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A new political era has arrived, in which the expectation and the fear of political violence are endemic.

There appears to be no off-ramp yet, as the destruction and death toll mount in both countries.

Tina Johnson accused Roy Moore of sexual assault. Then the world moved on, and left her behind.

Even before Musk fell out with Donald Trump, the agency's projected savings had plummeted. But he nevertheless managed to inflict lasting damage to the federal government.

A new proposal for child investment accounts sounds progressive--but its biggest beneficiaries would be families that can already afford to save.

How an Ovid-quoting London broadsheet from the late seventeenth century spawned "Dear Abby," Dan Savage, and Reddit's Am I the Asshole.

New blood tests promise to detect malignancies before they've spread. But proving that these tests actually improve outcomes remains a stubborn challenge.

After all the talk of dictators and wannabe kings, the Army's anniversary celebration in the capital was a low-key affair, amid national turmoil.

The Indiana Pacers star is corny, he's awkward, and he's thrilling.

Trump, always attracted to playing the role of the strongman, is even more inclined than he was in his first term to misuse the military for his own political gratification.