Arizona plans to fire teachers with accents, but they swear they’re totally not racist.
New York just out and out trolling Tea Partiers now.
Meet the new boss, same as the old boss.
Photo released of Chris Hemsworth in costume for upcoming comic-book movie. Streets run red with nerd blood.
Driver of truck with anti-Islamic and Confederate flag decals claims his license plate number isn’t racist. You know what? Yeah, we’ll concede that his license plate is the least racist thing about his truck.

We’re edging ever closer to the summer blockbuster season now, and as April trudges into May the studios are firing their first major salvos: Iron Man 2, Prince of Persia, and Robin Hood all look poised to take in big bucks, carefully spaced out as they are so as not to infringe on each others’ business. And unlike last year’s never-ending festival of crap, this year’s crop of summer flicks looks to be pretty promising.
And not just among the blockbusters, either. As in previous In a World entries, Bureau Chiefs …

I’ll be plain: movies like this one bother me because they’re rigged games. I know, of course, that all movies (and all other kinds of art) are rigged games, if only because they’re created by someone to express a point of view. Nonetheless, the word “rigged” bubbled up in my mind time and time again as I watched Harry Brown unfold. There may be a more graceful way to tell a story like this; I’m skeptical, but I suppose it’s possible. But this is an ungainly enterprise, and quite possibly …