CHILPANCINGO, Mexico—The safehouse sits on a side street in a barrio that looks out on the well-lit downtown of Guerrero’s state capital and the dark foothills beyond. A late-model pick-up truck is parked in the street, and the surrounding alleys are scrawled with graffiti. It’s just past sunset on a late summer evening and a woman is trudging up the hill with a basket of bread, calling out her wares. Otherwise the street is silent. Then the hitman steps from the shadows behind the parked truck and waves me on toward the safehouse.
We sit at a bare table in the kitchen on the second floor. The tabletop is scored and oil-stained, as if machinery or heavy weapons often are served there. In one corner sits a shrine with small statues of the saints, Holy Judas among them. A hand-carved jaguar mask hangs on the walls. I notice that the hitman has seated himself at the table in such a way that he can see out both of the room’s windows at once. The curtains are open and the view looks out on the street below the safehouse. A car approaching from either direction would be visible a long way off.
The hitman tells me in Spanish to call him Capache.
On Saturday morning, the White House officially confirmed information leaked in July to the effect that Hamza bin Laden, son of the infamous killed-by-Obama Osama bin Laden, had been snuffed in a U.S. counterterror operation.
Oddly, the statement did not come out as a Trumpian tweet, but as an official press release from the office of the White House press secretary. It didn’t say how the younger Bin Laden was killed. It didn’t say when. It didn’t say where, apart from “the Afghanistan/Pakistan region.”
Although it’s conceivable that it took until now for forensic scientists working on whatever was left of Hamza to confirm his DNA (they presumably have his father’s on file), but the timing raises questions about the administration’s larger foreign policy, mainly whether the president’s tough guy credentials can actually coexist with an approach that’s been incoherent and, fundamentally, weak.
Not that anyone really needs a reason to get roasting but if you’re really searching, fall’s a great excuse to up your roasting gear. And in that realm, one of your most important tools is the hefty and versatile roasting pan. If your current pan checks off any marks in the rusty, old, icky, or generally debilitated list, we’re here to help. Here are some of the best-selling and top-rated roasting pans on Amazon.
Circulon 17-Inch Nonstick Bakeware Roaster with U-Rack, $40 on Amazon: The so-called U-Rack feature functions both as a normal rack and allows for rounder lumps of roasted goods to easily get the grill exposure you want them to get. Nearly 400 reviewers gave the U-Rack-equipped roaster a 4.6-star average rating.
Name-brand journalist Edward Jay Epstein was seduced by the charms of accused pedophile Jeffrey Epstein more than three decades ago. Yet even after the Miami Herald, multiple lawsuits and law enforcement authorities detailed how he sexually abused dozens of teenage girls and sometimes raped them, the late Jeffrey Epstein’s spell apparently remains strong.
“Look, take this about Jeffrey. He is the poster boy for rehabilitation,” said the 83-year-old Epstein (no relation to the convicted sex offender who authorities said hanged himself in his jail cell at New York’s Metropolitan Correctional Center a month after his July arrest on new federal charges of sex trafficking with minors). “He went to prison [after pleading guilty to reduced charges in 2008]. He served his term [13 months, nine of them on work-release that allowed him daytime visits to his Palm Beach, Florida, office]. He got out. The U.S. attorney’s office said he stuck completely to the terms of his parole. He registered as a sex offender—which is no fun, but which was something he was supposed to do. And he made $500 million.”
In an exclusive interview with The Daily Beast, Edward Epstein added: “I did hang around with Jeffrey because I was fascinated with him. For one thing, the women around him were some of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in my life. These were not underage women. They were women like [former model and Miss Sweden] Eva Andersson and [actress] Morgan Fairchild. None of them were really girlfriends of his, but they hung around him…
Cashmere is one of those fabrics that just makes everything better. It’s soft, durable, and warm. You buy a classic cashmere sweater and you keep that thing until you wear a hole in it (and probably even after that). These five sweaters give you a range of options, from oversized and slouch to fitted and layerable. Give your sweater drawer a cashmere upgrade before it gets too cold.
The Cashmere Crew, $100 at Everlane: It’s classic, it’s soft, and it’s lightweight. Made from Grade-A cashmere, this is the sweater you’ll want to wear all winter. It’s thick enough to feel substantial but won’t feel overly bulky under a jacket, so you’re set no matter the weather forecast.
Vince Step Hem Cashmere Sweater, $207 at Nordstrom: This highly-rated option comes in a couple of colors and is the perfect oversized shape. The ribbed cuffs let you scrunch your sleeves up in a casual-cool way. Leave it untucked to show off the step hem.
