Christopher Dorner: Hunting a Killer One Click At a Time

If the charges leveled against Christopher Dorner are true, the brief but theatrical saga of the cop-turned-vengeful-murderer began on Super Bowl Sunday. That’s when Dorner allegedly sneaked into an apartment-complex parking garage in Irvine, California—”America’s safest city”—and shot Monica Quan and her fiancé, Keith Lawrence, as they sat in their new white Kia. More »

How a Robot Will Steal Your Job

On a visit to Standard Motor Products’ fuel-injector assembly line in South Carolina, Atlantic writer Adam Davidson asked why a worker there, Maddie, was welding caps onto the injectors herself. Why not use a machine? That’s how a lot of the factory’s other tasks were performed. Maddie’s supervisor, Tony, had a bracing, direct answer: “Maddie is cheaper than a machine.” More »

How People Profit from Your Online Mug Shot and Ruin Your Life Forever [Dispatches]

This July, Yolina (not her real name) was giving a language lesson to one of her students over the phone when he said he had something to tell her. She hadn’t always taught over such long distances before—she was in California, her student in the Midwest—but after being laid off from her 14-year job as a community college ESL instructor last year, she’s taken odd gigs whenever she can get them. More »

Spies Like Us: We’re All Big Brother Now [Video]

Mitt Romney’s presidential campaign took a tumble last week with the release of a hidden-camera video recorded at a fundraiser in Florida. In it, Romney dismisses nearly half the country in a set of statements some pundits are calling the worst things a modern presidential candidate has ever said. More »

The American Outlaws Hoarding Lightbulbs in the Name of Liberty [Dispatches]

Do a Google search for “Karen De Coster” and you’ll turn up a photo of her—a few photos, actually—wearing Daisy Dukes and a sky-blue tank top, her short blonde hair tied beneath a black paisley bandana. She’s brandishing a giant assault rifle, crouched on a scrubby hillside, in a defensive position, like she’s confronting an unseen enemy. More »

Where the World’s Most Horrible Crap Comes From [Dispatches]

I am a man well versed in tacky shit; I spent the lion’s share of my formative years in Tucson, Arizona. If you haven’t been there, Tucson—like most mid-sized touristy cities with a lot of retirees—is filled to the top of its cacti with the kind of poorly made trinkets old people love to vomit all over their houses and vacationers love to pick up on the cheap to take back home as gifts. More »