My first wife was, without a doubt, the worst person I have ever met. I was young and naive and didn’t really understand what I was getting into. But there were signs. Signs that I ignored. I still get a phone call once every few years from someone else whose life she destroyed. People who are so bewildered and worried that they themselves might be crazy that they went through the hassle of tracking me down just so they could have someone to talk to about it.

I don’t necessarily like talking to strangers about that experience but I do take those calls. And I listen, fully explain what has happened to them, and encourage them to go therapy. Because I know what it’s like sitting alone in middle of the crater where your life used be. It’s better to be alone than to be with someone who makes you wish you were alone.

My second wife? Absolute saint. One of the best people I know. Came out of left field when I wasn’t even looking and I’m glad she did.

Issa argued that online piracy helps fund terrorist groups and other criminal networks.

Gotta play the "Everything I don’t like is ‘terrrorism’. " card, naturally. I wonder if it hurts when you have the collective hand of media conglomerates shoved up your ass like a sock puppet.