The report obtained by The Daily Beast comes as Finnegan Elder, 19, and Gabriel Natale, 18, both of San Francisco, sit in Rome jail cells while investigators continue to unravel the events that led to Rega’s violent death.
Elder allegedly confessed to stabbing Rega with a 7-inch military grade knife he had carried with him from the United States, according to police. Elder’s lawyers say he acted in self defense and that the police did not properly identify themselves.
As former Rep. Beto O’Rourke’s (D-TX) impassioned debate declaration of, “hell, yes, we’re going to take your AR-15, your AK-47” was going viral on Thursday night, not all Democrats were punching the sky in solidarity.
Because while the audience in Houston clearly heard a battle cry, other Democrats heard at best a made-for-the-GOP attack ad and at worst a sentiment that threatens to undo the progress leaders have made towards reducing gun violence in the country.
“Don’t write the Republican ads for us,” Matt Bennett, co-founder of the center-left think tank Third Way, told The Daily Beast. “This is a real vulnerability.”
Just weeks after a prominent lobbying firm officially acknowledged its role in a foreign-influence campaign spearheaded by Donald Trump’s now-imprisoned campaign chairman, the firm pitched European aerospace giant Airbus on a plan to get the company out from under its own withering corruption scandal.
In a May 2017 letter to Airbus Chief Executive Tom Enders, Kieran Mahoney, the chief executive of Mercury Public Affairs, hawked its extensive political connections in an effort to convince Airbus to enlist its services.
“I am aware of the unfortunate challenges facing you and your company concerning various compliance issues, and I sincerely hope that these matters are addressed quickly and resolved to your complete satisfaction,” Mahoney wrote. At the time, Airbus was facing French and British investigations into potential fraud and bribery in its sale of jetliners.
Like Truffaut’s Day for Night but with considerably more blood and vomit, One Cut of the Dead is a gruesome zombie nightmare that doubles as a cheeky ode to the ingenuity, perseverance and can-do spirit of low-budget filmmaking. It’s far from the scariest splatterfest you’ll see this year, but it’s undoubtedly the most entertaining.
A hit in its native Japan, where it went from playing in a single theater to becoming a cult sensation (with global grosses now in the $30 million range), Shin’ichirô Ueda’s feature debut—a horror riff akin to Noises Off or The Play That Goes Wrong—is an ideal fit for midnight screenings, although seeing it in the wee hours of the morning is hardly a prerequisite for enjoying its meta thrills. All that One Cut of the Dead (opening in New York and Los Angeles Sept. 13, and nationwide Sept. 17) demands is a love of genre craziness and, more importantly, a respect for the multifaceted cinematic process, which here is lovingly celebrated via a story that begins in loopy fashion, and then continually ups the self-conscious ante.
Ueda’s film opens on the sight of young heroine Chinatsu (Yuzuki Akiyama) wielding an axe to fend off the arms-outstretched advances of Ko (Kazuaki Nagaya), who’s now undead. Her screaming pleas are to no avail, however, as Ko bites down on her neck, thus sealing her fate—and also, abruptly, ending the scene, as director Higurashi (Takayuki Hamatsu), the man behind this production, enters the frame to lambaste Chinatsu for her performance’s lack of conviction. “Give me real fear! The true shiver in your face!” he rails at her, prompting Ko to console her and, as they move to an upstairs level of the abandoned water filtration plant that serves as their set, ask her if she wants to share a hot bath once their day is done, to which she shushes him in an effort to keep their affair secret.
Everybody wears socks when they’re working out (yes, there are exceptions—don’t @ us) and their ubiquity could easily lead to neglect. Since they’re hidden away beneath our shoes and pumps, we might postpone upgrading them until our toes are sticking out. If you’re in that bucket and hoping on one at the gym notices or simply want to get some top-rated and high-quality foot wraps, I got your back. Here are some of the best options for your sock drawer right now.
Feetures Elite Max Cushion No Show Tab, $15 at Zappos: I’ve run, biked, lifted, and generally summer-sweated in these for months. They compress my foot comfortably and give my ankle some support, to boot. They’re designed to focus most of their compression-power on your arch, and anatomically-precise builds mean they fit each foot perfectly.
Balega Silver Antimicrobial No-Show Compression-Fit Running Socks, $14 on Amazon: Made with a blend of Drynamix polyester, nylon, and elastane, these socks pack silver ions for an antibacterial boost to fight your stink. They’re designed to cup your heel and arch firmly but allow your toes to move freely. And more than 500 reviewers left them a 4.6-star average rating.