Master … what?: Dilbert creator and extremely self-satisfied hypnotist Scott Adams really, really believes in Scott Adams, and in Donald Trump. Ben Dolnick took it upon himself to read 1,000 pages of Adams’ blog; he reports back from the other side.
The horror: Urban and suburban raccoons, trained by the endless brainteasers humans have created for them in trying to keep food and trash out of their paws, are getting smarter and smarter. Libby Copeland outlines the shape of this nightmare.
#SlatePitch of the day: Yes, Gary Johnson should have been able to name at least one foreign head of state when asked which one he admires, Isaac Chotiner writes. But, to be fair, there really aren’t that many great world leaders out there. (Sorry, France, Germany, Indonesia, India, et al.)
Turn about: As we’ve seen in recent days, Donald Trump is a fat-shamer of epic proportions. Is it OK to serve up a taste of his own medicine? No, Christina Cauterucci writes. Let’s not sink to that level.
20 years: How Balloon Boy, Hot or Not?, and bloggy writing have shaped our world.
For fun: We’re so tired of the New Yorker’s topical comedy.
Hmmph,
Rebecca
