Update: Or will he??].

Two things are of utmost importance when playing international politics: timing and media manipulation. Crazy old Iran proves adept at both.

Sheesh! It's like the 90s all over again. First we have a controversy over the Oklahoma City bombing and now Bill Clinton's talking about a "vast right-wing conspiracy" aimed at Obama. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything at all.

Many people are pissed off at bankers in the wake of the financial crisis. Dalton Chiscolm is angrier than most. He's filed a lawsuit against Bank of America for "$1,784 billion trillion," damages he says he deserves because BofA didn't deposit a couple of checks into his checking account. (As for how much "$1,784 billion trillion" actually is, it's approximately 9 trillion times more than Bank of America is worth.) The good news: The judge assigned to the case is Denny Chin who presided over Bernie Madoff's $65 billion Ponzi scheme case, so he's used to big numbers. [Daily Finance, Dealbreaker]

Some people hate ultra-conservatives lawmakers because they try to restrict rights, propel hatred and are generally nasty jerks. But there's something to be said for the absurd amount of entertainment one gets from people like loony lawmaker Steve King.

We know that the levels of right-wing vitriol have reached psychotic new heights. But could they really be behind the "apparent homicide" of a Kentucky census worker, William Sparkman? Should we be calling this, as some are, a "lynching?"

Moammar Khadafy didn't get to stay in Bedford last night—construction on his Bedouin-style tent was halted last night after his plans to camp out on Donald Trump's estate were revealed publicly—and he instead had to bunk down at the Libyan mission on East 48th Street. The world's most fashionable dictator held his first meeting of the day early this morning when he had a tête-à-tête with one the few people willing to talk to him, Nation of Islam leader Louis Farrakhan. Then it was off to the United Nations where he bypassed protesters and delivered a rambling speech about, well, you name it. Dressed in tan-colored robes, black cap, and with a shiny black pin in the shape of Africa pinned over his heart, Khadafy relied on a handful of handwritten pages to deliver a 90-minute speech, which was about 75 minutes or so over the limit.

On top of everybody else, another person who's not gonna stand for this Mo-mar Khadafy character and his smelly Libyan camel brigade is Andrea Peyser, sexxxy patriotic American (USA).

So, Libyan dictator Muammar Gaddafi has come to America to spread his brand of terrifying love. But no one wants to host him. How sad! But, wait, Donald Trump's company has some space and is let him pitch a tent!

What do you do if you're a former fashion writer serving 18-to-life in prison for drugging, and sexually assaulting a former colleague of yours for 13 hours one crazy Halloween? Write lengthy missives to the New York Post, obviously.

Bow-tied screamer Matthew Winkler, the chief enforcer of The (Insane) Bloomberg Way—the style guide that sternly discouraged journalists from starting a sentence with "But"—had an op-ed in the WSJ this weekend. Check it out, everyone!